41 Conflic (2/2)

They were:

Netherspirit's Claw member, Crackpot, Level 44 Radiant Priest;

Netherspirit's Claw member, Sable Eclipse, Level 46 Shadoweaver;

Netherspirit's Claw member, Haohmaru, Level 45 Beastblood Berserker!

One team with three members from Netherspirit's Claw. Moreover, Sable Eclipse and Haohmaru each had a Dark Gold Equipment and two Gold Equipment. Just their equipment alone was far more superior than all of the elites among the present teams.

Regardless of whether it was Netherspirit's Claw members, or Bauhinia members, they all chose to wait attentively. At the same time, they were also highly prepared to snatch the Crypt Messenger that would soon appear.

Since the monster was about to respawn, they could avail themselves of the fact that the newcomers had no place on the field, and tried to get the best battle result of the Crypt Messenger to win the distribution rights of trophies, so that no one could say a single thing.

However, they had apparently predicted Crackpot's disposition incorrectly. When the Priest saw that the outside was already surrounded by dozens of people, leaving him no place to settle in, he quickly looked around. He waved and brought his team directly towards the one team that obviously did not have any League members.

”Get lost!”

Perhaps influenced by Slayer's Heart, when Crackpot said those two words, he sounded a lot like Slayer's Heart. He was arrogant, clearly expressing his stance of expelling the other team from the competition.

Unfortunately, the ten members of the other team, who were all members of the same League, resented his request. Not buying it, they glanced at the group and gave them a cold snort!

It was not surprising, as how could those who were able to go to the Ruins' lower third floor not have some capabilities? If they caved in just after being chased away by others, how could they still play the game, how could they keep their dignity in front of their Clan?

The person in front lifted his weapon directly, and looked at Crackpot as well as the six people behind him coldly. He was clearly showing his determination in not stepping back; the members behind him were also on standby for a fight.

Crackpot had apparently never met such a peremptory person in a League, as seen by his stunned expression. He then sneered, nodded, and said, ”Good... Very good...”

One after another, the several individuals behind Crackpot got ready for action. Holding unfriendly faces, they seemed like they would fight immediately if the other team still refused to leave the place.

All of a sudden, the team confronting Crackpot felt a little powerless. After all, they did not dare to really offend League members. Once a fight broke out, it would definitely not finish in a short time; then, not only would they fail to get the key, they might even offend Netherspirit's Claw as well. Hard time would be waiting for them if it was the latter!

For a moment, the members of this team were a little anxious and regretful, yet due to the anger within them, they could not bring themselves to give in.

”Looks like it hasn't respawned yet! Finally, we've arrived just in time!!”

A voice came from the back this time, breaking the deadlock.

The players present were all stunned!

F*ck, what day is it? So many are here for the Crypt Messenger! Who are these people? One after another, dozens of people looked back, and coincidentally saw Slayer's Heart as well as his team of four. With a Tier 3 Aquamancer tagging along, they emerged from the shadows of the jungle...