Chapter 834 - Soulweaver Necromancer (1/2)
How gutsy! Nie Yan actually dared to waltz into the village!
The players in the village had long since noticed Nie Yan.
“Nirvana Flame is coming!”
“He’s really coming!”
“What is he planning!?”
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A wave of panic swept through the village. A group of Warriors rushed out and formed a human wall outside the village gates.
Nie Yan would definitely be attacked by the NPCs if he entered the village. If he killed them, he would be put on a most wanted list and be hunted down by every NPC soldier of the Evil Faction.
Being pursued by hostile NPCs was a calamity for ordinary players. However, Nie Yan didn’t appear the least bit afraid.
Seeing Lil’ Gold drawing closer and closer, the Warriors felt an immense pressure weighing down on them. For most of them, this was their first time seeing him in the flesh. However, they had long since heard of his notoriety.
Nie Yan coldly swept his gaze over this group and noticed several NPCs among them. Only Level 170–180 Elites. They posed no threat to him.
These players blocked the village entrance. If Nie Yan wanted to enter, he would have to walk over a pile of corpses.
Several blood orc Warriors hoisted up their greatshields and slowly advanced. Mystics cast protection magic on them from behind. Everyone was paying close attention to Lil’ Gold’s every single move.
Almost 600 players were gathered here. They prepared to face off against Nie Yan. At this time, a group of about 100 players came rushing out from the back of the village. They were all at least Level 130, with a dozen Silver Wings and one Soulweaver among them. Their leader was a fallen human Mystic. He was Level 140 and clad in golden armour. His equipment was all Sub Legendary or Legendary-grade. He wielded a sapphire staff in one hand and a crystal sword in the other. His equipment glistened with a seven-coloured radiance, making him appear especially gaudy.
“Everyone participating in this battle will receive a reward of 500 gold! If we successfully kill Nirvana Flame, you’ll receive 5,000 gold. Whoever obtains the Death God’s Edge and Paternoster’s Warhammer will be rewarded 500,000 gold. Anyone that dares to fight with me over these two items will be killed without mercy!” the Mystic shouted. His arm was wrapped around a gorgeous female Thief with a fiery figure.
This Mystic was called Winterless Night. He was quite famous in the Evil Faction—not for his skill but rather for his young master-like behaviour and lavish spending. It was rumoured his current set of equipment cost over 2,000,000 gold, which he of course bought with real life money. He had quite a few strong experts under him, including 12 Silver Wings and one Soulweaver. The sole reason they followed him was the money in his pockets.
After finding out Nie Yan had come to the underworld, Winterless Night hurriedly started recruiting manpower in preparation to kill him.
From his point of view, Nie Yan was just another obstacle money could overcome.
After hearing Winterless Night's words, the players under him broke out in cheers. Only the Soulweaver Necromancer and several Silver Wings chuckled wryly. The person they were about to face wasn’t some kind of weakling but the Mad Rogue!
“When we win, I’ll take you guys over to Hades Highrollers and let you experience true pleasure!” Winterless Night laughed boisterously.
Hades Highrollers was the most famous nightclub in the Demon Tribe. What happened inside didn’t need to be explained.
Nie Yan shot a glance at the noisy fellow and coldly chuckled. It seemed like he was worth quite a bit of money, and someone had actually dared to fork over so much gold to kill him.
Nie Yan waved his hand. Lil’ Gold stepped forward and charged toward the blood orc Warriors.
“Don’t use physical attacks. The Golden Dragon has Explosive Counter!”
“Stand your ground. Let the Mages attack!”
“Focus down Paladin Lafus. His Heals are too strong!”
These players were all knowledgeable about Nie Yan’s skills. They wouldn’t stupidly throw their lives away!
Several stealthed Thieves pounced toward Paladin Lafus in attempt to ambush him. The Mages started chanting, releasing a barrage of magic.
Nie Yan and the shadow clone entered stealth and headed toward the backline.
“Stop him! Watch out for the AoE splash damage from his attacks. Dark Zealots, keep everyone topped up!”
Since these players belonged to different teams, even though there was someone shouting orders, there was still quite some disharmony in their actions.
The shadow clone charged into the enemy ranks and started carrying out a massacre. Blood-curdling screams rang out as players died left and right.
Black orbs of light flew up into the sky, illuminating the ground below and revealing Nie Yan’s position. Five Slayers rushed at him like streaks of light.
Arriving in front of Nie Yan, they slashed out with a flurry of blows, only to find him completely disregard their attacks. PSFHT! He pierced one of the Slayers in the throat with a Phantom Assassination. As the blades from the other Slayers came down on him, he turned into a blur and evaded them. He slightly bent his waist to the side. Reverse Grip backstab!