Chapter 396 - Worthless Struggle (1/2)

Dawnlight City was dominating, Twilight was fading. Morales were gone. All they could do was to retreat and run. In the end, all they could hope for was for the defense of the Outpost to hold up.

In City versus City war, both sides would have three camps; the Outpost and two other base camps. The middle ground and the main camp had strong walls to protect the camp. The main camp itself was almost like an impregnable fortress. At this point of the game, it was impossible for anyone to break the walls and completely destroy the walls. Even with Forbidden Spells, it would take days before the walls cracked.

On the other hand, the Outpost was far weaker. There were a few obstacles and barb wires surrounding the Outpost. Even though it was somewhat useful, it was only as useful as a player. At this point, Twilight City could not even properly utilize the terrain advantage to attack Dawnlight City.

When it came to taking advantage, pug players were the first to react. In this case, it was a disadvantage for those in Twilight City. Many had already left the scene, making it far easier for Dawnlight City players to attack.

"Useless piece of crap! They have no honor!" Iron-Bloodhardt spat as he clenched his fists in anger. He was utterly disappointed at the pug players of his own city.

"It is as foreseen. Guild activities like this would only benefit the members. All their losses and penalties would be paid back in full. Pug players have no one to support them," said another guild master who was beside Iron-Bloodhardt, calmly.

"Losses? Penalties? Call them back and I'll be more than happy to reimburse all their loses!" Iron-Bloodhardt roared.

"Guild master. Do not speak such nonsense. This is not something we could accomplish," said the Vice-guild master of Iron Blood Alliance. Although they were a large guild and was even the number one guild in Twilight City with over tens of thousands of members under their insignia, reimbursing millions of players would not be enough even if Iron-Bloodhardt sold the entire guild.

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Dawnlight was approaching and Twilight was pushed back so far that there was nowhere else to run. The Outpost General would always be in the center of the Outpost. If he was killed, the Outpost would fall.

"Time for your light show, Mr. Rain!" said Billy Boy with a satisfied smile. At that moment on, Billy Boy really loved the Forbidden Spell user. With his ultimate killing spell in hand, attacking cities would be like child's play!

"Alright!"

Little Rain with full mana points walked forward to get closer to the enemies' Outpost. The maximum range of attack was 1000 meters. Little Rain wanted to position himself 800 meters away so that the AoE range would cover the Outpost while keeping Little Rain safe.

"All hands! Protect Mr. Rain with your life! Brace for attacks from Twilight!" Billy Boy commanded when Little Rain started his casting. This time around, he must be protected at all cost.

After having attacked once by the Forbidden Spell, the enemies immediately picked up the changes of the surrounding and knew what was coming. They would have started their defensive maneuvers. One Forbidden Spell user would be powerless as he was casting his spell. A simple stealthy bandit or assassin could easily kill him.

"Guardians! Surround Mr. Rain tightly! Magicians and Priest, take turns and use your skills to scout for incoming stealth enemies. I don't care whether its an enemy or an ally, kill anyone who is in stealth!" said Billy Boy. He could not afford to spare a single mistake at this point. He had thought that the enemies might have planted a spy in their ranks. Hence, Billy Boy had warned his troops to kill any stupid players who dared to approach Little Rain in stealth.

"That magician cannot be allowed to continue his casting! Everyone must charge in now! Kill that magician!"

Iron-Bloodhardt heart was racing madly. He knew the power of the Forbidden Spell and he would die trying to stop it from being cast. When reports came in that the surroundings had begun to dry up, Iron-Bloodhardt spared no time at all to plan a counterattack.