Guild Wars の小説・ストーリー

SOPHIA POV The air was stiff while taking a walk with Xylah, this was because none of us wanted to be in the same company as each other.. As we walked, I heard noises and cheers going on in the distance. "What's that noise?" I asked. "They are recruiting new wolves to join the army," she replied. "You do not want to go there, the men there will be covered in their own sweat and blood," she complains. "Yuck right?" She asked but stopped talking when she noticed my interest. "Oh I forgot, you used to be a beta, those are your thing," she mumbles.

She then repeated the same motions only without the shield, just to see how much her speed had been affected. The fifteen minutes came and went in a flash. Janet opened up a private conversation with Melinda. "Come on Melly, show me what you can do with that beast." "Alright. I'm kind of curious as well if my cousin's work can stand up to a real fight." The both of them paired up and entered matchmaking for one of Iron Spirit's larger game mode, the Wartorn Instances. It simulated real battlefield circumstances, as most mech battles between the smaller human states employed at least a few dozen mechs. Wartorn Instances usually played out as a team deathmatch mode with an impressive amount of

“I divided the Gammas into two categories. GammaW (GW) and GammaC (GC). The first one is the warriors. The second is the computer guys. Now either you can have a general Gamma as a leader for both or a different one for each section. I prefer the latter. And I would like you to think of dismissing the Gamma as my bodyguard. What do you think?” “I’d prefer two. And removing your bodyguard, no. There is no way.” “Then place a common warrior as my bodyguard. Let poor Nathan do his other duties.” “I’ll think of it, but I’m not promising anything. He’s my best warrior.” “Ok, we’ll talk about that later. Now the Gammas all together are working for security, either the GW with training, patrols, or

Gen snorted. Monstra Fidelis – Monster Fight Club Advisor: Commander Karrin Vorax Summary: Unofficially official. First rule: don’t talk about it. Second rule: absolutely talk about it. Night duels. Monster form combat. No magic, just raw, feral brawls. Watchers can place bets. Winners gain power, respect, and invitations to secret GraveGalas. “Okay this one’s screaming my name,” I whispered. “Also, secret parties? Hell yes.”

Even his emotions started to feel a bit twisted. The fact that he could not even stand up to a brat from a worthless third-grade world kept on echoing in his head. He could not accept it, but there was nothing he could do about that. The truth was right in front of him. Unless he was crazy enough to try to work with Jake to fight Fane, he would need to accept it. There were thousands upon thousands of warriors in Weinhord City's Three Deer Stage. Among those warriors, a third were from second-grade worlds while the rest were from third-grade worlds. They were all gathered there to witness the final results of the slaughter game.

Ean's face contorted in disbelief and rage. "Nonsense! How could she be dead?" He stormed in, eyes wild with panic. Behind a few rows of shelves, a faint figure was curled up on the floor. Ean started shaking uncontrollably. I followed close behind him, my stomach turning at the sight of my own dead body. My eyes were wide open, staring straight ahead, directly at him. My face was icy, and all ten fingers were smeared with dried blood. The floor and walls were covered with the marks of my struggle.