Guild Wars Novelas e Histórias

The moment he finished his speech, the men cheered and rose to their feet, all seventeen of them, including the High Commander, their voices booming as they chanted, WE ARE THE HUNTERS, WE ARE THE GUILD. WE ARE GOD'S JUDGEMENT, WE ARE THE GUILD. WE DON'T GIVE IN OR FAINT, WE ARE THE GUILD. WE STRIKE WITH IRON, HOT AND FIERCE, FIRE AND VENGEANCE ON ALL CREATURES OF THE NIGHT. WE STRIKE WITH SILVER, COLD AND FROST, FIRE AND DEATH ON ALL CREATURES BREATHING FRIGHT.

Lisa seemed incredulous, reminding him cautiously, "This eagle is at the late Qi Refining stage, and we've only depleted about half of its health. It's powerful, with many skills. It's not like the novice village boar king you once killed." Sebastian, however, sounded resolute. "Go fight your guild battle; leave this to me." Seeing Sebastian's determination, Lisa didn't have time to persuade him further. She gathered all her subordinates to confront the Blood Slaughter Guild. The two sides immediately began a fierce battle. "Attention to all iron buddies watching the live stream! Bonuses are here! According to a tip from our water friend Clear Wine Half Pot, there's a guild war happening in

But to think that the two swords of the generals are slain like that, just who the hell are those guys that did that? “Clad, that guy who is the last descendant of the Higgens. Clad Volmar. Connor’s grandson, I knew that one day he would be back to get his revenge, which is why I told you to take his life as soon as possible. This is the result of you neglecting your job! Are you aware of the sin you have committed? ” Slamming the table, Allan was mad. He is so mad that his head is a shade of red. But the two generals remain calm as he turns his anger toward them.

Its fingers alone were larger than towers. Black mist flowed from cracks in its skin. The Gatewalker immediately attacked. The two colossal figures collided. The impact shattered part of the city. Shockwaves rolled across rooftops. Entire districts vanished beneath falling debris. Even from this distance, the battle felt unreal. Nobody in the tower spoke. Nobody knew what to say. Eventually Rowan whispered the question everybody was thinking. "What in God's name is that?" Elara's face became grim. "One of the Wardens." The answer raised even more questions.

“The one named Keisha Vista suggested a capturing game. The rules are very simple. There will be two factions who are battling each other. Two types of roles. One is the Hunter and the other one is the Sprinter. The Hunters have one goal: it is to capture the flags of the Sprinters in a given period of time. If all seven flags are obtained, the Hunters will win. If the Sprinters successfully defend their flags until the time is up, the Sprinters will win. Of course, there is a rule prohibiting the use of weapons that can harm or in the worst-case scenario, kill the enemy. If there are no other questions or violent reactions, that concludes our meeting for today. You all can now enjoy the dri

Jade blurted out before she could stop herself. Jin seemed surprised for a moment, but then, burst out in laughter. He winked at Jade and whispered, “Old enough.” Embarrassed, Jade tried to find something to distract herself. And to avoid looking at Jin. “What do you think?” Jin said, breaking the silence. Finally getting over her shame, Jade cleared her throat and tried to look serious. “How?” “There is a legend around here… About the four Holy Beasts responsible for protecting the four kingdoms—”

" The thunderous roar drained the color from the faces of Velda and every Mercer Group employee present. She tried to step forward and explain, but I raised my hand and cut her off. "Save it. You lost the right to speak to us the moment you let Jude dig up my parents' graves." Gunthar walked up to me and swept the red cloth off the plaque, revealing the bold, gliding words dancing across the wood. "Sword of the nation, guardian of the people." "Company, attention! Render salute to the First-Class Meritorious Hero of Talon Unit, Callan Wright!"

There could only be one divine knight on each kingdom of Earthos, Arth thought. "Before I continue, Arth," Lucas turned to him with serious eyes, "I want to formally ask if you have already decided to join our guild, the Forgotten Winter." Arth dropped the fork he was holding. His body flinched as his eyes were forced to open wide. Fo... Forgotten Winter? That’s the… rebel guild! "This is…" Arth slowly gazed at the warriors around him. "So… you're the one who murders nobles and high executives?!"

said Emilia, Athen and Emilia went their ways, in morning Athen just had to face one warrior, Athen decided to spend the night by the battle ground he ate his food and slept for the night. The next morning everyone gathered again for competition, villagers, and knights and the three fighter came to competition, "This morning Jeiko was found dead and hence Athen will move on to finals" said the knight "King Balak will join us for the final fight", the two warriors fought among themselves, the fight was vicious, there was blood everywhere, the fight went on for few minutes and then one of the warrior who was carrying a hammer bursted his opponent's head open with his hammer. With this the figh

The noise had been deafening. Metal against metal, flesh against flesh, shield against shield. And over it all, the battle cries of warriors lost to bloodlust and determination to kill or be killed. Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet.