Guild Wars 소설 & 이야기

Gaven War has a smell. It is the scent of metal, storm, and the slow tightening of wolves who know something irreversible is coming. The war room has not been empty since the council knelt. Not once. Scouts come and go. Messengers move between desks and maps. Armor scrapes stone floors as warriors cycle through patrol rotations. No one laughs. No one relaxes. Blackmoor is awake, and now the reports are starting to confirm what I already suspected.

I added. @Death Wish

Georgie Clementine now felt that other people looked at her as if she were a panda bear. Within five minutes, up to a thousand or ten thousand people had gathered around her… At one glance, the entire game screen turned dark. There were players all around Georgie. This was like a large-scale guild war. Meanwhile, those players that came after hearing about what happened all sent friend requests to Georgie. Her friend list was already full. She was tapping on the button to reject so often that her hand ached.

Tadhg Walter asked. "Five hundred years of solid wood, very difficult to shape, if you want to hurry, it's natural, but right now, the war in the Immortal Realm is about to arise, the weapons of the guild are speeding up day and night, the friends want to spend a lot of time."

How many families he may’ve participated in destroying? I couldn’t resist asking. He looked at me. Brows shooting up in surprise. “Not very many. I command the Guild. And the armies when under attack. But it’s Warlord himself, whose taken for the hunts.” Magus snorted ahead of us. “What, Magus?” He clearly had something to say.

Seeing how the crowd piped down, Oriole shakily continued her announcement using her voice projection skills. "Guild Survivor has an offer. To everyone who sides with Guild Carnage and supports them, we will show no mercy. If you remain neutral, we will grant you protection and shelter during the game. You may even farm for points. Our capable advisor has discovered a few good hunting grounds, and we can share them with anyone who wishes to ally with us during this event. Of course, we will compensate everyone accordingly. Those who can catch the black egg and bring it to us in one piece will be paid 500 credits for every black egg undamaged."

I don't even know how to give a lap dance. I stood up and carried my purse i kept on the couch, i was sweating already. As i increased my pace to go out of the room, Sammy stopped me. "Hey! Where do you think you're going huh? The game is not over yet." He said "Since you don't want to play along with what you picked, you have to pay 50USD before we can let you go. You know the rules " Tala added 50 what? How on earth will i get that amount from?

Erriene said in that soft but firm voice of his that always made Alarick’s crotch give a twitch. Kill him, a mocking voice said in his head, He disrespected you. He took the sword and dragged his finger on the carvings. It was Maudinian. ‘Dir ylemi er zi nie rata cogadh anns treubh.’ (There is no war in the tribe.) A quote from a frost giant’s legend, about a great frost giant warlord and his weaknesses, his people, his family and his enemies. There was one special sword for each one of them.

The world outside my window has finally stopped screaming. The golden letters of the global announcement have faded from the sky, but the silence they left behind is worse. It’s the quiet of a predator holding its breath. Every major guild on the planet just got a notification that two fresh pieces of prime rib just walked out of the slaughterhouse. And they’re hungry. I lean my forehead against the cool glass. My reflection stares back—a girl who looks like she should be crying over a broken heart, not planning how to dismantle a goddamn death game from the inside out.