Guild Wars Romane & Geschichten

Steel-Fist Predator said calmly but mocked him internally “Steel-fist while what you say makes sense I think Sword-saint still has a point, killing a child just because of such trivialities seems utterly absurd.” Flame-heart predator replied Steel-fist predator with a sneer “It seems Flame-heart has forgotten the history lessons we got when we were still basic Hunters, the only times glass-eyed Hunters appeared, they almost destroyed the entire race single handedly, unless you want a replay of the Great Massacre I’d advise we end the kid to avoid future troubles.” White-haired predator said grimly

Billy responded, “That sounds good. You just don’t want to have to make more when you really need them. I nodded, “I agree. I will keep making more while I’m sitting then.” I continued making my spears and daggers as I watched a lot of warlocks fall into the crevasse. Dad filled it with fire for only five seconds, then mom closed it. She opened another one, not far from it, and I surrounded it with ice again. I started walking around the house and found another group starting to overpower our warriors. I raised a bunch of spears and launched them at only the eyes facing the house, then prayed that works. Less than a second later, every dark warlock in that group dropped and I missed every wa

I could still tell from the corner of my eye they were pissed, but I ignored it and focused on my opponent in front of me. The rules were simple; Gamma Chris and Beta Tim had explained them to us yesterday. We had to use all the tactics in offence and defence we learned over the three years and pin down the opponent for ten seconds; the first one to do so would win. It seemed simple, but it wasn't so; our opponents were people who had already passed the warrior scholarship and were training to be part of the royal army, not to mention they were above eighteen, meaning they had their wolves, which made them ten times more stronger.

23% ------ Rank 7 - Clan Gaia (189.01 B) Change - 5.4 B | -23.23% ------ Rank 8 - Sun Eagles (188.39 B) Change - 3.9 B | +7.23% ------ Rank 9 - Nefarious Legacy (187.22 B) Change - 3.1 B | -1.23% ------ Rank 10 - Bone Wolves (180.39 B ) Change - 1.1 B | -15.23%

|Jobs Warrior lvl1 Knight lvl1 Healer lvl30 Swordmaster lvl1 Archer lvl30 Rogue lvl30 Mage lvl30 Special Job (Locked) |Greed: 2%

The glowing blue defensive runes had been overwritten with jagged, glowing red graffiti—symbols of the Resistance, kill-counts, and crude insults directed at the Admin AI. The halls were packed with players. Thousands of banned avatars had moved into the fortress, turning it into a massive, chaotic staging ground. Campfires of pixelated light dotted the courtyards. Vendors had set up makeshift stalls, trading scavenged, glitched loot. It looked exactly like a high-level Guild Headquarters. Because that's exactly what it was. Ren walked through the main hall. As he passed, the chatter died down. Players stopped what they were doing and saluted. Some bowed. They recognized the matte-black armo

not! AJ and the other fans all erupt in giggles when the three of them get up from the floor. It's then that I see that they're all laughing with them and not at them. Jam, Oog, and Gland are laughing hysterically despite no one loving them enough to catch them. I frown in frustration. Why can't they ever lose?! I'd kill to see them lose, just once! I guess it really is all about perspective.

reborn in the hearts of the Union’s own children. The tension between the "Traditional-Guilds" and the "Silica-Secessionists" inevitably ignited into the Friction-Wars. This was not a war of territory, but a "War of State-of-Matter." The Guilds fought to preserve the "Viscosity" of reality, while the Secessionists fought to "Liquidate" it. The battlegrounds were the trade routes themselves, where "Steam-Dreadnoughts" clashed with "Light-Phased-Interceptors."

“I’ll hold them off.” Reina nodded, and they quickly slipped out the back door. Russe turned to face the incoming men, drawing out his claws. “F*&k you!” He had faced many battles before, but he knew that this one would be different. These men were not like the shadowy figures in the forest. They were real humans, and they were armed.

The room erupted in cheers and I sat back down to Peter. "Now, we must prepare for our allies in the Blood Moon. If they are to be ambushed, we will be there to fight alongside of them. A war may be coming and we must be ready. From now on, we will be training from five in the morning to noon. I know it's long hours, but this will be a time to master your skills and learn new things that you want to. You must push each other and look out for the good of all. If anyone is against this, please say so now." No one said anything. Everyone stared straight at Jaedon, a determined look in their eyes. "We are strong because we stick together and know we have no weakness. We will eat good meals and h