Chapter 283: Release the War Cries

A slash and a hack.

A Black Armored Gnome executed a precise attack sequence and killed a wounded Ogre who collapsed to the ground.

Other elite Gnomes and Houndhead Men gathered around him. The fighting was the fiercest at the base of the wall.

The Ogres didn’t occupy the fortified walls and conquer the village, they were playing cat and mouse. By waiting at the base of the wall, they baited the gamers and killed them.

They used Axes, Blades, Maces, Spiked Hammers, and even their teeth to kill as many gamers as possible.

Most of the gamers were unable to fight against the Ogres. Only the Guild members were able to fend off the Ogres.

The most powerful Guild was the Pioneer Alliance, which was created by the First Beta Gamers.

Hence, the Ogres concentrated their attacks on the Pioneer Alliance.

“Cherry King, besides their overwhelming number, the green-skinned creatures aren’t powerful. You must have been caught unaware to be defeated by their numbers.”

Several tribal leaders gathered around Cherry King and laughed heartily. Their weapons weren’t stained with blood as they didn’t have the chance to kill the green-skinned creatures, which were already killed by their subordinates.

“We can’t be complacent. There are too many of the green-skinned creatures. Who knows if they have reinforcements. If we leave after defeating them, they may counterattack again. The Michelangelo’s relic is at stake. I suggest we stay back to help with the defenses. We have to protect the relic from harm.”

“Yes, yes.”

“That’s what I thought.”

All the tribal leaders agreed.

Cherry King wanted to object, but he was unable to do so. His tribe was unable to fight with the other tribes. It was the fault of the green-skinned creatures. If not for them, his tribe wouldn’t be diminished, and he wouldn’t care about other tribes!

It was too late. Though he hated the green-skinned creatures, he hoped that they would perish together with the other tribes. Then he could reap the benefits.

There were other Ogre tribes that he could make an alliance with.

Cherry King thought of this plan, but it wasn’t practical now. Seeing the green-skinned creatures being mowed down like grass, he was enraged. They were powerful when they attacked him, so why were they so weak now?

…

The gamers weren’t weak, they just didn’t expect so many Ogres.

They weren’t worried about the number of Ogres since they could salvage more equipment. They loved the thrill of walking on the blade’s edge and in the sea of monsters. If they were killed, they would lose their precious equipment. Then they had to return to the battlefield carefully to retrieve their equipment.

The exhilaration and the pain of loss were unbearable, but it was alright. The gamers were used to it. They were able to revive and return back.

Was it more painful than Simba’s deliberate destruction of their equipment?

With so many Ogres, the gamers were in danger of being overrun!

The gamers spent a lot of effort to locate Michelangelo’s relic, and they hadn’t discovered the contents. If the village was conquered, then the relic would be lost. That couldn’t happen!

What were the mission rewards for the Michelangelo’s relic? A complete Guild land with free construction materials and a title—Master Archaeologist!

A Guild land might not be complete even if the members slogged with their lives. A Guild who obtained the Michelangelo’s relic would have a complete Guild land. Its members would also have the title of Master Archaeologist. That was extremely tempting to the gamers, especially the rich Guild chairmen.

Who would obtain Michelangelo’s relic in the end? It was anybody’s guess. If the Ogres managed to overrun the fortified walls, then Michelangelo’s relic would be lost.

The management of the large Guilds gathered and came to a conclusion.

All the Guilds would unite together and be led by the Pioneer Alliance, which had the highest reputation. NotWearingPants would be the Battle Commander. They would kill all the Ogres and split the loot according to contributions from the Guilds. Then the Guilds would distribute the loot to its members.

Though the gamers often killed each other, when it was time to collaborate, they were extremely cooperative, especially if they would perish and lose the relic.

“All members gather. Follow your leaders, who will follow NotWearingPants. Follow instructions. If you perish and can’t find the main force, proceed to the crowd. Follow the crowd so you won’t lose your way!”

“Rallying all individual gamers on the discussion forum to join us! Pull your friends along!”

“How is the loot going to be distributed to the individual gamers?”

“Join a Guild first, then obtain the distributed loot before leaving the Guild. Don’t you understand the basic operations?”

The gamers started rallying other gamers. When the perished gamers revived, they formed a large legion that was dark and dense. Under the leadership of NotWearingPants and other leaders, they advanced towards the Ogres.

“Charge! Kill them!”

“For Eternal Kingdom Dungeon!”

“Make haste! Battle stations!”

“Release the War Cries!”

A gamer in the crowd hollered.

“Wahhh—!”