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Chapter 76: Guild war [4]

Chapter 76: Guild war [4]

The virtual world of Warstar had never witnessed such a spectacle.

From all across the 11th server, players tuned in, whether through live broadcasts, player streams, or in-game observation from nearby cliffs.

The Canyon of Ruins, once a mere hunting ground had become the arena of legends, where five players stood against an entire coalition of top guilds.

For the past hour, Lord Doom’s crew had defied logic, turning a thousand-player siege into an unimaginable slaughter.

The sheer skill, the flawless terrain usage, the overwhelming momentum; they had all convinced the world that perhaps, just perhaps, these five were not human. That maybe, just maybe they could actually do the impossible.

But then, everything changed.

The once-chaotic army of the top guilds suddenly moved with terrifying efficiency as if under the leadership of a new democratic regime.

Instead of rushing in blindly, they adjusted their formations, seamlessly adapting to the geography of the canyon like some veteran General was behind them, leading them from the shadows.

Siege weapons rolled forward, spellcasters bombarded escape routes, ambush squads repositioned, and melee fighters stopped wasting lives in reckless charges in a vain pursuit of glory.

For the first time in this battle...

Lord Doom and his team were on the defensive.

Well, the player chat exploded, again.

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[Public Chat:]

*"Holy shit, they finally stopped being idiots!"

*"That Night Razor guy..., this is pro-level leadership".

*"No..., this is beyond pro. This is military-grade strategy, I heard he was once scouted by Phoenix Rising’s own Gabriel but he refused. I think he said he apparently loves playing in the game more".

*"Damn, he must be filthy rich in real life".

*"But damn! Lord Doom’s team is insane, but even they can’t win if the enemy actually used their brain, right?"

*"Look! They can’t just keep slaughtering now..., they’re getting cornered!"

*"Is this it? Are they finally doomed?"

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A suffocating tension spread across the Warstar community. What had once been a battle of gods versus mortals had suddenly become a true war.

Could five players truly stand against a well-led army?

The excitement was unbearable.

...

Shanghai, China...

In his luxurious gaming room, Meng Wu Ya leaned forward in his chair, fingers steepled in thought as he looked through the eyes of his alternate account Avatar that was now in England’s LAN server.

As the undisputed top expert in the Warstar World Championship, his analytical skills were second to none.

He had watched every single second of this battle with keen interest, appreciating the flawless execution of Lord Doom’s previous strategies.

Everything until now had been remarkable, but still within the realm of possibility for a top-tier player.

But now...

Now, even he couldn’t see a way out.

"This is different," Meng Wu Ya mused to himself, his sharp eyes scanning the battle. "Lord Doom and his crew aren’t just fighting strong players anymore. They’re fighting an army led by an actual tactician".

He glanced at Night Razor, the Paladin at the back of the rampaging army of thousands that now wanted to raze Lord Doom and his team to the ground.

"That guy is good..., really good".

With Night Razor commanding the entire battlefield, Lord Doom’s team was losing its advantage.

Their terrain control was being countered.

Their hit-and-run tactics were shut down.

Their pacing was being dictated by the enemy now.

Meng Wu Ya exhaled slowly, eyes narrowing. "No matter how skilled you are, no matter how inhuman their execution," he stared. "Five people just don’t have the raw numbers to keep this up forever".

His fingers drummed against his desk.

"So what now, Lord Doom? How will you handle this?"

He couldn’t deny it.

He was excited.

...

Team Noah’s POV...

The Canyon of Ruins had changed.

No longer was it a chaotic battlefield of reckless guilds throwing bodies at them. No longer did Noah and his team hold absolute control over the terrain.

Night Razor had done it, cleverly regaining control from them.

He had restored order to the enemy ranks, weaponized formations, and cut off their ability to dictate the flow of battle.

Noah felt the difference immediately.

His attacks, once devastating and unpredictable were now being countered.

His team’s movements, once free-flowing and lethal, were now being restricted. They were getting hunted, and it was working.

For the first time, his team was forced into the defensive.

But was Noah afraid?

Not even remotely.

Instead... his blood burned with excitement.

This was Warstar. This was a battlefield. And he was Noah.

He chuckled under his breath. "Night Razor, huh? He’s sharp," he grinned. "The real deal".

Aria, who had just cleaved apart a squadron of melee fighters flicked blood off her sword and scoffed. "Sharp? He’s got us on the back foot, Noah!" She raised her voice. "I don’t like it".

Genvieve who was busy healing Caleb nodded. "This is different from before, it’s controlled now. We can’t just keep fighting like this, we’ll be suffocated".

Caleb, ever the numbers guy let out an annoyed sigh. "At this rate, we’ll burn through resources too quickly. Even with Nightingale’s potions, we’ll run out before they do".

Benjamin, of course made a joke. "So we’re the 300 Spartans and they’re the Persian army, huh?" He groaned. "Man, I’d rather be the Persian army. They have better food".

Noah smirked. "Why settle for 300 Spartans..., when we can be the guerrilla warlords instead?

Silence.

Aria narrowed her eyes. "You’ve got a plan?"

Noah turned to face them fully, and his smirk grew. "I do". He paused. "But it’s completely shameless, unapologetically unscrupulous, and downright brutal".

Benjamin grinned. "I like it already".

Caleb adjusted his glasses. "We’re listening".

Noah’s voice lowered. "Then tell me one thing, are you ready?"

His teammates didn’t hesitate, they looked at each other then back at him and answered. "Always ready".

Noah’s eyes gleamed. "Good".

And then, he unveiled his plan...

A chaotic, relentless, unbridled campaign of pure guerrilla warfare.

They wouldn’t fight the army head-on, not when they’re suddenly this organized. No, they’d destroy them from the inside.

Noah looked at his teammates. "This is the plan..."