<h4>Chapter 323 Chapter322-The Bloody Guild Battle</h4>


    While guild members enjoy the shared resources of the guild, they''re also expected to contribute a portion of their personal earnings.


    In contrast, solo yers aren''t bound by these obligations.


    They can invest all their gathered resources into themselves.


    Thus, in the early stages of the game, these individual yers often progress faster than regr guild members.


    However, as the game evolves, this advantage dwindles and is eventually overtaken by guild members.


    Currently, with most yers hovering around the hundred-level mark, the solo yers'' strengths still shine through.


    For a moment, an array of skill lights sparkled throughout the Tide Guild''s territory.


    Every now and then, a yer would cry out in pain from a sustained injury.


    The roaring sound of shing weapons, the crashing noises of crumbling structures, and yers'' shouts resonated continuously, creating an unending cacophony.


    The high-level elite yers from both guilds stood out remarkably in the battle.


    MoonWhite, from a vantage point, fired an energy arrow, urately hitting a Wolf Guild''s magus.


    This disrupted his chant, sending him flying in an instant.


    Meanwhile, in a corner of the Tide Guild''s base, Wolf Prime fought with the ferocity of a tiger.


    As his axe danced, several Tide Guild yers met their demise, dissolving into beams of light before returning to the respawn pool.


    At this juncture, both guilds'' elite yers targeted their adversaries'' regr yers, aiming to deplete the opponent''s numbers as much as possible in the early stages of the Guild Battle.


    Such intensity left onlookers from other guilds agog.


    This was the raw brutality and savagery of a Guild Battle.


    In suchrge-scale shes, individual power, unless exceptionally outstanding, bes almost inconsequential.


    In the end, Guild Battles are a testament to a guild''s depth: whether they have sufficient numbers at their base, enough elite yers, high enough levels, and powerful enough equipment.


    Within the virtual gaming world, it''s levels that dictate all.


    A yer at level 100, even with the most basic equipment, by virtue of inherent attributes alone, could easily overpower a level 1 yer donning divine gear.


    All damage is expressed in numbers; while there might be cases where the weak triumph over the strong, they''re almost insurmountably rare.


    Only if one possesses an exceedingly high skill level is there a chance to bridge the gap of equipment and level disparities through sheer dexterity.


    Unfortunately, Tide Guildcks such exceptional yers.


    Whether in terms of elite yer count or offensive coordination, they are far outmatched by Wolf Guild, and thus, swiftly found themselves at a disadvantage.


    Members of Wolf Guildunched their full onught, dividing their forces and surrounding Tide Guild''s yers in brutalbat.


    Dirge, brandishing her axe, charged into the heart of the enemy ranks.


    Her fierce onught was like a whirlwind, with every swing leaving a trail of dismembered limbs.


    It''s undeniable: this woman possesses a mental fortitude that far exceeds what her appearance suggests.


    Opting for the berserker ss, which demands close-quarterbat, she fights bloodied but undeterred.


    Her form weaves in and out, skillfully dodging enemy blows while delivering lethal counters.


    Beside her, Tide Guild members also exhibited formidablebat prowess.


    They coordinated with each other, deploying various skills and tactics, effectively halting Wolf Guild''s momentum. Soon, the battlefield was engulfed in chaos.


    Members from both guilds engaged in close-quarterbat, with the luminescence of interwoven skills streaking across the sky.


    Blood sttered on the ground, glistening under the sunlight.


    The battle was brutally intense, making life seem all the more fragile in its wake.


    Even faced with daunting odds, Tide Guild''s members persisted in their fight.


    They battled for their guild''s honor, defending their homnd to the very end. Each member of Tide Guild demonstrated indomitable will and courage.


    However, the members of Wolf Guild were no pushovers.


    Their camaraderie dated further back than Tide Guild''s, showcasing superior strength and coordination inbat.


    Their skills and attacks were sharp and deadly, every blow posing a direct threat to Tide Guild''s members'' lives.


    The battle that ensued resembled a deathmatch, every move dripping with lethal intent.


    Amidst this brutal skirmish, Tide Guild''s members paid a hefty price.


    Some, in their haste, charged recklessly into enemy ranks, only to be taken down in a coordinated assault.


    Others, engrossed in fierce battles, neglected their surroundings and were ambushed, leading to their demise.


    But Tide Guild''s members didn''t waver.


    They fought tenaciously, sacrificing their flesh and blood for the dignity and glory of their guild.


    Seeing her cherished guild members, whom she had worked tirelessly to recruit, continually fall to Wolf Guild''s onught, a furious Dirge, casting aside all caution, charged straight to the frontline.


    Swinging her massive axe, every strike carried the fury of a tempest.


    "Ha! You damn mongrels!" roared Dirge.


    A flurry of skills emanated from her, cleaving a Wolf Guild member clean in half right before her.


    A frenzied aura enveloped her, causing those nearby to instinctively recoil.


    Under her lead, every member of Tide Guild threw themselves recklessly into the fray, coordinating with one another,nding precise strikes.


    Despite facing the numerically and strength-wise superior Wolf Guild, there wasn''t a hint of retreat in their stance.


    On the battlefield, the brilliance of skill effects crisscrossed in the air, producing intermittent dazzling res.


    Blood spattered amidst the atmosphere, with the bodies of the fallen littering the ground.


    Amid this chaos, SoulSong stood wielding a longsword, impassively reaping the lives of regr members of Tide Guild before him.


    He demonstrated agility, adeptly evading the onught from Tide Guild members.


    With a flick of his sword, a dance of sword shadows ensued, every strike imbued with devastating force.


    His high level, coupled with immense attack power and agility, rendered him the reaper of the battlefield. Each swing effortlessly brought down foes.


    Constantly switching his angles and methods of assault, sometimes piercing vital points and at other times breaking enemy defenses, his attacks resembled an unpredictable storm, catching many off guard.


    SoulSong''s prowess soon caught the attention of Wolf Guild''s higher echelons.


    The vice guild leader, Wolf Howl, standing beside Darklord, remarked with a sly grin, "Darklord, this ace under yourmand is quite formidable. In such a chaotic battle, he doesn''t make a single error. Clearly, a top-tier yer with wless execution."


    Darklord snorted coldly, responding, "What good is skill? Isn''t he still serving obediently under me? In this age, there''s little that money can''t solve. He used to have his own guild. But with just a bit of gold, he came crawling to serve as my hound."


    Wolf Howl maintained his smile, but a sly gleam passed through his eyes. He had dealt with Darklord for quite some time now.


    From what he gathered, the man was just a brash and thoughtless scion of wealth, one who often acted without considering the consequences.


    Such individuals, he mused, could never truly achieve greatness.


    Were it not for the close coboration between their two guilds, Wolf Howl might''ve already taken action against him.


    "Doesn''t Guild Leader Darklord wish to join the fray himself?" Wolf Howl inquired.


    With a look of disdain, Darklord shook his head, "Such a newly established guild isn''t worth my effort."


    Feigning agreement, Wolf Howl nodded, then remarked nonchntly, "Then please cover our nks, Guild Leader Darklord. I''m off to enjoy the ughter." And with that, he vanished from the spot.


    When he reappeared, he was directly behind an elite yer from Tide Guild.


    His dagger, cold and swift as a striking serpent, silently pierced the yer''s heart.


    The yer, aghast, looked back only to find emptiness.


    Gazing downward at his bleeding chest, he fell, defeated, turning into a beam of light, respawning back at Silverglow''s pool.


    From a concealed vantage point, John observed the scene with a furrowed brow.


    Wolf Howl''s method of attack seemed eerily familiar, almost identical to the NPC assassins from AGHHO.


    It solidified his suspicions: the previous assassination attempts on him by the six AGHHO assassins were undoubtedly linked to this Wolf Howl.


    John''s gaze drifted back to Darklord, a contemtive expression on his face.


    In the heart of the battlefield, Wolf Howl''s involvement undeniably hastened the conclusion of the Guild Battle.


    He moved like a ghost among thebatants, asionally manifesting to im one life after another with his dagger.


    Even though this was a game, where defeated yers could respawn, the sight sent shivers down the spines of onlooking guild members.


    It was a fate far more humiliating than a direct defeat.


    To be assassinated without any chance to react, without even catching a glimpse of the enemy.


    Onlookers began to wonder: if they faced such an adversary in a Guild Battle, how could they possibly counter him?