Eagle Country.
The Capitol.
In the familiar conference room, another meeting was called.
This time, the number of leaders present was unprecedented! Representatives from the major guilds were also there.
Following the deaths of the five major guild leaders last time, Eagle Country had lost five key figures, a batch of Black Dragon equipment, and dozens of high-level combatants. They had suffered a devastating blow!
Now, after much difficulty, they had managed to accumulate a new batch of Black Dragon equipment. The plan was to use this equipment to dominate the upcoming Nation Wars and regain their standing.
And then… a Sacred Artifact appeared!
“Primordial Epic… this is an equipment tier we have never seen before. What are your thoughts?” the head of the Capitol asked in a low voice.
“It’s an Elven Sacred Artifact, so its tier is naturally extremely high. Who could have imagined a human class player could obtain something like this? What did he do? How did he get it?” someone questioned.
Of course, no one could answer that.
Neil, as the leader of the number one guild, Storm, had an extremely grim expression at that moment!
Gritting his teeth, he said, “Forget the flight ability for now. A long-range Necromancer fighting from the air means melee classes can only wait to die on the ground! Of course, that’s his personal capability. What we need to focus on is the ‘Grand Summons’ skill granted by the Wings of the Elves!”
Everyone had certainly noticed the Grand Summons skill. But no one dared to be the first to address it. Since Neil brought it up, the room instantly fell into an awkward, heavy silence. The atmosphere was oppressively tense.
“Currently, it appears this skill has no cooldown,” one leader stated.
“Cooldown is irrelevant now. Even if it had a one-year cooldown, he would still have the ability to summon the entire Elven army once. Don’t forget, the Nation Wars are approaching!” Neil reminded them.
The leaders’ faces immediately turned as if they had eaten something foul.
For the Nation Wars, the number of participants from each country is fixed. Dealing with an individually overpowered Necromancer was already a headache. Based on their original understanding, during the Nation Wars, with a well-planned assassination or ambush, focusing fire, they might still have a chance to kill that Necromancer.
But now? That Necromancer can summon the entire Elven race to aid him with a single thought! This was simply a game-breaking bug!
“No, we cannot let him disrupt the balance of the Nation Wars!” Neil said gravely.
“So? Do you have a good plan? All the agents we sent to infiltrate Longxia died, without even sending back any information. I estimate they were eliminated by the Guardian Army before even getting a glimpse of that Necromancer! Didn’t you say the Guardian Army’s defensive deployment in the southern border was almost non-existent?” a leader questioned, bringing up old scores.
Neil frowned. “No one wanted something like this to happen! Moreover, among this wave of casualties, many were from my Storm Guild!”
“Enough arguing!” the head leader interjected sternly. “This is not the time to assign blame. I want to know, do you have any good ideas to prevent that Necromancer from participating in the Nation Wars? If he participates, it’s a foregone conclusion—Longxia takes first place! Once Longxia controls the globe, think about our fate!”
Given the enmity between Eagle Country and Longxia over the years, the consequences were easy to imagine!
But no one in the room spoke up. How could they possibly stop him? A powerhouse who can casually summon hundreds of thousands of Elven troops? Stop him, my foot!
“We cannot sit idly by. We must still find a way to assassinate him!” Neil insisted through gritted teeth.
“Assassinate? We already failed once. What else do you propose?” the head leader asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Just because the first attempt failed, doesn’t mean we can’t try a second time?” Neil retorted.
The head leader almost laughed out loud. You make it sound so easy. The first assassination wave cost so many lives, but it wasn’t you who died, right?
So, the head leader said, “Alright. Since you have this conviction, I’ll grant you your wish. Neil, you will select the second wave of assassins. And this time, don’t enter Longxia through the southern border. Conduct a detailed investigation to find weak points along the border. You will lead the team and infiltrate Longxia! This time, success is the only option. Failure is not permitted!”
As soon as these words were spoken, Neil was dumbfounded. He was scared too! His opponent was a Necromancer with insane individual combat power, who could casually summon an Elven army—hundreds of thousands of them!
“How am I supposed to kill him? Don’t forget, he can summon the entire Elven race! And the Elven Queen is a level 100 BOSS!” Neil blurted out instinctively.
A level 100 BOSS! The top tier of global class players was barely above level 60 at this stage. Going up against a level 100 BOSS was simply suicide!
Hearing this, the head leader chuckled. “Indeed. So you also know he can summon the Elven Queen. Then let me ask you, your proposal for a second assassination wave just now—were you just joking? Or did you think that if you didn’t participate in the second wave, it wouldn’t be you dying anyway?”
Truly the head leader. With a few words, he instantly turned the spotlight on Neil.
Immediately, everyone present looked at Neil with strange expressions. As the leader of Eagle Country’s number one guild, Storm… he avoided participating in the death match, escaping death. He avoided participating in the first assassination wave, escaping death. And now, for the second wave, he still doesn’t want to participate?
Not wanting to participate is one thing—everyone fears death, that’s understandable. But to advocate for organizing a second assassination while not planning to join? That’s just being an armchair strategist without feeling the pain. As if those dying aren’t you, right?
Backed into a corner, Neil’s face was ashen. He blurted out an explanation: “I never said I wouldn’t participate!”
The head leader nodded. “Excellent. As the leader of Storm, you should have that kind of courage! I believe everyone will support you.”
Neil opened his mouth, then closed it. A wave of bitterness washed over him. He knew there was no way out!
So he could only grit his teeth and say, “Alright! For the second wave, I will select the personnel. I will lead the team! Although he can summon the Elven Queen, it takes time! A focused assassination—he must die before he can summon her!”
Hearing this, the head leader was very satisfied. He nodded and said, “Good. Then I’ll give you this opportunity. Prepare quickly. I don’t want to hear news of failure again. Neil, you must spare no effort to kill him. We absolutely cannot allow him to participate in the Nation Wars!”
“Yes!” Neil stood up, projecting an air of confidence and determination. But his heart was trembling violently!
“Meeting adjourned!” The head leader didn’t wish to say more and got up to leave directly.
Watching the people in the conference room scatter, Neil felt his heart turn cold. He should have kept his mouth shut. Now, he was forced into a corner with no retreat!
But being the top player in Eagle Country, he wasn’t a complete coward. He slowly exhaled, and the resolve in his eyes solidified.
This time, he must kill the Necromancer!
Meanwhile, in the Elven Forest.
Lu Ran, invited by the Elven Queen, was enjoying a feast of Elven delicacies—a rare treat for any human class player.
After the meal and tea, he finally had the chance to open his skill and special attribute panels to check his new skill and attribute.
And with that look…
Lu Ran knew that his era had truly arrived!
