MMORPG: The Elementalist

“Qin Ruo, no!”

“What the hell are you doing…”

Majestic Hero and Black God were shocked, their faces turning pale almost immediately and twisted in horror when they saw Qin Ruo’s and Windy Groan’s Angelic Wings. It was then that the other members from the Hall of Heroes and Black Prison noticed that these two Fallen Angels, clad in Dark Gold equipment, were also Winged Champions.

They were so astonished and distracted by the recklessness of the two Fallen Angels pulling them down to the ground that they totally missed the name ‘Majestic’ Hero being barked out earlier.

Qin Ruo!

Only the two Bowmasters earlier did not respond in panic. They were completely stunned with their jaws falling to the ground as they stared at the two flying, shining Winged Champions in the sky.

Naturally, as soon as the Angelic Wings appeared, all the Undead within hundreds of meters in the radius set their eyes on Camp Robert. The Demigod NPCs in the camp also reacted immediately.

Woosh!

The blue flames on the torches surrounding Camp Robert were put out one by one, deactivating the barrier that was protecting the camp. In an instant, the once hidden camp was now visible to everyone—from its crude walls to the tents. And of course, the Demon Faction players inside the camp who were oblivious to what was happening outside were visible to outsiders too.

As the vanishing blue flames were put out, the containers and potions inside the camp were all wiped clean; even the Warp Portal was also destroyed! Then, Robert and his fellow Demigod NPCs spread out their Angelic Wings and swooshed out of the camp.

Windy Groan flapping his wings, the uproar outside the camp, and the vanishing of the entire camp all happened in just five seconds. In just five seconds, this huge safe zone in the Underworld had vanished to thin air.

***

The camp’s occupants were of course shocked!

Croc God and his gang had never experienced anything like this; they also did not anticipate that the Fallen Angels would wipe out the entire camp using this self-destructive means, thus exposing everyone to the Undead.

In a poof, their shelter was gone!

As they were trying to recover from this sudden change, three freezing Compressed Frost Bullets whizzed into the camp’s walls…

Voomp! Voomp! Voomp!

Three Compressed Frost Bullets dove deep into the bodies of three players in the camp. They had only just activated their Berserk Combat Aura’s as they were shot. Two of them tried to levitate to the sky with their Demonic Wings before thudding back to the ground lifelessly.

“Fuck!”

“You dirty bastards!”

The men of Berserker’s League were furious at this pre-emptive attack.

Yet, it was too late for there was a catch in the Compressed Frost Bullets, buried deep inside their recently fallen comrades’ bodies…

A sudden explosion!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In an instant, the players in the camp were blasted into billions of tiny frosted flakes, including Croc God himself. It all happened so fast that they did not have time to respond accordingly nor did they have the time to activate their magical defenses. Other than a bandit and an Elementalist who were standing far away from the rest, all fourteen of them were wiped out instantaneously in just one powerful AoE Magic attack.

Of course, the two surviving members did not fare any better… and right after seeing Qin Ruo cracking out his Frost Bullets, Majestic Hero and Black God shrugged and spread out their Angelic Wings to dive down to the enemy’s camp too…

The camp was surrounded by two-meter high crudely built stone walls. Even if the Bandit had activated his Elemental Camouflage, it would still be extremely difficult for him to flee. Naturally, both of them very quickly fell under the hand of the three powerful Winged Champions.

***

After the short session of massacre at Camp Robert, the Winged Champions then deactivated their Angelic Wings.

“You’re nuts!” Black God chastised Qin Ruo.

The others however, had started to calm down after seeing the combo of Frost Bullet’s explosive attack.

The Winter Demon’s here. To them, this was a bigger deal to them when compared to Camp Robert’s vanishing.

“So be it… even though the camp’s gone, at least we still got some loot. There are three legendary and thirteen dark gold equipment over here… now we’ll just need to clear a path between the Underworld and Mythical Continent. That’s what’s more important.” Majestic Hero appeared to be more relaxed as he understood why Qin Ruo took the “reckless” route.

Qin Ruo was now the leader of a league and had turned more proactive in his looting activities. He took the equipment that Bandit dropped and handed them over to Windy Groan. He then kept all the remaining equipment to himself. He felt contented in knowing that he could now help upgrade more of his men back home.

“….”

Black God was speechless as he saw Qin Ruo taking all the loot and there was nothing to complain about either. It was Qin Ruo’s idea to kill those Berserker League’s men and it was also Qin Ruo himself that slaughtered everyone in the camp.

Nonetheless, they had still lost one camp in the process…

“Those enemies that you just trashed? I believe they were all tossed to the other camps by now. I heard that Croc God’s a prideful cunt. He would be all bitter waiting for us at one of the gathering ground.” Black God smirked as he looked toward Qin Ruo.

After hearing this, however, Qin Ruo only shrugged and replied, “That would be all I want to see. So, he’d better be.”

“….”

Majestic Hero shook his head slowly as he patted Black God’s shoulder with a smile. “I believe in Little Qin. He won’t lead us to a rut.”

“Oh, I do believe in the little bugger. But I don’t believe in those bloody Undead.”

Black God sighed and jutted his chin at the approaching flying Undead,

“We only have this many potions and healing items. We could break through these Undead cunts, no problem. The issue is… after we break through, how much healing items would we still have? I was hoping that we could rest our feet a little after kicking the Berserker League’s arses. Yet, you had the urge to wreck the camp along with it, didn’t you? Now I’m not sure if we could even haul our asses back!”

As Black God raved on at Qin Ruo, everyone looked at the direction he was pointing at. True enough, a huge swarm of flying Undead were heading their way from the horizon—like a huge dark, gloomy cloud looming ever closer…

“We’ll use the hills over there for cover,” Qin Ruo proposed, pointing at a valley behind them.

“…”

Majestic Hero and Black God looked at one another.

***

Meanwhile, a few kilometers away from the now vanished Camp Robert, over thirty Demon Faction players were surrounding three Summoners.

They were the frontline force that Croc God had assigned to advance toward the gathering ground. No one, however, expected something this huge would occur back at the camp!

Qin Ruo, Majestic Hero, and Black God.

No one expected these three MVPs of the Angel Faction would suddenly ascend to Camp Robert and slaughter everyone in this way. This huge anomaly had sent the Berserker’s League to a rut in less than a minute!

Now… Even if they did reach the gathering ground, they might not be able to clear a path between the Underworld and Mythical Continent. They had lost their potion supplies, which in turn took away their ability to last it out on the battlefield.

After losing Camp Robert, their operation was now a failure. In order to re-enact their plan, they would now need to relocate and find other gathering grounds and Demigod Camps, somewhere far from the reach of Hall of Heroes and Black Jail. However, Croc God felt utter humiliation losing to the Winter Demon like this.

A ray of light flashed upon the Summoners’ warp portals, and fifteen more Berserker’s League players walked out of the portals. Their faces frowned with anger and murderous intent—they could concede defeat no doubt, but not when they were almost wiped out entirely and when they were caught off guard. Losing both their dignity and equipment, they were eager for revenge.

“Anja, go get the men from Flag of Tumbling Thunder… tell them to prepare some equipment for us too…” Croc God commanded in a grim voice.

“Yes sir!”

After receiving his orders, the Summoner immediately sent out private messages.

“Sean, how far are we from the gathering ground?”

A Berserker, clad in a full set of Legendary gear, walked out from the crowd. He gazed into Croc God’s eyes and pointed to a huge mountain range to the north.

“We’ve arrived, actually. Just 500 meters to the north there.”

Croc God looked at him with a frown.

‘If we had arrived earlier, he wouldn’t be missing a pair of Legendary greaves…’

As he was lost in thought, Sean approached him and whispered, “Clan Leader, they have the Winter Demon, Majestic Hero, and Black God on their side. It’ll be a tough fight.”

“I know.”

Croc God saw Qin Ruo slaughtering fourteen men in just one move with his own eyes. He knew these three Tier 5 Veteran Champions were no pushovers.

Yet, he could not acknowledge this defeat… He was the Vice Leader of Berserker’s League and the Clan Leader of Black Alligator Clan. If everyone caught wind of him dying from an AoE Magic Attack, it would be difficult for him to uphold his men’s morale in the league… and it would be difficult for him to survive in the Demon Faction…

He must strike back—even if he had to face the Winter Demon and Majestic Hero.

He must have his revenge!

***

A few minutes later, Anja the Summoner had successfully recruited nine Tier 5 Electromancers to the frontline, increasing the size of their troops to over fifty men. Croc God’s sixteen men had also gotten their equipment replaced too.

Even though they were two veteran Champions short, their numbers were twice the size of their enemies. Having done with the preparation, Croc God looked at his brethren and glared furiously at the southern horizon.

“Winter Demon… I’m waiting!”