Chapter 459

I drew my longsword, a bright splash of blood welling up along the blade as the archer who had just been flirting with the female player stared at me in disbelief, all flippancy instantly wiped from his face. I thrust out my foot, kicking hard against the leather armor on his chest. He lost his balance in an instant, plunging off the city wall with a swish, and dissolved into a beam of white light mid-air to return to the city. All the players on the city wall were dealt with, but there were still quite a few Indian players left inside the city. Some were shouting at the top of their lungs in a language we couldn't understand at all. The Thief players from Silvermoon City began sweeping through the city to purge these remnants of the Capital of Oracle. Since it wasn't a pitched battle, the agility and sharp attacks of the Thieves were displayed to the fullest. Puffs of crimson light burst forth, and the dying screams of the Indian players immediately merged into a continuous chorus.