Online Game: Crazy Skeleton-Chapter 1639 - 1446: Struggle for the Vein (Two in One)_2

Chapter 1639: Chapter 1446: Struggle for the Vein (Two in One)_2

The player speaking was the short, shield-bearing warrior standing by Hu Le. In order to stir up some conflict, he’d clearly thrown caution to the wind. But the timing of his statement was perfect—it boosted the morale of the scattered rogues, who promptly followed suit, shouting in agreement. No matter how insignificant one might seem, everyone had dignity. No one is born to be someone else’s servant!

"Are you really choosing to go against me?"

Drizzle took no note of their protests and complaints, her composure unshaken. She immediately issued her command: "Go, eject them all. If anyone dares cause trouble, kill them without mercy!"

"Yes!"

The tens of thousands of troops roared in unison, their deafening voices echoing far and wide. They marched forward in perfect synchrony, their steps like ripples rolling forward—something beyond words to describe. It resembled a military parade, leaving an overwhelming visual impact.

Unfortunately, those scattered players who opposed them had no time or mind to appreciate the display. Panicking, they retreated hastily, and some clumsily fell to the ground, adding to the chaos.

"Oh no, they’re serious about going all out!"

"What’s Drizzle’s deal? Not even letting people speak—what a witch!"

"You dare badmouth her? Careful, you might not be able to survive in the game anymore!"

The players were all bark and no bite. When faced with a genuine confrontation, their true cowardly selves surfaced, scrambling to flee faster than anyone else.

"Don’t panic! Stand right here and wait for her to come at us! I refuse to believe that woman can kill all of us!"

The short shield warrior noticed the unfavorable situation and quickly rallied the crowd, hoping they’d heed his words, unite, and stand firm together. Even if defeated, they could at least lose with dignity.

After all, it’s just a game world—there ought to be principles. Massacring innocents would surely spark public condemnation!

"Idiot."

Not one player paid attention to the shield warrior, fleeing even faster instead.

"..."

The shield warrior’s face was plastered with embarrassment. Helpless, he cast a fleeting glance at the cave entrance on the mountainside, then joined the escapees himself. Secretly, he kept murmuring in his heart, "Hu Le Brother, I’ve done all I can help you with. The rest is up to you now..."

At that moment, a massive army of tens of thousands blocked the path of the rogue players. Leading the formation were four individuals, the foremost player riding an Iron Bone Rhinoceros, charging straight toward the already disoriented masses.

"Iron Bone Rhinoceros—that’s Guild Master Withered Fish’s pet!"

"Holy crap, it’s Tiger Supreme Guild! Haha, when two armies clash, one must fall. This is going to be good!"

"Look closely—following Guild Master Withered Fish, aren’t those the Tiger Brothers? They’re all top-tier elites, each ranking in the top ten of the player leaderboard!"

"The player cloaked in fiery red looks so familiar—even his hair is red. That’s insanely cool!" fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

"You mean you don’t recognize him? That’s the Fire Mage God, ranked within the top twenty on the leaderboard. His strength is nothing to scoff at; few can match his prowess in fire magic. While slightly inferior to the brothers, he’s definitely not someone to underestimate!"

"Tiger Supreme Guild does deserve its reputation as a top ten guild—just look at the elite players they casually bring along. Their lineup is absolutely magnificent!"

"Let’s go back! I want to see if Drizzle still dares to act arrogant in front of them!"

All the players cleared the way for Tiger Supreme Guild’s forces, trailing behind closely, hoping Guild Master Withered Fish would avenge them and suppress Drizzle’s inflated arrogance.

Withered Fish sat atop the Iron Bone Rhinoceros, immensely pleased with the reverent looks from the rogue players. In this moment, he felt like the epitome of grandeur and authority.

"Guild Master, it seems the rumors are true—the wealth contained in this mine is unimaginable! We absolutely cannot let Drizzle claim it for herself!"

The Fire Mage God sidled up, gazing at Drizzle and her army poised in defense ahead. Just the sight confirmed that they had made the right move coming here.

"Claim it all for herself? Hah, she’s got quite an appetite."

Withered Fish let out a cold laugh, his eyes gleaming with a thirst for battle. "But she should first try asking the brothers behind me if they agree!"

"Guild Master, in my opinion, this mine could totally serve as our guild’s base of operations. That Demon Tower has long been nothing but scraps. Holding onto it does us no good. What do you think?"

The Fire Mage God offered his suggestion, his ambitions obvious—not merely to seize the mine’s resources but to conquer the Demonic Treasure Mountain entirely. Truly audacious.

"Not wise. Not wise," Withered Fish shook his head. "That move would make her our unyielding enemy. If she goes berserk, I’m no match for her. However, a little squabble over the mine’s ore seems fair game—after all, ’finders, keepers!’ Ha ha ha!"

Withered Fish laughed heartily, evidently unfazed by the Fire Mage God’s grand ideas.

The Fire Mage God couldn’t discern the intentions behind Withered Fish’s laughter, so kept silent and followed the army as it stopped five meters away from the opposing faction’s line.

"Guild Master Drizzle, long time, no see!"

Withered Fish greeted with a smile. "The wind is strong up there—mind coming down for a chat?"

"Guild Master Withered Fish, your timing couldn’t be worse."

Drizzle had no intention of descending, gazing coldly downward at Withered Fish. "You’re not welcome here, so leave immediately!"

"Wrong, wrong—you’re mistaken."

Withered Fish shook his head, feigning seriousness. "The fact that I’ve come proves that this mine is destined for me. And besides, this mine is a system-provided benefit for all players—it’s not yours to hog. Don’t tell me you plan to take it all for yourself?"

"Withered Fish, you dare to say that when you’ve monopolized the Demon Tower for over a year? Care to explain that?"

Drizzle retorted sharply, her words cutting through.

"Guild Master, there’s no point wasting time talking to that woman. Let’s kill our way through—it’s much simpler to talk with fists!"

Red-faced Tiger couldn’t hold back anymore. He strode forward boldly, a murderous intent spilling out from his body.

"What’s the rush? Stand down for now!"

Withered Fish shot a glare at Red-faced Tiger. This brute cared for nothing but smashing and killing, impossible to reason with.

"Guild Master Drizzle, harmony brings wealth. Let me claim a third of this mine, and Tiger Supreme Guild will ally with you!"

Despite Drizzle’s bitter attitude, Withered Fish didn’t appear furious. Instead, he laid out his offer and extended an olive branch. Should she refuse, however, there’d be no choice but to act.

"Forget it, Withered Fish, abandon that delusion. This mine has nothing to do with you!"

Drizzle locked her gaze on Withered Fish atop the Iron Bone Rhinoceros. "Cut the pretense. If it’s war you want, then war it is. Spare me the nonsense!"

"Very well! Since Guild Master Drizzle insists, I have no choice but to comply. Brothers! Claim the mine—everyone gets a share!"

Withered Fish raised his arm high, rallying the army with a wave of fervor. Even the rogue players were fired up, itching to pledge themselves to Tiger Supreme Guild and lend their strength to the cause.

"Charge!"

The clash was inevitable; neither side retreated, their titanic battle ready to erupt at any moment.

Just then, a piercing eagle cry shot through the air as a black hawk descended rapidly from the skies. Upon its back stood a player clad in a white mage’s robe, hands clasped behind him—a stark contrast of black and white, strikingly noticeable.

"Let’s see who dares challenge Guild Master Drizzle!"

The black hawk stormed down. The white-robed player leaped to the ground easily, revealing surprise as he spotted Withered Fish’s face. "Ah, Guild Master Withered Fish—no wonder you’re this bold!"

"My dad actually let you show up here? Rare indeed!"

Drizzle reacted with evident astonishment upon seeing the white-robed player. It was clear this figure held considerable status.

"Let’s talk about this later. Leave the rest to me—I’ll handle him myself!"

The white-robed player grinned faintly at Drizzle, exuding confidence that made it seem as though the tens of thousands of Tiger Supreme troops didn’t faze him.

"Who are you?"

Withered Fish immediately sensed the unusual gravity surrounding this player. The force of the black hawk’s descent had been immense, yet the white-robed player’s landing was seamless. Not even the faintest shock rippled through him. Withered Fish knew he couldn’t match such a feat.

Still, this was a war—what could one man do against thousands?

"Don’t bother knowing who I am. Just leave now—or I’ll destroy you all!"

The white-robed player didn’t bother with pleasantries. His tone was blunt, carrying the assumption of dominance—as though he was the rightful owner of this place.

"Ha ha ha! I thought I was arrogant, but here comes you to top that!"

Withered Fish burst into laughter, treating the white-robed player’s threat as if it were a joke. "Kid, let me give you some advice: don’t act like a fool unless you want to get struck by lightning!"