Reborn: Rise of the Greatest Summoner

319 A huge windfall

2 weeks after the battle of the Hellfire Mountains.

Inside a huge building, a group of players enthusiastically worked on different logistical details like they were preparing for a war. Some carried weapons into the mansion, others carried things like potions around.

All these were loots from different battles that had been fought.

At the top of this building was a signpost with words written in bold.

>BLUE BROOK GUILD<

This huge building had 3 main structures, the warehouse, the watchtower, and the strategy chambers. Like it's name suggested, the warehouse was where all the war supplies and loot of the Blue Brook Guild were stored.

The watchtower was where elite players of the Blue Brook Guild stood watch for enemy guild players. At this level of the game, guild wars already started.

As Version 1 slowly came to an end with the defeat of the Clown Society like predicted, all the game guilds seemed to enter an era of frenzied development.

Most of the players could not take part in the battle of the Hellfire Mountains, this was because the characters involved in the battle were too high-leveled for them to fight against but they could do much more.

Fortunately, the clash between the Clown Society and the main organizations did not just stop at the decisive battle of the Hellfire Mountains.

After the conclusion of that battle, the ripple effects spread far and wide.

The psychopaths of the Clown Society were driven into a frenzy.

"The Almighty Clown cannot be dead!"

"He is Immortal!"

"He is the envoy of the God of Chaos!"

"He only died temporarily so he could go to hell and obtain the key to hell and subdue the demons and Asuras of hell!"

"He would come back leading an army of Demons and Asuras to cause even more damage!"

"Fear not Psychopaths but this time shall only be temporary!"

"Weeping may endure for a night, but joy shall surely come in the morning, this should be our song!"

"Stay firm because we'll rise again when our Almighty rises!"

"Prove yourself worthy to be among the army of the Almighty Clown when he rises!"

With foolishly crazy slogans like this, the psychopaths hauled themselves at anyone who tried to stop them with a crazy enthusiasm and lack of fear for death.

They truly believed in the crazy sh*t that they spouted for bravado and courage; their thought process was borderline crazy!

After the battle of the Hellfire Mountains, all the Grade C Superhumans temporarily entered a period of seclusion to recover from all their exertions.

During that battle, they were all pushed past their limits and now they had to recover. With the Grade C Superhumans recovering, the rank and file warriors of Planet Darvis including the players finally had their opportunity to cause havoc.

They finally had their opportunity to become the main players for once.

All the main player guilds recognized the opportunity, this was the time to build and they did not hesitate to invest into it.

They spent all their Darvis Credit accumulations to purchase land and build permanent sites for their guilds which served as their base of operations.

From there, they engaged in this war with gusto.

The desperate psychopaths of the Clown Society were the perfect candidates to farm experience from. Killing them not only gave experience, it also gave money since most of them already had bounties on their heads.

Not only that, they could loot the weapons and treasures of the psychopaths. Apart from all that, probably the best benefit of farming the psychopaths for experience points was the increased favorability with the main organizations.

By now, the theory of a certain player was already proven right, literally every player now believed that Legolas was the main character of Version 1.

And since they were still in Version 1, thousands of players roamed towards him and entered his faction since his faction limit increased after his achievements.

All the guilds were now competing in a period of open war.

All these were in preparations for the first edition of the Planet Darvis player tournament that was scheduled to start in less than a month.

Inside the Blue Brook Guild base, at this moment, Blue River was inside the strategy chambers with his assistants.

"Keep the loot coming in!"

"Send more members to go help our warriors in the Timberland Shelter!"

"…!"

He barked orders at the speed of a machine gun, Blue River was unlike the same Blue River who was poaching players a few months ago.

"Boss, players from the nearby Darkstar Guild are preparing to attack our base!"

"Mann our defenses, prepare to give those f*ckers hell!"

"Boss, we are short on supplies in the Northern Front!"

"Boss, the players…!"

"Boss, we are…!"

Amid all the reports, Blue River soon received another report of high priority.

"Boss, we just received an emergency message from our pro team. Sword God Raining Sword's raid party was ambushed by the Berserker God's raid party!"

"F*ck!" Blue River cursed. "Those bastards!"

"Horny Assassin!" He yelled.

"Hehe…, Manchester f*cking United!" Horny Assassin laughed heartily.

"Yes boss, I'm coming". He finally responded.

"Use the mini-teleporters, lead a team and go reinforce the pro team".

"Yes boss!" Horny Assassin was enthusiastic.

Bzzz!

In no time, he was gone.

…

"You shameless bastard!" Raining Sword gritted his teeth as he fended the attacks from his enthusiastic opponent.

"Hahaha…!" Desert Gust laughed carefreely. "We're similar in that!"

"Nonsense! I'm not as shameless as you!"

"Say anything to soothe your ego!"

Despite being extremely incensed at the shameless acts of his opponent, Raining Sword remained calm enough to analyze his situation.

After discovering a hidden base of the remnants of the Clown Society, he and his team went in without hesitation to lay waste to the psychopaths.

They almost won already when the shameless Fish Trout team jumped into the fray with Desert Gust shamelessly leading the charge enthusiastically. They didn't just come with their pro team; they brought other players along.

At this moment, Raining Sword was fending off Desert Gust even as the other players from the Fish Trout team dashed in to take part in the loots.

They were outnumbered, he took deep breaths to calm his rage.

He stayed patient until reinforcement finally came, even as Horny Assassin shouted his slogan enthusiastically, he finally made his move.

The next moment, he called. "Ghost Sentry, come let's show this bastard what it means to face the Blue Autumn Team!"

Without a word, Ghost Sentry left the others and charged towards his Captain's side. Both of them instantly became in sync as soon as he arrived.

"Combination Attack: Continuous Attacks; Ghost and Rain!"

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Desert Gust was taken aback by the power behind these strikes. "F*ck! Cheat! Cheat! Cheat!"

"You're cheating!"

Raining Sword and Ghost Sentry did not pay him any attention as they focused on killing this troublesome player.

"So shameless! I dare you to fight me on a one vs one!"

Raining Sword already developed his mental defenses against his rival's taunts, but the next moment, Desert Gust pulled a different move.

He dashed back in retreat and suddenly called out.

"My boy Saber Tongue, make your debut let's show these motherf*ckers the true dao of trash talking!"

Feeling Desert Gust's confidence, Raining Sword briefly shuddered.

He had seen the new player before, but he thought he was simply a random member of the Fish Smokers Guild that followed their pro players to take part in their raid party, he didn't expect this player to be a pro player also.

"Not only you recruited prodigies, hehe…!" Desert Gust laughed.

The next moment, Saber Tongue dashed into the battlefield.

Bam!

Saber Tongue wielded his single Saber and unleashed a wide slash!

"Senior, I've heard so much about you!"

Bam!

"You're my mentor's rival, so cool!"

Bam!

"What's your astrological sign?!"

"…"

Bam!

"Won't you answer me or can't you answer? Hmm, are you deaf?!"