U.S.A.
Congress.
In the familiar conference room, a meeting was convened once again.
This time, an unprecedented number of leaders attended!
Representatives from major guilds were also present.
Since the death of the presidents of the five major guilds last time, the U.S.A lost five generals and a portion of Black Dragon equipment, as well as dozens of high combat professionals, which was a heavy blow!
Now, after much difficulty, a new batch of Black Dragon equipment has been accumulated.
They plan to use this batch of Black Dragon equipment to make a grand comeback during the national war.
However,
A Sacred Artifact appeared!
"Ancient Epic, this is an unprecedented equipment grade. What do you all think?" The main leader of Congress asked in a low voice.
"The Sacred Artifact of the Elf Race is naturally of the highest grade. Unexpectedly, a human professional managed to acquire such a thing. What exactly did he do? How did he get it?" someone asked.
Of course,
No one could answer that question.
Neil, as the president of the First Guild,
looked extremely grim at the moment!
Through gritted teeth, he said, "Not to mention the flying ability, as an Undead Mage of a ranged profession, flying to attack leaves close combat professionals waiting to die on the ground! Of course, that’s his personal ability. What we need to pay attention to is the Great Gathering skill bestowed upon him by the Elf Wings!"
Everyone, of course, noticed this Great Gathering skill.
But no one dared to bring it up first.
Since Neil mentioned it, the scene instantly fell into an awkward silence.
The atmosphere was terrifyingly oppressive.
"So far, it seems that there’s no cooldown for that skill," a leader said.
"Cooldown doesn’t matter. Even if there’s a year-long cooldown, he still has the ability to summon an entire Elf Race army once. Don’t forget, the national war is about to begin!" Neil reminded.
The leaders’ expressions suddenly turned as grim as if they’d eaten something foul.
In the national war, the number of participants from each country is fixed.
Originally, an individually powerful Undead Mage was already a headache.
But according to their initial understanding, during the national war, as long as they planned the assassination, ambush, and focused attack well, it wasn’t necessarily impossible to kill that Undead Mage.
But now, that Undead Mage, with just a thought, can summon the entire Elf Race to join the battle!
This is simply a bug!
"No, we can’t let him disrupt the national war balance!" Neil said in a deep voice.
"So what? Do you have any good ideas? All the people we sent to infiltrate Longxia were killed without sending back any intelligence. It’s estimated that they didn’t even see the Undead Mage before being suppressed by the National Defense Army! Didn’t you say there was almost no defense in the Southern Border?" a leader asked, holding Neil accountable.
Neil frowned tightly.
And said, "Nobody wanted this to happen! Besides, quite a few members from my Storm Guild were among the ones who died!"
"Stop arguing!" The main leader scolded: "Now is not the time to assign blame. I want to know, do you have any good methods to prevent that Undead Mage from participating in the national war? If he participates, there’s no doubt that Longxia will take first place! Once Longxia dominates the globe, think about our outcome!"
Considering the years of grievances between the U.S.A and Longxia,
the consequences could well be imagined!
But no one on the scene spoke up.
How can this be prevented?
A person who can casually summon hundreds of thousands of Elf Race troops, preventing such a thing is laughable!
"We can’t just sit and wait for death; we still need to find a way to assassinate him!" Neil said through gritted teeth.
"Assassinate? We’ve already failed once, what else do you intend to do?" the main leader raised an eyebrow and asked.
"The first failure, can’t we attempt a second time?" Neil countered.
The main leader almost laughed aloud.
It’s easy for you to say when so many people died in the first wave of assassination, and it’s not like you died, right?
Thus,
the main leader said, "Alright, since you have the intention, I’ll let you have your way. Neil, you will select the second batch of assassins, and this time, don’t enter Longxia from the Southern Border. Conduct a detailed investigation of weak border points, and lead the team yourself to infiltrate Longxia! This time, only success is allowed, no failure!"
Upon hearing this,
Neil was dumbfounded.
He was also afraid!
His opponent is an Undead Mage with overwhelming personal combat power, who can casually summon an Elf army—hundreds of thousands of them!
"How do I kill him? Don’t forget, he can summon the entire Elf Race! And the Elf Queen is a level 100 Boss!" Neil blurted out.
A level 100 Boss!
Currently, the global first-tier of professionals is just over level 60.
Facing a level 100 Boss is practically a death wish!
The main leader heard this,
and chuckled, "Indeed, you know he can summon the Elf Queen, so may I ask, was your suggestion of a second assassination attempt a joke? Or do you feel that in a second assassination attempt, if you’re not involved, it doesn’t matter if others die?"
As expected of the main leader.
In just a few words, the focus shifted to Neil.
For a moment, everyone’s gazes turned strange as they looked at Neil.
As the leader of the U.S.A’s top guild, Storm,
he did not participate in the Deathmatch Arena and thus avoided death.
He didn’t participate in the first wave of assassinations, again avoiding death.
Now, he doesn’t want to participate in the second wave?
Not wanting to participate is understandable, as everyone fears death.
But still advocating for organizing a second assassination attempt, isn’t it easy for him to talk when it’s not his life on the line?
Neil was forced into a corner, looking grim.
He instinctively explained, "I didn’t say I won’t participate!"
The main leader nodded, "Good, as the president of Storm, you should have this courage! I believe everyone will support you."
Neil opened his mouth.
Feeling a pang of bitterness, he knew he couldn’t avoid it!
So he could only grit his teeth and say, "Alright, for the second wave, I’ll select the people and lead the team! Although he can summon the Elf Queen, it requires time! We need to focus and assassinate him before he summons!"
Hearing this, the main leader was very satisfied.
Nodded and said, "Good, then I’ll give you this opportunity, prepare quickly. I don’t want to hear of any more failures, Neil. At any cost, kill him and prevent him from participating in the national war!"
"Okay!" Neil stood up, brimming with spirit.
But his heart was trembling!
"Meeting adjourned!" The main leader, unwilling to say more, got up and left directly.
Neil watched as people left the conference room one by one, feeling extremely disheartened, wishing he hadn’t pushed it further.
Now it’s settled, forcing him onto the spearhead!
But being the number one in the U.S.A is not being overly cowardly either.
He slowly exhaled, his gaze gradually solidifying with determination.
This time, he must kill the Undead Mage!
Meanwhile, in the Elf Forest.
Lu Ran was invited by the Elf Queen and enjoyed a meal of Elf Race delicacies that human professionals rarely have the chance to taste.
After tea and food,
he finally had the opportunity to open the skill panel and entry panel.
To review his new skills and entries.
And upon this review,
Lu Ran knew that his era had truly arrived!