Chapter 14: Pricey Secrets
Ironblood Blade slammed his fist into the sand and released his corpse—again.
He had already corpse-ran over a dozen times. And it wasn’t just him—the entire elite squad of Ironblood Covenant had been wiped, repeatedly. Over and over, the raid group had been decimated. Around them, the atmosphere was suffocating. Other players nearby had gone dead silent. That massive, black boar pacing in the distance had scared the life out of everyone.
Some of the smaller guilds, realizing the futility, began pulling their members out. Most of them were still hovering at level 1, with only a few scraping into level 2. There was no point wasting their early-game time grinding against what seemed like an unbeatable boss.
"Are you sure?" a priest beside Ironblood Blade asked, glancing sideways at a rogue who could only shake his head. "There’s really no other way to get the Dungeon Scroll besides this Guardian?"
Their elite group hadn’t shown any signs of giving up—but after being wiped out so many times, frustration was starting to bubble under the surface.
"Positive," muttered Ironblood Shadow. "All the quests available at level 1 and 2 have been taken. None of them point toward a scroll. That damn thing must only drop from the Guardian."
They weren’t the only ones searching either. Several friendly guilds had shared intel, confirming the same thing. Nothing led anywhere—except that boss.
"Boss, that Featherlight guy posted something—says he’s got a guide for killing the Guardian."
One of the bored elite members, idly browsing the forum while dead again, suddenly sat up. A new post had just been pinned by a moderator. He didn’t even open the thread. The title alone had him shouting.
"Quick, check it out! What does it say?" someone else yelled.
Ironblood Blade stomped once, fired up, then muttered, "Screw it, I’ll check it myself."