MMORPG: I was BUGGED-Chapter 324: You Pick the Wrong Group!

"Give us back our loots, you hooligans!"

"That . . . that idiot! What is he doing?!" Victor exclaimed, startled by Sylvan’s unexpected move.

Everyone in Xin’s party, including Ignis, Luna, and the others, stood stupefied.

However, Seraphim seemed unperturbed as Sylvan confronted the other group. She was amused at the turn of events.

"Hoi, you disgusting excuses for human beings, don’t think I am scared of you. While I’m still asking nicely, give us back those loots, or there will be hells to pay," Sylvan threatened.

Ignis and the others stared in surprised disbelief at Sylvan’s audacity. The unexpected turn of events left them wondering about the repercussions of Sylvan’s bold challenge.

The atmosphere crackled with animosity as the exchange of heated words intensified between Sylvan and the opposing group.

"What did you say, you little brat?!"

"You’re asking for a beating!"

"Come here and say that one more time!"

The verbal sparring reached a boiling point, and it became evident that avoiding a physical altercation was no longer an option.

Xin sighed, acknowledging the inevitable conflict.

Victor was exasperated, and casted a glance towards the horizon. "For the love of . . ."

"Protect Sylvan!" Ignis’s command cut through the mounting tension, and he took the lead in initiating the attack.

Sylvan was their leader, and the potential repercussions of any harm befalling him were significant, not to mention the impact on their promised rewards.

Luna’s eyes gleamed with glee, and eagerly prepared her spells. "Now you’re talking!"

Drakoon shared the sentiment, and was ready to engage alongside Ignis and the others.

The intrusion of the rival group had disrupted their hunt for the Golden Tail Kitsune, and the blatant kill stealing and loot snatching was an affront they were unwilling to let slide.

They had exercised restraint due to the mission’s professional nature, but with Sylvan now leading the charge, any pretense of holding back vanished.

The suppressed frustration of being denied their rightful prey and loot found an outlet.

"It’s a fight to the death!" Drakoon roared, unleashing his battle cry as he propelled himself into the heart of the chaos.

The clash of weapons and the eruption of magical spells marked the beginning of a fierce confrontation.

Sylvan, despite being outnumbered, stood his ground with unwavering confidence. He engaged the opposing group with a mixture of agility and precision, showcasing the skills befitting his class as a ranger.

Meanwhile, Xin assessed the situation, gauging the strengths and weaknesses of both sides.

The decision to engage in combat weighed on him, considering the potential consequences for their mission.

As the skirmish unfolded, Xin couldn’t deny the looming inevitability of this conflict. Strategic participation was becoming crucial, as failing to engage now might result in their defeat against the opposing group.

With Victor already grappling with two enemies simultaneously and the absence of a dedicated healer on their side, they found themselves at a numerical and strategic disadvantage.

The opposing team, on the other hand, had a healer, further complicating matters for Xin and the others.

The odds were stacking against them, and Xin recognized the need to do something.

However, he didn’t want to waste precious resources on what seemed like a troublesome encounter with this particular group.

"Hilda . . . ," Xin called softly.

Grinning inside her helmet, Hilda responded with great enthusiasm, "Leave it to me!"

Setting her sights on the mages and healers positioned at the back, Hilda, at first glance, might seem slow due to her heavy armor.

However, once she began to move, her speed proved deceptive, and no one could predict where she would head next.

In a blur, she deftly targeted the healers and mages one by one.

The opposing team found themselves bewildered, unable to comprehend what had hit them, as Hilda executed her attacks with one blow, leaving them unable to comprehend what had happened.

Seraphim opted a stealthy approach, and positioned herself strategically to exploit any openings in the opponent’s defenses.

Her movements were reminiscent of Midnight Duchess, showcasing the prowess of an assassin. Xin couldn’t help but wonder about the similarities between the two, considering their shared class.

Victor weaved through the chaos, focusing on isolating and confronting individual foes.

Luna cast debilitating spells to hinder the opposing group’s movements and coordination.

The battle unfolded like a symphony of clashes, with each member contributing to the chaos.

The opposing group exuded an air of unwavering confidence, firmly convinced that victory was within their grasp due to their advantage in numbers. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Their ranks, teeming with members, created an illusion of superiority that fueled their assurance.

As the skirmish continued, the opposing players relied on their sheer numerical advantage. When their HP dipped to perilous levels, there was always a sense of reassurance knowing that their healers stood ready to mend their wounds.

The mages, too, cast their spells from the backlines, providing a constant stream of magical support.

"Hoi! Healers, what’s taking those HP so long!" one of the opposing members shouted, demanding immediate assistance.

To their surprise, there was no swift response from the usually attentive healers.

An uneasy murmur spread through their ranks as the realization dawned that something was amiss.

The leader, growing wary, briefly glanced over their shoulder, expecting to find their healers and mages maintaining a vigilant watch.

However, to their shock, the backlines were eerily vacant.

"What on earth happened!" the leader exclaimed, panic setting in among the examining members of the opposing team.

It was a sudden realization — they had been isolated all along.

What happened to their backlines?!

The once-confident group now found themselves facing a crisis as they realized their support, the backbone of their formation, was nowhere to be found.

The atmosphere shifted from one of assuredness to chaos as the opposing team grappled with the consequences of their misplaced confidence.

The realization that their healers and mages had mysteriously disappeared left them vulnerable and exposed, and the once-prominent advantage they held in numbers began to crumble.

Sylvan’s group seized the opportunity presented by the opposing team’s internal turmoil, and prepared to turn the tide of the battle.

As the confrontation reached its zenith, Sylvan’s voice cut through the tumult. "Hold your ground! We’re not here to back down from a bunch of opportunistic pests. They picked the wrong group to mess with!"

The rallying cry bolstered Xin’s party, and their determination surged. The fight to reclaim their loot and assert dominance in the Lost Forest had began.