MMORPG : Rebirth Of The Strongest Guild Master

Chapter 513 – A Gamble

Medivh put his head down and prepared to carry out his duties as he had been instructed like the good soldier that he was.

Naturally he had his reservations about this , but he had expressed them and was rejected on his concerns by the guild leader. Hence , now was not the time to disobey or deviate from the part that he needed to play , now was the time to perform his task perfectly and hope everything worked out as Rudra intended.

SMG too was struggling internally , as he eventhough he had his fair share of crazy moments here at the elites , the task at hand was surely to top it all off , as the guildmaster had decided to go against a god this time around.

But both Medivh and SMG ’s reservations came at the fact that should anything go wrong , it was Rudra ’s gaming career that would be over , not theirs . The consequences of failure were going to be on Rudra ’s head , hence should anyone of them not deliver what was expected of them , it would be Rudra who would suffer.

This put enormous pressure on the duo as they understood that Rudra was in a very vulnerable position currently to have his powers sealed to that of a level 10 warrior.

By all means , Rudra was currently weaker than even the weakest elite recruit undergoing internship at the guild , as the man who single handedly carried the guild on his back , was now their weakest link.

It was due to these extraordinary circumstances that when the blood merchants rolled inside the gates of the platinum guild headquarters of the elites inside Purplehaze city , SMG found his usually calm heart to be beating wildly as his breathing became ragged as nervousness gripped his body .

Three blood merchants entered the guild , as their unique appearances and unmistakable evil aura drew the entire guilds attention to them.

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The one walking in the centre had covered his body in bone Ash , as he carried a skeleton head dripping blood in one hand , and a bloody axe in another . He was a tier 3 barbarian , who had not bathed in ages as he smelled extremely pungent , choking the nasal passage of anyone he passed by.

To his left was a lean looking man with a look of madness on his face , as he had his tongue out and his very gaze that landed on any Elite member was provocative and one that looked down on others in utter contempt.

He was the kind of guy whose very face gave the opponent the urge to use it as a punching bag , and just pummel it into a bloody mushed potato.