224: Grip of the Underworld

The battle at Celestial Fortress was in full swing.

"Brothers, let's do this! That guy's gear and mount must be worth a fortune!"

"Exactly! Vice Guild Leader, it's your turn!"

"Right! Let's all charge and make sure we steal his underwear while we're at it!"

The guild chat took a sudden turn. Just moments ago, everyone was still in awe of the Silver Dragon Knight's strength. But in the blink of an eye, the knights were already scheming on how to sign a blood contract and claim all of Drunken Dream's legendary gear.

"Damn it, teammates! These idiots are supposed to be on our side!" Madman cursed as he watched the pathetic display. "I knew it, Godslayer has no normal players at all!"

"Player Drunken Dream has requested to join the battle group!" Madman grinned and accepted the request to merge battle groups.