259: The Eight Sages Are Indeed Not Ordinary People!

"You have killed an Orc Shaman. Experience +4000!" "You have killed an Orc Lion-faced Warrior. Experience +3000!" "..."

The Orcs in the city were like ants on a hot pan—frozen one moment, then immediately set ablaze by intense flames. Their pitiful cries echoed through the air.

On the player side, there was an eerie silence. Everyone just stared at the massacre unfolding in the city, too stunned to speak.

In less than a minute, two of the Eight Sages from the guilds were instantly killed. They barely had a chance to resist.

"Damn it! We're here holding the line, and they just sold us out?" "...This isn't holding the line; this is pure torture!"

Almost as soon as they had left the Bloodaxe City, they logged off immediately to avoid further pursuit.

Orson gazed toward the direction where Skyslasher and the others had fled, nodding seriously. "Old foes are always tough. They're experienced, hard to deal with."