370: The Wrath of the Dragons

"What about the treasure? Where's the treasure you mentioned?"

Bradley rushed over, hoping to grab the treasure Orson had promised, but all that appeared was a legendary longsword and some gold coins.

"Offline so fast. No wonder he's the SSR team's captain."

Orson shook his head, laughing bitterly. Sword God Alexander was too sharp and clear-headed, a strategist to the core.

Instead of trying to break through the Flame Dragon's defenses, which would cause everything to catch fire and force Wedge into combat mode, Alexander had chosen to take the damage from the Flame Dragon himself, giving Wedge the opportunity to escape.

Bradley cursed, "Damn it, she actually got away! I'm staying here, waiting for her to log back in."

Orson shook his head and smiled. "You're dreaming. She has ten seconds of invincibility when she logs in. That's enough time for her to escape to a teleport point."