MMORPG: Rebirth of the Mortal Online

Chapter 240: Four Cities



Dawnwatch.

With the night covering the streets, birds with their small wings flew into the city, and brought with them news about the ongoings of the Imperium City.

Every day, the guilds had been waiting for one particular set of news, and today, they received them.

It was a moment of silence, as the guild leaders read the newspaper of the war happening in their capital city.

All of them had already chosen their factions.

There was no going back.

In this war, hundreds of guilds would fall and perish.

Currently in the Crescent Serpents guild building, they gathered in the meeting room, which was basically a war room for the time being.

They had also chosen a side.

The war would be extremely ugly for guilds such as them-tier 3 guilds-that didn't really have strength to survive through the war.

Also, they chose a side of the war that was risky, and perhaps the weakest of them all- Zestruction.

"The war has begun. There's no stopping that now." Reese, the guild master of the Crescent Serpents, said and pointed at one spot in the map.

"Imperium City will be covered in flames for several days. That is all the time we have to strategize."

Ron tapped his finger against his arm while thinking about things. The frightening reality came true.

There was still a chance that war wouldn't happen, and even though it was minimal, there were some people who had hope.

Ron was one of them.

However, deep inside him, he knew that it was impossible odds.

"The first battle will last a couple of days there." Reese said. "When the fight over Imperium City is over, the losing guilds will migrate to their strongholds.

"We can assume that Zestruction won't be able to win over the Imperium City. Thus, they'll head to Honey Village, and I think we should start heading there, as well."

"Sounds good, boss."

"This war will be a fight for our survival." Reese said.

"I need everyone to log on more often from now on. I've seen people not logging out as often anymore because of the war, but we need them.

"We don't have time for cowards!"

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New Karma.

"THE WAR?!" A loudmouthed, short-bodied man shouted. "WHAT WILL WE DO?!"

"Shut up!" Young shouted and read through the newspaper with a grit on his teeth. "You're breaking my eardrums!"

"I AM SORRY!"

"Shut the fuck up!"

Necroman sat on his throne, reading through the newspaper on his hands. A small smile played on his lips.

"Yo, boss." Young called out. "When will we head out?"

"Why such a hurry?" Necroman asked with a chuckle. "The war is not going anywhere, my friend."

"WHAT ABOUT AMBROSE?" The loudmouthed man asked. "HAS HE GIVEN US ANY INSTRUCTIONS?!"

"Yeah, he did." Necroman showed a torn apart letter. "Fuck him, though."

"Aren't we part of his faction?" Young asked with a frown.

"We are, but only because I like his vision of the future." Necroman said with a grin. "Weak for the slave, strong for the master!"

"НАНАНАНАНА!"

Cleaning through the dirty floors, Ramon and Hannibal listened intently. Their bodies had undergone a transformation, with muscles peeking underneath their flesh, and they had shed off their previous baby fat.

'A war?' Ramon scrubbed the floor with a frown. 'This could be a chance. I can finally make a name for myself, and move on from cleaning all the time!'

Hannibal had the same thought.

The cleaning had become an everyday routine of their lives, and they'd gotten extremely tired of it.

If they do well in the war, perhaps they could move into Necroman's inner circle, which had plenty of benefits. Women, wealth, and power.

'When I join the battlefield, I'll fucking kill everyone!' Ramon grinned. 'And no one will stand in my way!'

...

Driftwood.

The harbor was chaotic as everyone was running away like scared rabbits.

It was all because of one ship.

A black-sailed ship that was heading straight to them.

The guards of Driftwood were on high alert.

When the ship arrived by the harbor, they dropped the anchor and dropped the gangplank to the wood-made dock.

With the gangplank down, the pirates started to make their way onto the land, and they all looked more ferocious than the last.

They noticed that the harbor was empty.

The Originals had retreated to their homes, and the mercenaries were looking over to the harbor, but not a single one of them made a move.

This pirate group was extremely infamous, and if they wanted to, Driftwood would be in flames by morning.

After the pirates departed from the ship, scrawny-looking Seth stepped down the gangplank, pulling up the hood of his cloak to conceal his face.

Right behind him, Aemon and Edwardius left the ship and joined the other pirates in the dock. With wind blowing, it brought a newspaper, floating towards Aemon's feet.

It landed right by his feet.

Aemon picked it up, cleaned it off the sand, and began to read the headline about a recent war

in the Imperium City.

"The war has already started," Aemon said with a scoff.

He dropped the newspaper, and left the dock with Edwardius, the army of pirates following

right behind them. Wherever they went, doors closed, windows got shut, and people hid.

It was like a plague had entered their city.

Seth picked up the newspaper, and read through the article.

""

Without any emotion, he tossed the newspaper to the sea, and followed after Aemon and the

rest.

...

Ebonreach.

"Troubling news," Digby said.

"Adam just headed there, and the war started!" Lucette shouted. "I knew we shouldn't have

allowed him to go there!"

"Calm down, Lucette." Valora said. "He knew that the war might start at any day, ever since

Digby sent the letter to Zephyr. He was prepared for this outcome, and he knows what he is

doing." "He'll be able to handle himself there." Digby closed the newspaper. "We've got other

troubling matters to discuss."

Lucette and Valora listened.

"After the first battle is over, we'll most likely be summoned to join Zestruction's war party."

Digby said.

"The good thing about Ebonreach is that the rulers of the city won't allow any fighting here.

"Thus, we'll be safe here. Other guilds won't come after us for being in opposite factions, but

as soon as we leave the city behind, anything can happen."

"What will we do?" Valora asked.

"Start gathering supplies," Digby said. "We'll need Flasks of the Setting Sun and Risingn/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Moon, Zestruction won't supply us with those.

"Visit blacksmith. Increase the durability of everyone's armor and weapons; take money from

the guild

account."

Valora nodded and headed out of the office to do the things she was ordered to do.

As Digby sat back on his chair, someone knocked on the door, and after allowing the person

enter, Lydia entered the office with a bow.

"Guildmaster Digby, your uncle is in the front lounge."

"What, why?" Digby frowned.

"He is here to talk about the war," Lydia said.

Lucette frowned as well, as this was very suspicious timing.

"Hmm..." Digby waved his hand. "Bring him here. I'll talk to him alone. Lucette, go help

Valora."

"Alright..." Lucette and Lydia left the office.

"What does he want..." Digby muttered to himself, feeling a sense of unease.