Bab 310: Organized Defence

Near the gate, inside the walls, Khalor was making his way back to the battlefield. But before he could cross over the walls, he noticed hundreds of players swarming the stone bowl they had made.

Astaroth was nowhere in sight, and since he was the one that was tasked to defend this zone on his own, no one was stopping the players from trying to climb out.

"Tch! He should be here. I bet he assumed he could steal my spot since I died."

He quickly sent a private message to the dissident.

'Get your ass back in your zone! Players are climbing out of the bowl as we speak.'

After a moment, a reply came.

'Take care of it, ghosty! I'm busy doing your job, which I wouldn't have to do if you stayed alive.'

Getting his nose rubbed in this again hurt Khalor's pride and made him sour. But he still had to follow the order, even if it displeased him.