Zennard's Sword quickly became as legendary as the Staff of Ghrimm within the Tribe of Savage Bulls.

These were two peerless pieces of equipment.

To Nie Yan, Zennard's Sword was just a powerful weapon. If it could be used to increase the popularity of the Tribe of Savage Bulls, so much the better. As long as he was careful, no one would be able to take Zennard's Sword from his hands.

A picture of Zennard's Sword was posted online, and its formidable stats immediately caused all the players to exclaim in amazement.

This was a piece of equipment that everyone looked up to.

The description of the six seals on the stats gave the players endless reveries. This sword was equivalent to an upgradable weapon. Each time a seal was unlocked, its stats would skyrocket.

There was also a photo of Nie Yan holding Zennard's Sword. The black fire reflected on Zennard's Sword added a bit of solemn and cold temperament to him. Coupled with his dark equipment, it gave a strong visual impact.

This photo was posted online and immediately reposted by countless players. Nie Yan wasn't handsome, but his indifferent temperament, coupled with his awesome equipment, made him quite marketable.

Even without showing his name, Nie Yan was quickly recognized by the players. This person was clearly the leader of the Tribe of Savage Bulls, Mad Rogue Nie Yan!

Nie Yan was now a golden signboard of the Tribe of Savage Bulls, an unyielding myth! Within this belief, anyone who didn't recognize Nie Yan would be looked down upon. Nie Yan's image had already taken root in people's hearts through those battles.

A large number of comments were posted below the forum post.

"Such awesome equipment, and I'm still using silver-grade stuff, the gap..."

"Looking up to you, the poster is a god."

...

Nie Yan didn't pay much attention to the stuff on the forums. Apart from occasionally looking at the announcements of a few big guilds, he basically ignored everything else.

Nie Yan teleported back to Calore City from the fortress, and then teleported to Glorious City.

"Who's watching Remnant Colors and those people?" Nie Yan sent a message to Guo Huai, and after exiting the city gate, he quickly headed in the direction where Remnant Colors and the others were located.

"It's someone called Wudao, a member of the Rogue Hundred-Man Team," Guo Huai messaged him.

Wudao? Nie Yan remembered that he had met that player outside the Valley of the Evildoers. His skills seemed decent, so he felt a little more at ease.

Nie Yan passed through the rocky wasteland outside Glorious City and headed towards the distant mountains. The scenery here was a little different from that of Calore City. Calore City was a stretch of fertile grassland, while this place was a rocky desert dotted with sparse vegetation. The mountains in the distance were also bare.

After entering the mountainous area, Nie Yan stowed away the Faulkner Warhorse, and then stealthily approached the coordinates where Wudao was located.

"What's your location?" Nie Yan messaged Wudao.

"Boss, you're here." Wudao became excited when he heard Nie Yan's voice. He didn't expect Nie Yan to come in person. He said, "Coordinates 238.289.280."

Wudao immediately reported the small map coordinates.

Nie Yan stealthily moved in that direction and quickly found Wudao. They were hiding behind a rock, and then revealed themselves.

Looking into the distance, he saw a dozen people grinding and leveling up over there. They were level 50 Desert Pythons. The monsters in this area spawned quickly. The Shield Warriors went up to aggro the monsters, and the Mages next to them kept bombarding the Desert Pythons with magic, methodically clearing the monsters.

Nie Yan glanced at Wudao next to him. Compared to his previous tattered equipment, Wudao's equipment had greatly improved. He was level 41, and his equipment had also been upgraded. His level 40 Pursuer set was considered very good at this level.

Seeing Nie Yan, Wudao had an excited expression on his face. In the eyes of all Rogues, Nie Yan was undoubtedly a godlike figure. His PK videos had been spread among countless players and were regarded as textbook classics. However, no player had ever been able to achieve the same ghostly speed as Nie Yan.

Wudao often studied Nie Yan's videos, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Nie Yan was his idol.

"How many people are over there? Tell me about the situation," Nie Yan said, his eyes fixed on those people in the distance like a hawk.

Nie Yan's eyes emitted a heart-stopping chill. Wudao's heart trembled. It was this resolute aura that had made countless people tremble for Nie Yan.

Wudao quickly restrained his expression and said solemnly, "Thirteen people in total, two Shield Warriors, one Berserker, one Paladin, five Mages, two Priests, and two Rogues. These guys are very skilled, especially a Shield Warrior called Remnant Colors, and an Arcane Mage called You Ran is also very powerful. At least eleven of our Rogue brothers have fallen into their hands." When he spoke of the Rogue brothers who had died, Wudao's tone revealed a hint of suppressed anger.

As a member of the Rogue Hundred-Man Team, he and the other brothers of the Rogue Hundred-Man Team had become very familiar with each other. The somewhat aloof him had integrated into these members. In addition, the members of the Rogue Hundred-Man Team often carried out tasks together, worked together to solve problems, and felt honored because of the name of the Tribe of Savage Bulls' Rogue Hundred-Man Team. Unknowingly, they had cultivated a deep camaraderie. If a member died while performing a task, they would feel very sad.

Nie Yan glanced at Wudao next to him. He understood Wudao's emotions. This kind of brotherhood between team members was cultivated in countless battles. What ordinary people said was the deepest emotion was nothing more than carrying guns together. Their emotions were obtained after carrying guns together, facing powerful enemies together, watching and helping each other, and cooperating tacitly, entrusting their backs to their teammates. This was a kind of trust, a friendship built in battle.

Nie Yan patted Wudao's shoulder and said, "Remember these people's names. Know your shame and then be brave. You must personally get revenge."

This was the principle that Nie Yan himself followed. This was the integrity of a man!

Wudao nodded solemnly.

"Let's go meet them together," Nie Yan said. He didn't know how skilled the thirteen people in the distance were, but to be able to make so many members of the Tribe of Savage Bulls' Rogue Hundred-Man Team fall into their hands, their strength was definitely not simple.

"Okay," Wudao said excitedly. Being able to fight alongside Nie Yan was the dream of countless Tribe of Savage Bulls brothers!

System: Player Nie Yan invites you to join the team. Do you agree?

Yes! Wudao quickly clicked confirm.

A system notification sounded on Nie Yan's side.

System: Player Wudao has joined your team.

"Let's go." Seeing that the team had been formed, Nie Yan's body gradually disappeared, entering a stealth state, and he headed towards the dozen or so people in the distance.

Seeing Nie Yan disappear, Wudao's heart tightened, and he also entered a stealth state. He was still a little excited.

Gusts of wind blew from the hillside, bringing with them a sky-covering sandstorm. In addition, the area was full of rocks, which provided convenience for the Rogues to hide. Nie Yan and Wudao were completely hidden in the sandstorm, and the players couldn't find any trace of them.

In the open space ahead, a Shield Warrior in a full set of deep red armor charged into the snake群 (qun - group/swarm/cluster), using Taunt to attract the nearby monsters, and then switched to defensive stance. An Arcane Mage in the Mage group finished chanting, waved his staff, and balls of fire fell from the sky,砸 (za - crash/smash) into the monster group, with large swaths of damage appearing above their heads.

The Priests next to him put a Holy Light Shield on the Shield Warrior, and then threw over heals one after another.

Dense fireballs噼里啪啦 (pi li pa la - crackling sound) hit the Shield Warrior's head, with a series of damage numbers appearing above his head, completely unaware of the bombardment of the fireballs. At this time, because the damage from the 法系 (fa xi - magic-based classes) behind them was too high, the snakes transferred their aggro,扑 (pu - pounce) towards the Mages in the back. The Shield Warrior used a挫志怒吼 (cuo zhi nu hou - demoralizing shout), causing the snakes to pause slightly.

Then another dense rain of fire fell, and the fireballs倾泻 (qing xie - pour down) like a暴雨 (bao yu - rainstorm), quickly炸翻 (zha fan - blast over) these snakes.

The Holy Light Shield on the Shield Warrior's body shattered into pieces. At least five or six corpses of snakes were lying on the ground, a mess of debris. Only the Shield Warrior was left standing on this open space. The cooperation between the two was like a gorgeous performance.

"Remnant Colors, You Ran, well done." The other Shield Warriors and Berserker greeted them with a smile, their tone somewhat complimentary.

"It's okay, it's going smoothly," the Shield Warrior in the center, with his bright armor, said indifferently, giving people a feeling of arrogance and unapproachability.

This Shield Warrior was about twenty-five or six years old, and his figure could be considered heroic. His deep red armor emitted a shining luster. His name was displayed in bright red, meaning he had killed at least fifty or sixty people to be this red. He put away the one-handed sword in his hand and walked towards them.

"Happy to cooperate," the Mage called You Ran smiled at the Shield Warrior Remnant Colors.

The Mage called You Ran was an Arcane Mage. His dark Arcane Robe was covered with various strange runes, exuding a mysterious aura. He was about the same age as Remnant Colors. The two had been working together for several years and could be considered old partners.

You Ran sat on the lawn next to him, drinking泉水 (quan shui - spring water) to restore mana. The two Rogues among them continued to pull monsters.

"Why don't those idiots from the Tribe of Savage Bulls send anyone over? My hands are getting itchy. I'll just wait for them here, kill one when they come!" Remnant Colors said arrogantly.

They knew that the Peace Chapter was in Nie Yan's hands, but Nie Yan's coordinates had been too erratic lately, and they couldn't know his exact location. They had been continuously harassed by the Tribe of Savage Bulls, but the Rogues sent over there were all beaten back by them, and more than a dozen had been killed.

"Don't be too complacent. That Nie Yan does seem very strong," You Ran said, but his tone was also casual.

"That coward has been hiding for so long, besides sending some shrimp soldiers and crab generals over, hasn't he still not dared to come?" Remnant Colors laughed contemptuously.