聂言 suddenly appeared beside the thief who was lunging at Wu Dao, and with a slash, -721, -100...

One sword and down he went. Nie Yan could deal such high damage to a shield warrior, let alone a thief in fragile leather armor!

The remaining six thieves all pounced on Nie Yan.

They're fast, Nie Yan thought.

Just then, Wu Dao also interrupted his teleportation and stopped.

"Why aren't you leaving? What are you doing interrupting the teleportation!" Nie Yan frowned and cursed. The other side had obviously come prepared. He could cover Wu Dao's escape via teleportation and then use a random teleport scroll himself.

"How could I leave the boss behind and run? I'd never be able to face anyone again!" Wu Dao smiled, raised his dagger, and lunged at the thieves.

In Carrol City, the Expert-level Muddy Swamp was practically the Bullshorn Tribe's territory. Random teleport scrolls were rare, and the Bullshorn Tribe generally didn't advertise that they had such things. A player of Wu Dao's level simply wouldn't know that Nie Yan had a random teleport scroll. For secrecy's sake, Nie Yan wouldn't mention it either.

Wu Dao didn't know the situation. Seeing Nie Yan being attacked by thieves, he naturally interrupted the teleportation.

"Boss, I'll cover you, you go first," Wu Dao said solemnly. Nie Yan was crucial to the Bullshorn Tribe. If Nie Yan died, it would be a heavy blow to the entire tribe. But he was just an ordinary nobody, just middle-of-the-road in the whole Bullshorn Tribe, and no one would even notice if he died. In a fortress war or guild war, he'd just be a mere digit of 1 in the statistics.

A nobody has a nobody's dignity. They have their own code of conduct!

Although they weren't as famous as Nie Yan, they weren't inferior!

Because of loyalty!

Although he admired Nie Yan, he wasn't loyal to Nie Yan, only to the Bullshorn Tribe, because in the Bullshorn Tribe, there were countless brothers.

Suddenly, Nie Yan felt a strange sensation in his heart, something binding it. He looked into the distance and saw a shadow priest in black robes on a distant high slope, with a sinister smile on his face.

He had finally managed to cast this magic on Nie Yan, using the seven thieves to attract Nie Yan and Wu Dao's attention. He hid in a corner, secretly chanting the spell, and after two rounds, he finally succeeded!

Dark magic—War Shackles!

Among all magic, this skill was definitely a good way to ambush people. After casting War Shackles on someone, neither party could use teleportation items until one of them died. Only then would the War Shackles be解除!

Nie Yan could still move, but random teleport scrolls, return scrolls, and other teleportation items were unusable.

After the shadow priest cast War Shackles, a large number of bloodthirsty people with sabers appeared all over the mountains and plains, surrounding Nie Yan.

He never expected that someone from Warblade Bloodlust would have the War Shackles skill. He had miscalculated this time!

Skills in *Conviction* were always so unexpected. Even a guaranteed win in a PK could be overturned, let alone a premeditated ambush!

Under the siege of the six thieves, Wu Dao was in frequent danger. Nie Yan swung his sword at one of the thieves again, directly felling him.

Seeing Nie Yan coming, the remaining five thieves retreated far away, each of them chilled to the bone.

What fierce attacks!

Nie Yan calmly glanced at Wu Dao and said, "It looks like I can't escape. I'll give you a random teleport scroll. Teleport out of here."

"Random teleport scroll? Boss Nie Yan, if I take your random teleport scroll and run off, my brothers will look down on me!" Wu Dao said solemnly. A person lives for honor and loyalty.

Nie Yan thought for a moment and didn't press Wu Dao. He looked towards the Warblade Bloodlust people in the distance, who were all over the mountains and plains, endless. Even if he just let them grind him down, he'd die.

"Boss Nie Yan, do me a favor and let me die before you. That way I can brag to my brothers that I was killed by these bastards to protect the boss." Wu Dao looked at Nie Yan and said.

"I'll give you that face." Nie Yan faced the thousands of Warblade Bloodlust players in front of him, and smiled proudly, saying, "I entered *Conviction* a week after the game was released, from nothing to becoming the guild leader of the Bullshorn Tribe, and I've never been killed before. Warblade Bloodlust sent thousands of people to surround and hunt me down to kill me. It shouldn't be embarrassing to die like this, right?"

"No, it's not embarrassing!" Wu Dao solemnly nodded, his nose slightly sore.

Nie Yan was a hero of his generation. Under the heavens, who could kill Mad Rogue Nie Yan in a 1v1? If he died here today, it would still be an honorable defeat!

"Even if I die here, I'm still the guild leader of the Bullshorn Tribe, and I'll never let down the prestige of the Bullshorn Tribe! I have to kill enough of them today!" Nie Yan said. Although he had encountered such an accident, he would never just sit and wait for death!

"I, Wu Dao, an honorary member of the Bullshorn Tribe's hundred-man thief squad, will never let down Boss Nie Yan, nor will I let down the prestige of the Bullshorn Tribe!" Wu Dao also said heroically. It was worth it to die following such a boss!

The Warblade Bloodlust people around them gradually approached, surrounding them tightly. Shield warriors with heavy shields were in front, and various professions formed a human wall, with mages and priests behind them, showing how cautious they were.

Even with thousands of people surrounding them and Nie Yan bound by War Shackles, they were still worried that Nie Yan would run away.

To be a thief pushed to such a degree was worth it!

Nie Yan looked around at the Warblade Bloodlust people and said loudly, "Warblade Bloodlust bastards, Mad Rogue Nie Yan is here! If anyone is not convinced, come and talk to me with the Sword of Zennarde in my hand!"

Although the Dragon King Zennarde was a tyrant, few people knew some stories about him. The Dragon King Zennarde rose up in the wilderness, starting with only ten people, bare-handed, and took down dozens of nearby tribes, and from then on, he conquered the world. Once, he was surrounded in the Karu Plains, fighting alone against an army of one hundred thousand for ten days and ten nights, non-stop.

Holding the Sword of Zennarde, Nie Yan suddenly felt a heroic spirit of fighting all the heroes in the world.

Brandishing his sword, who dared to come!

Nie Yan glanced at the skill bar. Divine Arbiter, Divine Grace, and a few other skills were still available, but the other skills had been used. There weren't many skills available, but killing a few of them wouldn't be a problem.

As for stripping off his equipment and going up to die, Nie Yan wouldn't consider it. If he were a free player, he might not care, but as the guild leader of the Bullshorn Tribe, he could never do such a shameful thing!

Even when surrounded, Nie Yan's aura still made the Warblade Bloodlust players tremble. Although they were on opposing sides, it didn't affect the Warblade Bloodlust players' respect for Nie Yan.

In the crowd in the distance, Feng Yanxin looked at Nie Yan in the center, his eyes showing some admiration. No wonder the Bullshorn Tribe's players so revered Nie Yan! At this time and place, even if Mad Rogue Nie Yan died, it would be glorious and heroic!

"Everyone stop!" Feng Yanxin shouted in the guild's regional group chat. Everyone stopped and looked at Feng Yanxin, waiting for his orders.

In the entire Warblade Bloodlust, Feng Yanxin was undoubtedly one of the most influential people. Even Warblade Bloodlust had to treat him politely.

Nie Yan looked at Feng Yanxin among the Warblade Bloodlust players. Their eyes met.

Nie Yan was very surprised. Why did these people suddenly stop and look at the mage named Feng Yanxin? It seemed that he was the one giving the orders!

Feng Yanxin looked at Nie Yan, who was still calm and heroic despite being surrounded, and a sense of respect arose spontaneously.

"In order to express respect for the Bullshorn Tribe's leader, Mad Rogue Nie Yan, Squad 25, go! Everyone else, stay where you are!" Feng Yanxin shouted in the guild's regional group chat. A group of players walked out of the ranks, about sixty or seventy of them, all ordinary Warblade Bloodlust players, around level forty.

Feng Yanxin looked at the number of players in this group, sixty-two in total!

"Charge!"

Sixty-two players launched a charge against Nie Yan and Wu Dao. A group of shield warriors accelerated and charged up, about twenty or thirty of them.

Nie Yan narrowed his eyes. He didn't expect this matter to take such a turn. His impression of Feng Yanxin had improved a lot. This person wasn't the kind of scheming and treacherous guy you found in big guilds.

Principles were very important.

"Boss, I'll go first!" Wu Dao entered stealth and rushed towards the group of people.

In fact, stealth was useless.

Streaks of white light flew into the sky, and white light poured down. Under the white light, all stealth was revealed!

Nie Yan activated Novice Divine Grace, and a life shield enveloped him. He entered stealth and rushed towards one of the mages at top speed.

A group of shield warriors tried to block Nie Yan, but they only felt a blur, and Nie Yan crossed through the gaps between them, rushing straight at the mages in the rear.

Nie Yan struck with his sword, felling the mage to the ground.

The fierce attack shocked everyone.

Streaks of magic flew towards Nie Yan, exploding on his body.

Nie Yan waved his right hand and struck down with another sword. The flames on the Sword of Zennarde struck one of the mages, instantly killing him again!

Under the dense barrage of magic, the holy light shield on Nie Yan's body shattered into pieces.

Nie Yan cast Divine Arbiter on himself, and swallowed a bottle of Intermediate Instant Recovery Potion, and charged towards the priests in the rear, enduring the magic attacks. In an instant, the entire team was in chaos.

"Boss, I'm going back first." After Wu Dao killed a mage, he was hit by a Shadow Priest's Howl of Terror, and his body lost control. Five or six shield warriors surrounded him, and with a series of thuds, heavy shields slammed into Wu Dao, sending him flying.

Wu Dao died, leaving only Nie Yan to fight his final battle!