Chapter 1 The Fury of Nurturing the Tribe

Nie Yan's words ignited the morale of the Niuren Tribe players to the extreme.

Many Niuren Tribe players might not be eternally loyal to Nie Yan, and Nie Yan didn't think he had that much charisma. However, they were part of the Niuren Tribe, surrounded by so many familiar brothers, making them an inseparable part of this collective. Just as Nie Yan said, for the sake of these brothers around them, for the sake of their dreams! They must win. Only when the Niuren Tribe is strong, can they rise along with it!

It would be unrealistic to expect them to devote themselves unreservedly to the Niuren Tribe for the sake of so-called dreams alone. Nie Yan also provided them with comprehensive security and very generous benefits.

The benefits of the Niuren Tribe were unimaginable to all other guilds. If they died in battle, the subsidies they received were enough to cover all losses. They also received additional rewards for each enemy they killed, so they could fight without worries. In addition, the Niuren Tribe had the most complete guild warehouse system, with equipment far better than other guilds. Moreover, they could receive a fixed salary every month, which was a share of the profits from the major fortresses.

High benefits made the Niuren Tribe the dream of countless players. At the same time, the Niuren Tribe's recruitment was very strict, practically one in a thousand among ordinary players. Under such circumstances, every player who could enter the Niuren Tribe had a strong sense of honor, which was also the reason why they stayed in the Niuren Tribe.

For all these reasons, the Niuren Tribe has the situation it has today, and the players can be so united!

Nie Yan distributed the twelve Rings of Instantaneous Movement to Xie Yao, Tang Yao, and others. Tang Yao's Nether Thunder Eagle was still seriously injured, so it could not participate in the battle. However, the Essence Devil's Azure Winged Bird could participate in the war.

"Brothers of the Niuren Tribe, are you ready? If you are, let's go and slaughter the Mage Alliance!" Nie Yan said loudly.

"Together with Leader Nie Yan, slaughter the Mage Alliance!"

The Niuren Tribe players roared deafeningly, following behind Nie Yan, surging towards the other side of the square like a tide.

At the end of the square, the people of the Mage Alliance were gathered there, occupying a corner on the other side of the square. Nie Yan received news from Guo Huai that the Mage Alliance had brought approximately 1,200 people from the Mage Alliance headquarters, and about 800 from the Sacred Guardians, all of whom were top-tier players from the two guilds. In addition, the Shiji Consortium recruited more than 900 people through various connections, all of whom were very strong professional players. In addition, the Shiji Consortium sent more than sixty direct descendants, all of whom came from the Wild Wolves Studio. Another noteworthy piece of news was that the people from Blood煞 (Xuè Shà) had been hired by the Shiji Consortium at a high price to be their thugs.

Regarding the Blood煞 (Xuè Shà), Nie Yan guessed that they might be from some hostile force of the Niuren Tribe and that their participation in the Battle of the Realm of Death was probably to cause trouble for the Niuren Tribe.

As for the Wild Wolves Studio, Nie Yan had heard of them, only knowing that those people were direct descendants of the Shiji Consortium, and their strength should not be underestimated. Nie Yan told the Niuren Tribe players to be careful when encountering those people.

If you add it all up, the Mage Alliance probably had more top-tier players than the Niuren Tribe. However, Nie Yan also saw their weakness. The Mage Alliance's team was too mixed. Even if orders were issued from above, they might not be carried out. In terms of coordination, the Mage Alliance was far inferior to the Niuren Tribe.

Nie Yan walked towards the edge of the square, where an old man in a tattered mage robe was standing, with white hair and beard, a kind face. His eyes were cloudy, a chaos, and he was actually blind.

This person was Karuer, a famous NPC in Hilton Fortress. Only he could activate the Realm of Death.

On the other side, Kuangfa, wearing a gray robe, walked over, looking gloomy after seeing Nie Yan.

Karuer turned his head, his ears twitching, and locked onto the positions of the two through the sound of their footsteps.

"Respected Mr. Karuer, please help us open the Realm of Death." Nie Yan said to Karuer.

"By the will of God, the Realm of Death is a dueling arena. Those who die will suffer deep disasters, and only the winner will be able to come out in the end. Have you decided?" Karuer asked in a low, hoarse voice.

"Yes," Nie Yan nodded.

Kuangfa also confirmed.

"After entering the Realm of Death, you will be randomly teleported to a certain location. There may be many enemies around. You must be prepared." Karuer said, introducing the rules of the Realm of Death.

The stakes involved five fortresses in addition to winning or losing, so both Nie Yan and Kuangfa were very cautious.

Nie Yan glanced at the few people behind Kuangfa. Five players wearing black cloaks were talking about something. From their behavior and some of their habits of holding weapons, Nie Yan could determine that those guys were definitely experts.

Those people also looked over at Nie Yan.

"Kelo, Crow, that's Mad Rogue Nie Yan. Remember his face, so we can attack him when the time comes."

"I heard he's quite the big shot. It's been a long time since I've fought anyone. My hands are getting itchy." The one called Kelo stretched his bones and grinned.

"Don't be too careless. Mad Rogue Nie Yan's name didn't come from nowhere," Crow said indifferently. He had never really liked this Westerner. Although Kelo had lived in China for so many years, he had never learned the ways of the Chinese.

Nie Yan retracted his gaze. He might encounter some powerful enemies this time, but he would kill gods if they were gods, and Buddhas if they were Buddhas. Nie Yan had never been afraid of anyone.

"Mad Rogue Nie Yan, no matter how lucky you were before, this time, our Mage Alliance will definitely make sure you never return." Kuangfa said coldly. The full support of the Shiji Consortium gave him some confidence in victory.

"Just with those rabble?" Nie Yan laughed and said, "The outcome is still uncertain. It's a bit presumptuous to talk so big now, isn't it?"

Kuangfa snorted coldly, "We'll see."

More than ninety percent of the players in the entire Glorious Empire were paying attention to this battle in the Realm of Death. The players watching the live broadcast were all guessing whether the Niuren Tribe or the Mage Alliance would have the last laugh. This battle would change the entire landscape of the Glorious Empire. Regardless of victory or defeat, a war was inevitable, and the victor would definitely press the attack! In the end, a guild might be wiped off the map.

Karuer activated his staff, and the surrounding space fluctuated violently.

The players from the Mage Alliance and the Niuren Tribe immediately tensed up.

The Realm of Death was about to open!

The space twisted for a while, and Nie Yan felt as if his body was being thrown violently into the air and then falling down. When he opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him had turned into a vast desert, with some high slopes in the distance and some figures moving around. The players encountered in the Realm of Death were either allies or enemies. Six thousand people, all on this map.

Nie Yan didn't know where the others had been teleported to. He had to survive first and then gather the Niuren Tribe players together.

The group chat was immediately opened the moment everyone teleported into the Realm of Death.

"There are no coordinates here, so we can't determine the location. Where do we gather?" Cui Can Daoguang asked in the group chat.

"There's no way to do it for the time being. Let's fight on our own first. We'll all head east, and we should be able to gather together." Nie Yan said, those with the twelve Rings of Instantaneous Movement could teleport together, but for now, just keep in touch.

News came from the group chat that some Niuren Tribe players had already encountered people from the Mage Alliance and a firefight had broken out. Six members of the Niuren Tribe had died, and the Mage Alliance had suffered seven casualties. Nie Yan's instructions to them were to kill anyone they could, but if they couldn't guarantee a victory, it was best to avoid them first and preserve their strength.

The map of the Realm of Death was continuous, with all kinds of terrain, plains, deserts, swamps, mountains, and hills. Nie Yan activated Gale Step and flew towards the east. On the high slope ahead, there were about a dozen figures gathered together. Because the distance was too far, Nie Yan couldn't see which side they were on. He entered stealth and crept towards the group.

These dozen or so people all wore the special insignia of the Mage Alliance. The insignia of the Mage Alliance was a golden medal with a wisteria vine running horizontally through it, while the insignia of the Niuren Tribe was a silver-white medal with a Minotaur Tribe totem engraved on it. The two were easy to distinguish.

"Brothers on the opposite side, let's go together. I'm from the Sacred Guardians."

"I'm from the Mage Alliance."

"I'm from the Guangyao Studio."

These dozen or so people were truly a motley crew, with all sorts of people. Their levels were all around level seventy. Being able to reach level seventy at this time was already considered very good. Their equipment was also very good, at least Dark Gold grade.

The group totaled eleven people, two Thieves, three Warriors, and six Mages, with no Knights or Priests. They must have received news from the guild to go west. Nie Yan pondered for a moment and tailed them.

None of these people noticed that they were being followed.

The Thieves among them went ahead to scout, the Warriors cleared the way in front, and the Mages followed closely behind. Although it was only their first time working together, they were all top-tier players with a high level of awareness, and their actions were quite coordinated.

This group came down from the high slope and entered a jungle.

Nie Yan stopped at the edge of the jungle, looked at the dense forest, gripped his dagger tightly, and smiled strangely.

The hunt was about to begin, and these eleven people were all his prey!

Once in terrain like a jungle, the Thief was the undisputed king.

The overly dense jungle was no longer suitable for the massive Gold Dragon's movements, so Nie Yan didn't summon the Gold Dragon.