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At the summit of the snowy mountain stood a sturdy fortress. It was an important outpost for the Storm Horn guild, looming with a solemn grandeur, standing there like a guardian deity.

Around the fortress, squads of vigilant mercenaries occasionally patrolled. Their gazes were sharp, constantly scanning the surroundings for any movement to prevent wild monsters or other players from accidentally wandering into this area.

However, the forces stationed here were not the guild's core elites, but a part of a subordinate group.

Large guilds always liked to maintain smaller groups to help them collect resources and guard these important strongholds.

Though they were not the top-tier elites, their presence was equally vital, as they contributed their strength to the prosperity and stability of the guild.

Inside the fortress, a few players who had just returned from patrol sat together in a circle, whispering to each other. One of them, whose gaze fell upon the lively conversation in the world chat, could not help but complain.

"Why is the brass making such a big deal out of this? Isn't it just a small group? It's caused us to have to step up patrols. With this time, we could've been out grinding wild monsters instead; we might have even dropped something good to sell for a bit of gold."

Another person laughed mysteriously after hearing this.

"Heh, that's where you're wrong. Don't look at this group as small in numbers; it hides two top-tier experts, a 'World Champion' and a 'World Disaster', not to mention the other members with impressive strength. People like that would be considered top-tier in any guild."

Yet another person said with envy:

"Sigh, if only I could have a class as good as theirs."

"Don't even think about it. The build of a high-level player like that isn't something we can afford to maintain. If I had that kind of money, I'd rather spend it on some decent food. I'm sick of eating nutrient paste; I really want to eat something with actual flavor."

Just as they were chatting, two figures approached the fortress with extreme speed.

Their skills were superb, and they always cleverly utilized blind spots in vision to evade the guards' detection before approaching their targets with lightning-fast, thunderous speed to execute them one by one.

Nishikienrai and Genjiro tacitly laid the corpses flat on the snowfield, then simultaneously pulled a small chess piece from their inventories.

[Insulation Chess Piece] was placed in a hidden corner nearby. [Insulation Chess Piece] could connect with other pieces to block communication within the area.

"These are the last two. You go clear out the mercenary units later, and I'll take care of the players inside."

Nishikienrai whispered, and Genjiro nodded in agreement.

"Fine, there are only a dozen or so level 80 players inside anyway; it should be a breeze for you."

The two were the vanguards for this operation. Nishikienrai, with his ninja class, and Genjiro, with his assassin class, were both high-movement-speed, high-attack-power players, so the task of scouting the outpost had been entrusted to them.

In the plan devised by the tactical master Bukubukuchagama, they only needed to determine the personnel distribution and combat power composition of the outpost and place the communication-blocking items nearby to complete the mission.

However, in their logic, the mission was only truly complete if they cleared out everyone in the outpost so that no one would know of their actions. At this moment, they were preparing to wipe out all the players in the outpost, completing Bukubukuchagama's mission in their own alternative way.

The two separated quickly. Genjiro vanished into the snowfield like a ghost, while Nishikienrai snuck toward the fortress.

The players inside the fortress were still chatting, completely unaware of the impending danger.

Nishikienrai nimbly vaulted over the fortress wall, landing without a sound. He quickly scanned his surroundings, confirmed his position, and began his slaughter.

The players inside the fortress were still chatting when, suddenly, one player caught sight of a figure outside the window. He widened his eyes in terror and was just about to shout when he was instantly killed by Nishikienrai.

Other players heard the commotion and grabbed their weapons to look out the window. However, they only saw the corpses of their companions on the snowfield, failing to notice that Nishikienrai had already infiltrated the fortress.

Nishikienrai moved through the fortress like a specter, each appearance accompanied by a bloom of blood. His movements were swift and precise, and every attack struck its target accurately.

The players inside the fortress fell into a panic, fleeing in all directions in an attempt to find a safe refuge.

Some tried to seek reinforcements from within the stronghold, but when they sent messages, it showed a connection error. At that moment, they finally understood that this was a premeditated raid.

Unable to call for help from the outside, they had no choice but to grab their weapons and charge at the enemy, hoping only to take him down with them. However, Nishikienrai's speed and attack power far exceeded theirs, and they could not escape his pursuit. Under Nishikienrai's slaughter, the players inside the fortress fell one by one; their corpses were scattered everywhere, and blood flowed like a river.

Nishikienrai looked at the sea of corpses and pulled out a Resurrection Delay Cube, tossing it casually onto a stone without a ripple of emotion in his eyes.

After all, this was just a game. Without this magic interfering, they would quickly revive at the stronghold, so this cube was a special item that could delay their revival.

At this time, Genjiro had also finished clearing out the nearby mercenary units and returned to the vicinity of the fortress to rendezvous with Nishikienrai.

The two exchanged a look and nodded tacitly. The mission was complete, and they prepared to notify Bukubukuchagama and the others.

But just as they lowered their guard, a figure suddenly appeared before them. It was a Minotaur player wearing ornate armor, holding a massive battle-axe, charging toward them with an aggressive aura.

"Who are you people? How dare you run wild on our turf! Your skills aren't bad, but you're still lacking compared to me. If you surrender now, I might give you a chance to join us."

This player had been resting in a secret room when he suddenly noticed his teammates falling into a death-revival state one by one. He assumed powerful players had attacked. He had intended to notify the guild that their home was being raided, but the messages wouldn't go through, so he mustered his courage to use a scouting spell to see.

Only after looking did he realize it was two assassin-type players who had killed all his companions, but their gear didn't seem very strong, so he felt he could easily handle them with his own ability.

Both of them carried items gifted by Mu Fengyu that could hide most of their information, which was why he mistook them for low-level players.

Facing the babbling Minotaur, Genjiro teased Nishikienrai, who was standing to the side.

"How did you miss one? What do you think? Do you want me to take this one?"

Nishikienrai glanced at the charging Minotaur, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

He could have discovered that secret room, but to complete the mission efficiently, he hadn't searched the surroundings carefully, allowing this guy to slip through the cracks.

Now, he would deal with this straggler himself.

"This guy must have been hiding in a secret room or some similar structure. I can handle it myself."

Peroroncino had just shaken off his pursuers and was preparing to rest when the ground beneath his feet suddenly sank.

"Found him. He's over there."

Clearly, his pursuers didn't want him to rest.