MMORPG : Rebirth Of The Strongest Guild Master

Chapter 637 The power of one man

Rudra arrived at the eastern battlefield and started to casually mount his offense without straining his body.

He picked up a random blood stained spear from the ground and buried it firmly in the ground before mounting scar-face ’s dead head on it , as he kept it on display for the blood merchants to see and cower in fear.

Rudra was very casual in his fighting as he let his bone dragon and Furball do most of the damage as he himself would only rarely throw out one or two sword slashes using the grim reaper.

While his physical presence did not change the tide of the war at all , his psychological presence changed the entire game.

The elites soldiers felt their morale soaring as they saw their guildmaster coming to assist them as they recieved an psychological energy boost to beat back the opponents.

In wars morale was a mysterious thing and a group with a high morale often overcame even the most difficult adversities.

Rudra had chosen to enter the Battlefield from the second lane where Neatwit was not physically present , as that lane was the most poorly defended area of the entire city.

There were only two blocks left until the enemy reached the gates of the inner city from that location .

While the inner-city was heavily fortified , in terms of area to cover it was only as large as one sector and if the walls of the inner city were breached then even Rudra had little confidence from stopping the merchant army from storming the gates.

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On an average , for every 3 Elite that fell , about 7 merchants died as well and the balance of war was starting to ever so slightly tip in the direction of the elites.

Having created a sophisticated system of Reinforcements and first aid centers. Rudra had converted the city into the ultimate battleground as every other roof had some sort of defensive structure mounted on it and every street had blockades and traps set up.

For every time the elites retreated , they would bring out the handheld pulse cannons and shoot 10-20 shots creating a space vaccum before calmly retreating without casualties as they threatened the charging forces with the same sort of death should they get out of line.