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Wilderness Fortress has issued an arrest warrant for Night Owl and his guild, and Shadow Hand's name has been marked in blood red on the Anti-Pharaoh Alliance's list.

He has no other way out now. Even disbanding the guild won't help—those he has offended, those forces that have long disliked him, will not let him off just because he disbands the guild.

With guilds, people can stick together and support each other. At least tens of thousands of people gathered together, some with money and equipment, can still put up a fight. But once they become lone wolves, given what they've done, there will be no place for them in the entire Netherworld.

So the owl was caught up in the rebellion and joined in as well.

Night Owl took a deep breath, opened the guild channel, and spoke with a resolute tone.

He knew that all the players in the guild were watching him and waiting for his decision.

"I heard it all," he said. "The Savage Fortress attacked us. Indiscriminately, without regard for right or wrong. Our base is gone, our brothers were slaughtered in the streets, and our names are on wanted posters!"

"But—what have we done? When did we, the Shadow Hand, ever pledge allegiance to the Pharaoh? Who produced the evidence? Who gave us a chance to explain?"

Silence fell over the channel.

"No!" Night Owl gritted his teeth. "Nobody will listen to our explanations. They just want to kill, they just want to purge us along with them as traitors. Fine, very well."

He paused for a moment, his tone suddenly softening, like someone driven to the brink of despair giving their final farewell.

"Brothers, I won't force you. This is my fault, Night Owl, for failing to protect you. Now you have two choices. First, before things completely fall apart, remove your guild badges, leave Shadow Hand, and go as far away as possible. Let's part ways amicably, I won't blame anyone."

His voice suddenly hardened again:

"The second option—stay with me, and rebel!"

"Since they're so insistent on us being traitors, then we'll fucking betray them! They want to kill us? They want to wipe us out? Then bring it on! I'll see whose blade is faster!"

There was a three-second silence in the channel.

Then, one voice after another rang out.

"Boss, I'm with you."

"There are no cowards in the Shadow Hand."

"So what if they rebelled? We can always start over!"

The owl's eyes were slightly red.

"From this moment forward," he said, his voice as firm as iron, "the Hand of Shadows—officially joins the Pharaoh's side!"

The moment those words were spoken, there was a brief silence in the guild channel, followed by a burst of various voices—some were excited, some were cursing angrily, some were silently packing their gear, and some were already picking up their weapons, ready to fight!

Night Owl turned off the channel, looked at the sky, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

Since there's no way out, let's take a gamble. If it succeeds, we can turn the tables and make those who looked down on him and those who kicked him when he was down pay a heavy price!

He also began gathering his forces, preparing to head to the Heidleyman Desert. There, Scaleflame and his Serpent Men were locked in a fierce battle with the Bloodhowl Guild.

Scaleflame's sneak attack has put Bloodhowl in a critical situation. If Bloodhowl can be destroyed, it will be a great achievement for the Pharaoh's forces!

Although Scaleflame is a snake-woman, don't forget that she is also a member of the Shadow Hand and is under his jurisdiction as the guild leader!

Therefore, the greatest credit should not go to you, Lin Yan!

Night Owl made up his mind: since you're trying to scheme against me, then I'll play with you too!

A mad flame ignited in the owl's eyes.

Less than ten minutes after Bloodhowl Guild sent out its plea for help, the first batch of reinforcements arrived.

The first to arrive were several medium-sized guilds from the Savage Fortress—Iron Wolf Gang, Shattered Stone Army, and Frostwind Tribe.

Upon receiving Gamor's message, they did not hesitate at all. They immediately hired flying mounts at the flight point of the Savage Fortress, took to the air, and headed straight for the Haiderleyman Desert battlefield.

"Brothers! Kill these snakemen!" The leader of the Iron Wolf Gang was a demonized werewolf. Half of his body was covered with dark purple scales, while the other half was covered with silver-gray wolf fur. A pair of black scimitars gleamed with a chilling light in the sunlight.

He rode his two-legged dragon down from the sky, tumbling twice in the air just before landing, and then landed steadily in the center of a group of snake people.

With a swift, crossed swing of his twin swords, the head of a snake-man mage flew off, gushing forth a torrent of emerald-green blood.

"Brothers of Bloodhowl Guild, hold on! We're here! Awooo~~~" He let out a long howl, and the elite players of the Iron Wolf Gang who followed him pounced on the snake-men's rear like a pack of wolves.

The goblins of the Shattered Stone Army boarded their goblin planes, those wobbly, smoke-belching aircraft that seemed on the verge of falling apart, and swooped down from the sky, almost suicidally crashing into the serpent-men's ranks. The moment the planes hit the ground, their fuel tanks exploded, splattering scalding fuel that ignited all the serpent-men within a radius of dozens of meters. The goblin pilots ejected a split second before the explosion, gliding slowly down by parachute, throwing grenades at the serpent-men below as they went.

The deer warriors of the Frostwind Tribe, adorned with enormous antlers, stormed into the battlefield. Their antlers, like giant combs, sent swathes of snake-men flying.

"Boss! More and more guilds are coming to help!" Auf's voice rang out excitedly in the channel, filled with the elation of someone who had escaped death. "The snake people inside the Savage Fortress have been wiped out too! Not a single one of those snake-man bastards escaped!"

Gamor gritted his teeth and cleaved a wraith chariot in two with a single axe stroke. He wiped the ashes and blood from his face, his voice booming like thunder across the channel: "Good! We'll wipe them out completely!"

The morale of the Bloodhowl Guild skyrocketed. The orc warriors, who had been exhausted and demoralized, saw reinforcements pouring in from all directions and heard the good news coming through the channel. They were like chickens injected with stimulants, bursting forth with astonishing fighting power once again.

The shield warriors' shield walls closed again, their battle axes were swung once more, and the rain of arrows once more covered the battlefield.

"For Bloodhowl!" Gamor raised his battle axe, and the manticore roared to the sky.

"For the Savage Fortress!" the orc players roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens and the earth.

Just then, deafening shouts of battle came from the northwest.

The ground began to tremble slightly, and the sand and gravel bounced on the ground, as if a thousand horses were galloping towards them.

It turned out that Devourer of the Sun led five hundred Demon Bears and eight hundred Giant Demons to attack from the northwest.

They were like sharp knives, piercing the flanks of the snake people from the northwest.

The Sun Devourer is at the very front.

His bear paw was covered in a layer of golden light. When he slapped it down, the heads of the three snake-men in front of him exploded at the same time. He kicked out, and one of the snake-men was sent flying dozens of meters away, his health bar being emptied in mid-air.