Rioneed: VRMMORPG

This process kept repeating itself till a whole day had passed. The enemies' numbers didn't seem to decrease, instead, it increased. Ibro's army began to shrink in size over time. 

Although he added a lot of skeletons to the army, they were only at differentiated stages. His main bulk army was already at the advanced elite stage. There was a huge gap between the two. 

This made these new skeletons have no time to help in this battle. Ibro thought about using the siege weapon card, but he removed this idea at once. He had bad premonition if he used this card now. 

That left him with only one last card. He felt confident in this card ability at disturbing the northern lord current scheme to a great extent. 

The thing was that he planned to use this card at a later stage of this war, but he didn't have any choice right now.

"Death Rise technique."

Suddenly, a huge grayish fog appeared from Ibro's body to swarm the whole battlefield in mere seconds. 

This long acquired technique that he never used before had come to the battle stage in the most needed time. Within this fog, a creepy scream sounded non-stop like a tsunami. 

The screams were mixed with shouts of war and fights. After a few seconds, the fog disappeared and what appeared instead was a shocking scene. 

All the enemies were killed without exception with a new huge skeletons' army. This army kept rising from the ground without any pause. 

They were like climbing from the abyss of hell in response to the death god summon. Ibro didn't know the history of this city. this city had seen countless wars in its long history. 

So, his technique had caused brilliant results. This situation lasted only for a few seconds before new demons and NPCs arrived to fight those skeletons. 

Although they were weak skeletons, they had caused severe headaches to the enemies by their skeleton wave tactic. Ibro didn't stop and moved with his army towards the front. 

He had gained a lot of PSR energy during this war. He had gained a lot of PSR units too, but they weren't enough. he needed to gain more SPR units and get rid of this annoying northern lord. 

Ibro wasn't sure that this traitor had used all his tricks yet. Ibro's move was coordinated with the move of his whole army to support these skeletons. 

It was the moment which the frontline was pushed back by a great distance. Ibro could see the outer lining of the fiendish demons gate clearly from his location. 

Ibro's movement wasn't ignored by the northern lord who just harrumphed and took out his long sword and started to head directly towards Ibro. 

He knew Ibro wanted to add these newly arrived skeletons to his army. If he allowed him to do so, then the war would take a much longer time than he estimated. 

Ibro looked towards the incoming northern lord and was excited. His fish had taken the bait finally. 

He had to get rid of this lord as soon as possible. Ibro didn't stop in his tracks though. Each meter he gained here would be a great help for his army.

"During my fight with that lord, don't stand in my way. Keep moving and push the frontline forward as far as you could."

His personal guards exchanged silent glances while some had already contacted Gorsag and Erond via divine sense. Before anyone could say anything Ibro said in a serious tone:

"This is an order that you aren't allowed to violate."

The men surrounding him canceled any idea to make him change his mind. He wanted to trap this lord here till his men reached the gates at the front. 

The northern lord didn't take more than a few moments and reached Ibro's location. He landed like a meteor to stand firmly in front of Ibro. 

Behind him, a large number of his soldiers began to gather. He intended to block the road in front of Ibro and his men.

"Boy, stop struggling now. It's pointless. Just surrender to your inevitable fate."

"Hahaha, a traitor like you is trying to make me surrender? Let me tell you a prophecy, you will die here at my hands and I will destroy all your territory and also kill all of your masters."

The northern lord face was gloomy as he said ruthlessly:

"I tried to be reasonable with you, think again."

Ibro didn't stop for even one moment in moving forward. He knew that the lord was trying to buy some time for his men to arrive here in greater numbers. Ibro would never allow this to happen. 

At once he stood in front of this lord and used his sword to talk. His sword descended over the lord, who evaded it in a relaxed way as he commented:

"Do you think I was doing nothing up there? I have studied your strange skill. give it up already, you aren't a match for me. you are destined to lose from the start."

Ibro didn't stop using his sword to issue another strike towards this lord. Again, he evaded it easily. In fact, Ibro knew the weakness of his strike. It needed time to prepare and it had a fixed course. 

Ibro tried more than once to change the course of this strike but he failed. If his enemy had observed him long enough like this lord, he would guess the course of his strike and evade it. 

Ibro, though, didn't rush to use his trump cards here. He was trying to push the lord away from his men and make way for his men to advance forward. The lord's men were fewer in number after all. 

He also wanted this lord to use his cards first. This was a fight whoever revealed his cards earlier would lose. Ibro kept pushing the lord to the side relentlessly while his men started to battle feverishly with their foes. 

The lord wasn't ignorant of Ibro's scheme, but every time he tried to escape Ibro's trap he failed. 

He thought he was hindering Ibro, but the opposite was occurring to him right now. He was the one trapped here. He felt more anger and frustration.

"Do you think you are able to stop me? Let me show you, kids, why you are destined to lose to me."

Suddenly that lord vanished. A sense of a great crisis overwhelmed Ibro at once.

'Damn! He is an assassin, not a swordsman!'

That familiar feeling of danger that Ibro felt was related to a certain class… the assassins. 

Assassins were the nightmare of any player as long as he didn't have a skill to cancel their stealth or an immune skill to defend against their ruthless attacks. 

Ibro knew the reason behind that traitor's extreme calm and confidence.

'Do you think I don't have a way to deal with you here? Death summon technique.'

Immediately, over 500k skeletons appeared around Ibro and surrounded him tightly without any gaps. Once they appeared, the invisible lord had hit one of them and he was pushed out of his stealth. 

The lord gritted his teeth more ferociously as his face was like a strawberry from anger. He didn't stop though as he took out a scroll and tore it in half while saying:

"Let's say kid, who would last longer here... your technique or my scrolls."

Ibro didn't dare to delay as he felt the grade of this scroll… this was AOE grade 4 scroll. It was a deadly weapon indeed. At once he used one of his cards without any hesitation.

'Dragon body technique.'

His body had been covered with a grayish suit with only his eyes shining in it in an intimidating way. 

The scroll which the northern lord used had caused a massive fire field that began to burn all his newly summoned skeletons. The fire didn't manage to cause any harm to Ibro though.