The Shelter Game: Me, Starting with a Tenfold Drop Rate

The battle in the hall was gradually coming to an end.

Although Duncan had lost two elders, Irving had also paid a heavy price. Almost all the creatures he had led to the battle had been wiped out, while Vicky and Sophia had completely exhausted their mental powers.

The only ones who still had the ability to fight were Irving and the nondescript little black hunting dog by his side.

"To be able to fight against four elders of The Brotherhood of Night Blades with his own strength, that young man is indeed terrifyingly strong. It's just a pity..." The white-haired elder from Dream Group shook his head helplessly.

"It's indeed a pity, he was so close to success."

"As far as I know, Duncan is a level 12, a powerful warrior who has reached the stage of a hero, and the other two elders are at least around level 9."

"It's hard for him to defeat Duncan and the two elders by himself, it looks like everything is over."

"We should go in and reinforce, otherwise The Brotherhood of Night Blades won't let us off."

The Groups outside the castle were all staring closely at the situation inside. Although all the players present admired Irving's courage, the balance of victory was ultimately tipping towards The Brotherhood of Night Blades.

However, the next moment, something happened that no one expected.

"It's time to end this..." Irving's deep eyes were filled with killing intent. He glanced at Little Black, who was closely following him, and then charged straight towards Duncan and the two elders.

"He's trying to take them down with him, he's gone mad!" Duncan was watching Irving coming at him with a huge fireball, and the smile on his face completely disappeared.

Although he was a powerful warrior with formidable close combat ability, he did not dare to take Irving's[FireBall]head-on after witnessing its power.

Furthermore, at this moment Irving had gathered all his mental power into the fireball, which made it even more terrifying.

The key point was that if the[FireBall]was released directly, Duncan and the others might still have a chance to evade it. After all, once the fireball was released, its trajectory could not be changed.

However, Irving had chosen this method of mutual destruction. No matter where Duncan and his men ran, they would eventually be locked on.

"Damn it..." Duncan clenched his long sword and looked at the approaching Irving, a hint of fear flashed in his cold eyes.

Close combat usually gave the warrior an absolute advantage, whether it was the powerful physical body or the means of attack. However, at this moment, Duncan dared not confront Irving directly.

"You're really mad!" Duncan turned to the two elders beside him and without hesitation pulled them in front of him, intending to offset the power of the giant fireball.

"Master, you..." The two elders were stunned.

Before they had a chance to resist, the giant fireball hit them directly.

Boom!

Whether it was James and the others who were fighting hard in the castle, or the Group players outside, they all saw the towering flames in front of the hall.

After the violent explosion, the bricks and tiles were in ruins in front of the hall. A huge gap had been blasted in the fence, and with the dusty smoke gradually dissipating, Irving, Duncan, and the two elders had all disappeared...

Vicky stared blankly at the scene in front of her, her mouth open but unable to shout. Her tears, like broken pearls, rolled down one after another.

The explosion seemed to shatter her heart as well.

"Irving... Irving " Sophia could no longer support her body. She felt a wave of dizziness rise up, her vision began to blur, and she fainted onto the ground.

The enormous fireball of the explosion had consumed all of Irving's spiritual power. Even the incredibly hard bricks and tiles in front of the hall were shattered into pieces, let alone a human.

"Irving!" James, who was in the midst of battling, felt his body tremble slightly. The long sword tightly held in his hand fell to the ground as he roared in the direction of the explosion.

But there was no response other than the rolling smoke.

The players who had chosen to stay also lifted their gaze towards the direction of the hall. Their bloodshot eyes gradually became dim, and a sense of despair welled up in their hearts.

Outside the castle.

Players from various major Groups who had rushed over were also deeply shocked by this scene. They had originally thought that Irving was sure to lose, but they hadn't expected that he would choose to die with Duncan in such an extreme manner.

"That young man is very brave... Alas, if he's still alive, he could definitely become a top player in the near future." the white-haired elder from the Dream Group sighed.

The other players also shook their heads and sighed in unison.

Howl!

At that moment, a long howl sounded. Everyone was startled, and they turned their gaze in the direction of the sound. They saw a black hound standing on the edge of the ruined hall.

It seemed to be holding something tightly in its mouth. Looking down, they saw a figure hanging on the edge of the ruins.

"He... he's still alive?!" After a moment, everyone seemed to realize something. Their eyes widened like copper bells, and they spoke incredulously.

At this time, Anna and Aron also saw the figure hanging on the edge of the ruins, and a bright light suddenly flashed in their dim eyes.

The recent explosion was too sudden, and they didn't have time to react. They could only watch as Irving rushed towards Duncan and the others, followed by a burst of fire.

"Quick! Rescue him!" Anna shouted, she couldn't care less about the orders from the higher-ups at this moment. She led the members of the Angel Guild into the castle.

The other Groups gathered outside the castle also rushed in like a tide.

At this moment, Irving, who was hanging in mid-air, was covered with wounds caused by the fireball. Especially his chest, where the white bones were vaguely visible.

"I didn't expect it to be this bad..." he bit his teeth, looking down at the ground.

The hall was about seventy or eighty meters above the ground. He was already seriously injured, and if he fell from here, he would definitely break into pieces. Little Black was biting his corner of his clothes tightly.

Ouch...Little Black let out a series of low howls from his throat, using all his strength to try to pull Irving up.

However, the recent explosion had not only blasted a gaping hole here but also caused the surrounding bricks and stones to crack. With each step Little Black took backward, more bricks would fall around them.

"Damn it!" Irving felt excruciating pain all over his body, unable to muster any strength. He couldn't help but curse.

With a tearing sound, the corner of Irving's clothes, which Little Black was tightly gripping, began to rip. After the intense battle just now, Irving's clothes were already in tatters and could no longer bear his weight.

As the tear in the fabric widened, just as Irving was about to fall, someone suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"Irving!" James arrived just in time, with a group of players from the Green Ivy Group following behind him. "Hurry up and help!"

Soon,Thanks to everyone's efforts, they finally managed to pull Irving up.

Inside the castle.

The Group players who had rushed in saw the remaining members of The Brotherhood of Night Blades. Remembering the recent days of being oppressed by these people, their eyes were filled with rage.

"Slaughter these bastards!" a voice shouted from within the crowd.

Immediately, hundreds of players launched a brutal massacre on the remaining members of The Brotherhood of Night Blades within the castle.

In front of the central hall, the battle had ended. Anna and Aron, leading the elite squad of the Angel Guild, had also arrived. When they saw Irving's body, torn apart by the explosion, they were speechless for a long time.

A deep sense of guilt filled their hearts.

"Irving, we're so sorry, we were already…" Aron tried to explain.

"No need to say anything." Irving, lying on the steps, interrupted him.

When he had heard from Duncan that the Night Blades had infiltrated the high ranks of the officials, he had already realized that the Angel Guild wouldn't come.

"You guys quickly go down and check if those three are dead or alive." Irving instructed James with a stern look. "We need to see them, dead or alive. They must not escape."

"Understood." James responded and immediately led the Group members towards the lower part of the hall. But before leaving, he shot a fierce glare at Anna and Aron.

"Spit!" One player from the Green Ivy Group spat thickly on the ground.

Anna and Aron exchanged a glance, each seeing the helplessness in the other's eyes. They knew that the players were beginning to harbor resentment towards the Angel Guild.

"Come over here quickly," Anna said, glancing behind her. A young girl stepped out from the elite squad.

The young girl approached Irving and gently waved her staff.

"Irving, she's the only healer in our Angel Guild," Anna explained. "She can swiftly heal your wounds."

Mages were already a rare profession, and healer mages were one in a million. It was not surprising that the Angel Guild, an official organization, would have one healer mage.

The next moment, Irving felt the intense pain throughout his body ease slightly. However, for someone as severely injured as he was, this level of healing was almost negligible.

Just then, a piercing voice rang out: "My man doesn't need your help!"

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