Bad News
編輯: Nyoi-Bo Studio
How could they still get the magic cores when 20 of them had been used up? This wasn't a joke!
Duan Chengbin was anxious. He stood up from his chair with a 'swoosh' and kept walking in circles in the room.
What to do?
Was there any way to solve this predicament?
Eh?
Suddenly, Duan Chengbin thought of something. He could not help but stop in his tracks, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The Prilla Gaming Guild!
With the necromancer incident, the most his guild could do was delay the construction of the mage tower.
In terms of losses, the Prilla Gaming Guild should be the one that suffered the most, right?
They would definitely not surrender without a fight.
He would just let them charge at the front and fight with the necromancer.
His own small guild would just watch from behind.
After figuring this out, Duan Chengbin was no longer so anxious.