Chapter 1963 - The Might of the Magicbreaking Crossbows
Miserly Wind shuddered as he considered the possibility.
He had never thought that Zero Wing was crazy enough to face Miracle head-on.
But with another glance at the enemy players, he couldn't care less whether or not he and his team had been bait. All Miserly Wind could think of was escaping.
At his level, he'd need several days of hard work to recover from a single death. Moreover, he wore higher quality weapons and equipment than the Guild's other experts. If he lost one of his items, who knew how long it would take to find a replacement?
Miracle's team was only a hundred yards away now. As long as he met up with the approaching force, the fight would go on for some time, giving him the opportunity to get away, even if Miracle's army was no match for Fierce Snake and his monstrous players.
As Miracle's forces drew closer, they spotted Eternal Undead's surviving members.
