Black Arm Gang Osrs の小説・ストーリー

"Wolves of the Blackthorn Valley!" Sharon Bloodclaw stepped out onto the high stone ledge, his massive, scarred frame draped in the heavy fur of a mountain bear. His hair was long, matted with grease and iron dust, his face twisted into an arrogant, triumphant grin as he lifted a massive, two-handed battleaxe over his head.

Protests and angry muttering immediately erupted from the crowd. "Twenty percent?! That's robbery!" "You?! Setting rules for us?!" In the midst of the chaos, a massive figure detached itself from the crowd. He was a burly man, two meters tall, with a bald head and a colossal battle axe slung over his shoulder, its blade dull with dried blood. He was Goro—leader of the Red Axe Gang—the most brutal and influential gang left in Malora. He strode toward Rayden, each step seeming to make the ground tremble. He stopped a few meters before him, looking down on the much smaller young man with a condescending glare.

The syndicate Bruce ran before he ended up at the wrong end of my gun was always a thorn in my side, but I never thought they’d be reckless enough to retaliate so soon. Giovanni leans over, his eyes flicking over the paper. “Bruce’s people? I thought we cleaned that up.” “You all did,” I say coldly, crushing the note in my fist. “But apparently, loyalty doesn’t die with the boss.” Luigi clears his throat. “There’s more.” “Spit it out.” He shifts uneasily. “It’s not just Bruce’s crew. Word is, someone else is using this as an opportunity. A group from the South called the Black Eyes; smugglers, maybe mercenaries. They’re not just after Cara; they’re looking to carve out territory.”

“Damn it!” Zitrey turned her back and about to walk when a group of people approached them. It was the Burning Arrow Gang. Some of them have a pinkish bump on their forehead, while others are holding their head like they feel dizzy. They are the people the Owl logo guy encountered and got hit by his things. Seems that the fat Guy called for reinforcement, as the other guys look well.

Only then did Fane flew slightly forward and smilingly spoke, “Haha… Now you guys know what it's like to be anxious? You people must’ve known how the Bloodshed Clan were chasing after us, right? That’s right. Didn’t Angus, Hendrick, and the others return early to notify you people? Why didn’t you guys do anything then? Why should we be in a hurry if you aren’t? We’ve lost so many people, so we’ll now see how long you can hold out, too.” An old man from the Nine Armies was so angry that he almost vomited blood. “Don’t take this too far, young man!” he yelled at Fane. “If you help us, we’ll speak nicely to the people from the Anti-Alliance Guard for you. Everyone will be able to protect or tak

I gripped his shoulders as I glared him down. He didn't even kill the other man. It's not fair! I looked straight into the man's eyes that was holding Brendon. Who is this guy? I growled protectively for Brendon. "My apologies," He said as his eyes held sorrows of his own. "It's okay. I'm Alpha Aaragorn of Blacktail Growlers."

We spend the next hour looking for any slip up the attacker must have made, luckily that fucker wasn’t as smart as we thought him to be. I easily caught sight of a tattoo on his left arm. A gang tattoo… “Zoom into that” I ordered. Fred quickly obeys my instruction and zooms in closer to the guy’s left arm. I was quick to recognize that symbol,It was basically hard not to. I was left dumbfounded because this was the last mafia gang I’d expect that from.

, she said. “That is all you will need, to raise the army against Alaric”, Gaia said. “The packs are already pledged to protect the Royal bloodline”, she told me. “So all we will need to do is call a meeting with the council of elders to summon all the Alphas. Once that is done and they are informed about you and your pup, they will bring their packs together to stand and fight against Alaric and his bloodsuckers”, she said. “But we will need the help of the witches as well”, Nana said.

(Lisa's POV) I walked around the clan, feeling so excited to be here. There were lots of training grounds to learn martial arts and how to handle guns too. When Alessio showed me around the clan, I couldn't even count the number of guns, dangerous weapons, and explosive bombs they had. I guess the mafia world sometimes calls their clan the underworld because it’s filled with all the dangerous things you could find. Alessio said he needed to attend to something, which was why I was taking a walk and going through the places he had shown me.

The large gang of riders and drivers they had brought with them filled the small street and once the engines had been cut, a deafening silence filled the sticky air. “Gabriel Grayson, Alpha of the infamous renegades, it’s good to see you again.” Dynamite Al dismounts from his bike, the short chubby half-wolf grins and greets me. “Your boys tell me you got some trouble. I didn’t believe it at first because you are the trouble.”