Guild Wars Novels & Stories

SOPHIA POV The air was stiff while taking a walk with Xylah, this was because none of us wanted to be in the same company as each other.. As we walked, I heard noises and cheers going on in the distance. "What's that noise?" I asked. "They are recruiting new wolves to join the army," she replied. "You do not want to go there, the men there will be covered in their own sweat and blood," she complains. "Yuck right?" She asked but stopped talking when she noticed my interest. "Oh I forgot, you used to be a beta, those are your thing," she mumbles.

She then repeated the same motions only without the shield, just to see how much her speed had been affected. The fifteen minutes came and went in a flash. Janet opened up a private conversation with Melinda. "Come on Melly, show me what you can do with that beast." "Alright. I'm kind of curious as well if my cousin's work can stand up to a real fight." The both of them paired up and entered matchmaking for one of Iron Spirit's larger game mode, the Wartorn Instances. It simulated real battlefield circumstances, as most mech battles between the smaller human states employed at least a few dozen mechs. Wartorn Instances usually played out as a team deathmatch mode with an impressive amount of

“I divided the Gammas into two categories. GammaW (GW) and GammaC (GC). The first one is the warriors. The second is the computer guys. Now either you can have a general Gamma as a leader for both or a different one for each section. I prefer the latter. And I would like you to think of dismissing the Gamma as my bodyguard. What do you think?” “I’d prefer two. And removing your bodyguard, no. There is no way.” “Then place a common warrior as my bodyguard. Let poor Nathan do his other duties.” “I’ll think of it, but I’m not promising anything. He’s my best warrior.” “Ok, we’ll talk about that later. Now the Gammas all together are working for security, either the GW with training, patrols, or

An inner disciple from a holy grade clan suddenly shouted at the warriors from the third-grade worlds, "What do you know? We just don't want to bother you guys. Are your ears itching because you haven't been shouted at? Will you only be happy if we mock you a few times? "The top three places in the slaughter game will always belong to the second-grade worlds. There'll never be anyone from a third-grade world! You're dreaming here. You're just lumps of trash bags! All you're good at is bragging!" This time, the warriors from the third-grade worlds were in a complete uproar. Those words were just far too ugly. The insults had never been so bad before.