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Global Survival: I Have Endless Skeletons

Chapter 373: Garron, Silver Crest Guild Master.
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Chapter 373: Garron, Silver Crest Guild Master.

"What did you say?" Garron asked in a deep voice. "You are telling us we are surrounded?"

His piercing gaze stared directly into the scout’s eyes as if trying to bore deep into his soul.

The scout trembled, and his heart pounded heavily against his chest. Everyone knew Garron, their guild master, was a bloodthirsty individual.

For any small mistake, he would give the highest punishment. Many feared him and did not want to appear in his presence.

Many had been sent to dangerous missions because they offended their guild master.

Even at that, many did not hesitate to join the Silver Crest Guild. As one of the strongest forces in the Crimson Dunes, lone awakeners had no choice but to join them.

On the first floor, many were not compelled to join guilds since they could hunt beasts and level up personally. But since the second floor needed each individual to complete a trial to ascend, everything changed.

This forced the lone fighters to align with bigger forces just for a chance to find clues for their trials.

And with that advantage, guild leaders like Garron took the opportunity to prey on weaker awakeners to satiate their fetishes.

Looking at the trembling scout, Garron clicked his tongue in annoyance. "How is this possible? Why could those on patrol not detect this?"

His sharp gaze roamed the surroundings, and everyone averted their gazes. Seeing this, fury burned in his heart.

He wished to lash out at them and show them why he was feared, but the raging sound of battle was drawing closer and closer to them.

The night around their camp no longer felt silent.

It felt like something huge was tightening its grip around them.

The dunes in the distance trembled from time to time, and faint screams carried through the wind before being swallowed by the desert.

"After this is over, I will deal with you all," he spat and shifted his attention to his men.

"Kaien, do you have any idea what is going on?" he asked, staring at the young man covered in a black cloak standing a couple of feet behind him.

Kaien did not respond immediately. As an Assassin, his perception was sharper than others, and he could sense the beasts around them were far from ordinary.

He had gone to inspect the other side of the dune, and when he laid eyes on the beasts, his instinct flared.

This alone puzzled him.

This was not the first time he had encountered powerful beasts, but this was the first time his instinct screamed of danger.

The shapes moving beneath the moonlight were not like ordinary desert beasts.

Their movements were too coordinated.

Their silence was too unnatural.

And this was the reason he had been cautious.

Finally, he opened his mouth and spoke. His voice was hoarse, difficult to determine if this was his real voice or not.

"Guild Leader, I will suggest we break the blockage now. Since those behind them have yet to attack us, this is our opportunity to break free."

"If we miss this opportunity, we might not have such a chance again," he concluded.

Hmm?

Garron creased his brow for a moment and nodded. "You are right. We will do as you suggested."

He shifted his gaze and looked at his men.

"Gather everyone. We are moving now." His voice was not loud, but every member of the Silver Crest Guild present heard him perfectly.

"We of the Silver Crest do not fear anyone or anything. Today, we cut through the enemies and enter Mantis Town."

With the current situation, their plan to wait until Black Water revealed himself or chaos erupted in Mantis Town was no longer useful.

They needed to move now.

Quickly, guild members gripped their weapons, their expressions solemn as they looked at the dune in the distance.

Tension gripped everyone’s heart.

The air was heavy and suffocating.

Some swallowed hard.

Some tightened their armor.

Some silently checked the potions hanging at their waists.

No one dared speak loudly.

Even those who usually boasted about their strength felt their throats drying beneath the cold pressure spreading from the dunes.

"Move out," Garron commanded, and close to fifty awakeners rushed toward the dune with their faces burning with determination.

In the lead was Garron. In his hand was a massive butcher knife. Such a strange weapon was rare among awakeners, yet this was the deadly weapon of the Silver Crest Guild Master.

The butcher knife was wider than an ordinary blade and darker than common steel.

Dried blood seemed to have seeped into the edges over the years, giving it a faint crimson sheen under the three bloody moons.

Before the main force of the Silver Crest arrived, the scouts had already scouted ahead and searched for the escape route. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

"Kill everything in your path."

As they climbed the dune, Garron shouted, boosting the guild’s morale.

The Silver Crest members roared in response. Their voices broke the silence of the desert, carrying over the dune like a challenge.

However, the moment they reached the upper slope, many felt their courage waver.

Below the dune, shadows moved.

Too many shadows.

Dark shells reflected the dim moonlight.

Curved tails rose quietly from the sand.

Cold, lifeless eyes stared at them from the darkness.

The Silver Crest Guild members finally saw what had surrounded them.

Dune Scorpions.

Not one.

Not ten.

Hundreds.

Worse, their bodies carried a deathly stillness that made every experienced awakener realize these were not ordinary beasts.

Garron heard him, and his grip tightened around his butcher knife.

"Then cut them down," he growled.

....

...

Hundreds of meters from the Silver Crest Guild, the tenth group stood. Their expressions were somewhat relaxed compared to the Silver Crest Guild.

"Young Lord, the Silver Crest Guild has begun their charge out of the desert," a scout on one knee reported to a young man draped in a gray robe.

The young man draped in a gray robe, who was the Young Lord, was bald with deep eyes. No one could tell what he was thinking.

His gaze locked onto the distance for a couple of seconds without speaking.

’This should not have happened.’

’How did they survive?’

’Is it possible someone is sabotaging our plans?

But who?’

Since they received help from the unknown benefactor, they thought their plan had taken one step further.

But now, they realized their plan had failed completely.

That made him and everyone in their guild furious. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

But when the news of Black Water with unlimited resources appeared in Mantis Town, the guild could no longer hide in the dark to control the game.

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