Chapter 218 Advance Broadcasting
Grave closed his status as he reached the city gate.
Dhruv waved at him. "Brother, only a few of them are here right now, but they should be sufficient to convey information to others."
He glanced around and saw all the previous team leaders and the branch manager were there with many more players that he did not know about. They must be part of the forces Dhruv trained. Beside them, he also saw Vice and Mike standing at the back of the group.
All of them said in unison, "Good morning, sir!"
He nodded and looked at the branch manager. The guy staring at him with puffed eyes. Beside him were 4 secretaries. He asked them, "Tell me the exact number of forces in the city."
One secretary said, "Sir, there are 1551 players with fighting classes and 981 people with lifestyle classes."
"Mm," he nodded while rubbing his chin and asked, "What is the estimate of blaze guild forces?"
The branch manager said, "If they attack with a similar pattern, their number will be 3000."
He rubbed his forehead. "Even with all the numbers added, we are less than them." He glanced at the lifestyle leader that was shivering and sighed. "Well, no point adding lifestyle players. We will fight with 1500 troops. "
All the heads nodded their head.
Dhruv said at this, "Brother, this war is much dependent on how to deal with the opponent commander: Yellow Sun. All of them have that weird ball made of fire. One of that attacks can easily destroy around 500 if we are lucky."
Grave asked, "Do you have any plan against him?"
"We can try some long-range attack to stop the skill process, but I don't think it will be much help."
"So we need some kind of defense to protect or an attack with the same intensity, okay?" He paused as he felt everyone gaze at him.
Dhruv asked while jumping, "Brother, do you have anything to deal with him?"
He shook his head, crushing everyone's expectations. "Not for now. I still need to challenge the trail temple, after all."
"WHAT!" the branch manager shouted at him. The manager approached him and grabbed his shirt collar. "What in the hell you are thinking all this time? Just fcking challenge the temple fast."
"Calm down, manager!" he freed himself from the manager's grip and looked at Dhruv. "Make me part of the war. I will try to get some kind of handy powers. You only have to focus on defense at the start. We will discuss the future plan once I am there."
Dhruv nodded to him.
He glanced at the other. All of them had blank, helpless look on their face. It was like they had given up on the war.
He looked at the lifestyle leader, not caring about them, and said, "I want all the lifestyle players in the city arena."
The lifestyle leader looked at him in confusion, "Sir, can you tell me why we need to be present in Arena?"
"Haa, of course, to scream my name there."
All the players looked at him dumb fold. He turned to the branch manager and said, "How much have we made in the past month from all the shops?"
The branch manager looked at one of his secretaries. She came forward and said, "Sir, we made approx 600 gold. After deducting the player's salary and raw material costs. The profit is around 150-200 gold."
"This is low," he looked at the branch manager and said, "Manger, I want you to apply for the advance broadcast of the war."
The manager's jaw dropped. "Are you mad? Do you even know the cost of an advance broadcast? It's 3 platinum (300 gold). You want to spend that kind of money on a tier 1 war! We don't have this kind of money."
He sighed at this question. In the city war, there were two kinds of technology. First, the basic one that only showed the visual. The NPCs used this mana technology in every tier 1 and tier 2 city war.
But there was an advanced version that even recorded players' voices. NPCs used this technology in Tier 3 and above city wars as NPCs there were pretty rich.
Tier 2 and tier 1 cities could also use the advance broadcast, but they needed to pay from their end. Actually, there was not much need for the advanced broadcast but… He glanced at Mike. This was his last gamble on him.
He said to the branch manager in a deep tone, "Do as I say to you."
The manager said in a low tone, "But we don't have that much money. We have to cut the player's salary this month."
As the manager said, all the players stared at the Grave in anger. Nobody wanted any deduction after this much hard work.
"Why do we have to suffer?"
"Yeah, there's no need to do an advance broadcast."
"I don't want to fight now?"
"These brothers have other support, but what about us?"...
Many of them started whispering among themselves. The branch manager hid the smile on his face. He was sure that they were going to lose this war, now he need to make sure that he gain support from the player to land himself a splendid position in the new city.
Grave clicked his tongue and looked at the branch manager. "Who said anything about cutting their money? Take all my profit and pay the price. As for the last 100 gold asked someone from the guild or you pay that manager."
The manager froze. "Sir, I don't have that much money."
"I don't care. Just beg someone from the guild, then."
The manager asked, "But why do we need the advance broadcast?"
He rubbed his forehead in annoyance and asked in a loud voice, "Someone give me the manager's family detail. I want to do some live casting there."
The manager jumped on his legs, "Wait no sir, I will arrange the money. Please leave my family. You cannot harm them."
Grave smiled and shook his head. "Why the fck did you not listen when I tell you politely?" He looked around and asked, "Does anyone have a problem with my decision?"
All the players looked down and said nothing. This was the way Abyss handles things.
He looked at Mike and moved close to him. He grabbed him by his face and moved his face in front of him and said, "This is the last chance I am giving you guys. Scream your heart out in the war. If you did not get that even after the war, then get ready to pay me back." He opened his hand and Mike fell to the ground, shivering.
He turned to Dhruv and said, while pointing to Mike, "These guys will stay next to you all the time and tell Mike about my guild identity."
Dhruv nodded at him.
In excitement, Vice asked at this time, "Boss, what about us?"
He saw the guy did not care about Mike or anyone. Instead, he was jumping with excitement. He smiled at Vice and said, "Stay alive if you want to attend the feast."
Vice nodded while mumbling, "Stay alive, stay alive."
He started walking back to the city and said to all, "Start preparing for the war."
All the guild members stared at him while he disappeared into the city.
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