They were wearing leather clothes and wielding old iron swords. The beginners began to enter into the war. The prestigious guilds were the revolting scum of the earth with their oppression and tyranny. They advanced to stop them and they would never give up Morata to them.
The Continent of Versailles was a harsh and rugged place to travel in!
Hunting a deer was like a boss monster to beginners. There was also the heart pounding feeling of wandering around a field and discovering a dungeon. People say that the central continent was a good place to hunt but they never got the chance to hunt. In various areas, beginners had to bow their heads to the prestigious guilds to avoid offending them. They had to pay money if they wanted to hunt. They couldn't say anything even if the hunting toll increased. A single dagger would have a 50% tax rate, and even a severe 70% tax rate. They wanted to have their freedom. Their reasons for traveling the continent were different. But now was the time for them to fight. They only had leather armor, a sword, and some barley bread that they ate sparingly as they traveled to the north.
Then a story passed through the beginner community a few weeks ago. Various beginners put their experiences together and shared information since they had all undergone the same tearful pains of trying to earn money from rabbit leather. These beginners began to read some posts. Here were some of the rumors.
-Grass Porridge Cult recruiting unlimited number of beginners at no cost!
-It's a organization that is secretly sponsered by Weed.
-The Lord does not exploit the Tower of Light, The Statue of Freya, or any of the beginners of their jobs or rights.
In the scale of four weeks, they gathered an enormous number of beginners from all over the Continent of Versailles in Morata.Tens of thousands would be fighting scarecrows since then.
"We can fight."
"Get up and defend our freedom!"
The city of Morata led a bitter battle atmosphere as they charged ahead. The people of Morata had absolute loyalty and supported each other. Beginners would have their leather clothes repaired for free as well as free packaged food. They had become stronger from relentlessly beating on the scarecrows. The Geomchi sword masters began lectures aimed towards beginners. It didn't matter if they had spend weeks of training. They had been waiting for this moment to fight.
"Let's go!"
"It's time to fight."
An army of beginners poured through Morata's gates!
Ten thouand, twenty thousand, thirty thousand...
Tens of twenty of waves poured out. They continued coming out of the gates without any sign of decline. Morata was the place that beginners gathered on the Continent of Versailles. There were people that had walked all the way from the central continent to those that started in Morata. They were lined up all the way to the castle. The entire area was filled with beginners! In the midst of the Northern Alliance getting attacked by the Kallamore Knights, the army of beginners suddenly attacked. Mapan rushed around giving commands.
"Do not let the front line break! Support as much as possible. Shoot to kill! Do not hesitate to die because the 1.2 million other Grass Porridge Cult members will avenge you."
The Grass Porridge Cult began to move in groups of 32 members to fight. The power in their beginner swords were very humble. They were barely wearing any armor unlike the Northern Alliance members. These common soldiers were formidable opponents. Their levels ranged from 30 to 50 but they did not have any regard for their lives. They were still complete beginners in the field of fighting.
"Get them in the chest!"
"Attack their legs."
"Chuck axes at their heads!"
Every time there was a successful attack a beginner would scream out in death! It was clear to them that they were dying. However, the users began to panic. The number of beginners did not stop coming. There was a severe level difference of 100 so it was not hard to kill them. However, once you kill one, then two would show up and then after than three more would show up. In such a large crowd they could not relax for a moment. The Kallamore Knights had the power of about half of the Northern Alliance with the exception of the ordinary soldiers. In the crazed battle, the organized beginners pushed them back with their insanity.
"Grass Porridge! Grass Porridge! Grass Porridge!"
"Kill the invaders."
"Our lives are worth nothing. We can do nothing but benefit from killing them and taking their items that drop!"
Beginners began their frantic full body assault!
In the air there was a large number of units all over the wall. It was a frightening thing to see. There were a large number of containers filled with arrows!
"Shoot the arrows!"
Even though they were novice archers, mages, and clerics, arrows were still a big threat. The users with low defense would not be able to defend themselves in the confusion.
"Fireball!"
"Ice bolt!"
"Fireball!"
Novice mages magical attacks!
Mages all over Morata's wall began to ruthlessly rain down magic on the enemy units. The novice mages magical power could not be ignored. The elementalist started to show up as well.
"Faithful stone servant come forth and defeat my enemy."
"Shake the ground and churn the soil!"
They rained down stones that lowered the durability, defense, and attack of swords and armors. Archers also had their bows cracked and broken. Frequently, the ground would crack and swallow up the users of the Northern Alliance. Of course they could climb back up but the stamina consumption was huge. Moreover, the spirits listened to every command that they gave. Suddenly the earth changed into a swamp and an arm appeared dragging ankles into the soil. The users of the Northern Alliance began to curse.
"These beginners are getting cheeky."
"They're garbage. Slice them apart!"
"Just because you have all gathered together, what makes you think you can do anything?"
The difference in levels could not help much so around beginners would drop like leaves. It was difficult to kill 1 to 2 people of the Northern Alliance. However, it turned into a battlefield in other parts of the Northern Alliance. Not all of Morata was low level users. The prestigious guilds from the central continent did not pay close enough attention! The high level users fought together in the north. They had mobilized large numbers of beginners to hide themselves.They then began their assault alongside the novices. The users fought together in Morata to tie down the enemies. Even the Geomchis were mixed among the beginners.
"Why are there so many openings?"
Geomchi150 would appear everytime the beginners would launch an attack. He could precisely see the gap in which to stab his sword into.
-You have struck a fatal blow!
The users of the Northern Alliance would angrily wave their swords at Geomchi150 but they never even reached him.
"They need to learn how to swing a sword from scratch."
-You have struck a fatal blow!