Building My Empire in the Frozen Apocalypse (Riley Carter) novel Chapter 245

Her situation was undeniably grim.

While her Strength and Constitution could crush any individual, being kited like a world boss was exhausting.

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Her Cloak of Vitality’s passive regen was powerful, but it couldn’t keep up with twenty focused attackers using a rotation system.

vone in WarWolf this stubborn?!”

ctuary VP watched as Riley sent another Assassin flying with an axe strike. “How much is BloodWolf paying you guys to die est?!”

arWolf really going to burn their bridges with Sanctuary over one loot drop?

ding behind the rock, Riley paused for a second.

WarWolf? She hadn’t even given them a name.

Then, she couldn’t help but let out a dry laugh.

She was driving WarWolf bikes, and since the Drifters hadn’t talked, the news of the stolen vehicles hadn’t spread. Naturally, she was being flagged as a WarWolf elite.

Well… these guys certainly have an imagination.

But if they wanted to believe a lie, she was happy to play the part.

“Burn bridges?”

Riley stepped out, her axes trailing blood in the snow.

“You think a bunch of bottom–feeders like you have the right to bargain with WarWolf?

“Our Master said it! Today, this Platinum belongs to the Wolf!

“Touch it, and we’ll take your

hands!

“Let’s see who’s next in line to die!!”

The classic “villain monologue,” combined with her blood–drenched appearance, made her look more like a WarWolf psycho than the real ones.

ement’s face turned purple with rage.

ant!

this time!

Kill this lunatic! Strip her gear! We’re taking those bikes!”

saw red.

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Chapter 245 The WarWolf Mask

The attacks became suicidal, with players trading their own health just to land a hit on her.

The pressure on Riley tripled.

Gashes began to appear on her skin; the cloak was working overtime, but the rate of new injuries surpassed the healing.

A poison arrow caught her in the left arm; though it didn’t hit bone, the numbing sensation slowed her reaction time.

“Die!”

A Rogue caught the opening, his dagger shimmering with toxic energy as he lunged for Riley’s lower back.

“Get lost!”

Riley roared, twisting her torso and using her axe handle to parry the blade, but she still took a shallow cut.

Blood stained the green fabric of her cloak.

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The perimeter was closing in; Riley was being pushed back toward the beam of the Platinum Chest.

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“She’s breaking!”

“One last push, finish her!”

Holy_Judgement watched Riley stumble, a cruel smile touching his lips.

He stayed at the rear, directing his men to drain the last of Riley’s stamina.

As a veteran commander, he knew the danger of a cornered beast.

“A few more minutes and she’s dead meat.”

He was already fantasizing about the promotion he’d get for securing a Platinum Chest and two snowmobiles.

Before Riley could counter–attack, two arrows whistled toward her face.

Riley was forced to duck, a bolt grazing her cheek and tearing a hole in her hood.

“Dammit… I got a bit too cocky.”

Riley panted, her eyes still fierce, but her mind was calculating the timer.

PineappleBeer needed three more minutes.

If she lost the offensive and got pinned by the slow effects, she would be ground down by the numbers.

She couldn’t stop attacking; she had to break their rotation.

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