'Realistically speaking, what are the chances that I managed to beat Champion in a fair battle?'
Azrael thought, recalling the few times he had seen them display their power on full stop.
A subtle smile spread across his lips a moment later.
"Yeah, if I play fair, there is no chance to slow them down even for a single minute."
Using the VR gear, he opened a popup informing him how many more Chosen were in the game.
The Crimson Accord had 38. The Iron Howl had 9, and the Ashen Vow a measly four.
Since the few members of the Iron Howl weren't at their base, he assumed that they had gone after the Crimson Accord in an attempt to get their flag back only to fail miserably.
A second later their number lowered even more, going from 9 to 8.
"By the time any Chosen appeared, the Iron Howl would have lost most of their players."
Coming up with a plan, he flicked his finger, calling forth Frostflare Flint.
"When in doubt, let it burn." He grinned menacingly.
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