"Boss!"
The scout player hurriedly added, "The people from Blackwater Company said they're giving you only ten minutes. If they don't see you, they'll start clearing the area!"
"Clearing the area?" Scott laughed in fury as he tightened his grip on his longbow. "What an arrogant claim! There aren't even a hundred of them, and they dare say they'll clear us out?"
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"Don't be rash, Scott!" Kevin grabbed him. "The scout said they're all wearing Dark Gold Set equipment, and they even have Epic-grade equipment! That means they aren't an ordinary unit. They're Blackwater Company's trump card—the Elite Squad used for breaking through defenses and decapitating enemy leaders!"
"So what if they're the trump card?" a newly joined warrior player roared. "We have five thousand people! We can drown them with numbers!"
"Right! Let's fight them!"
The several thousand newly joined players had finally found hope. The fury of being bullied by an outside enemy ignited the fire in their blood in an instant.
The atmosphere across the plaza was like a barrel of gunpowder set ablaze, ready to explode at any moment.
"Silence."
Roderick's voice held a strange magic that instantly quelled all the boiling rage and uproar.
He ignored the enemies shouting provocations and did nothing to pacify the agitated crowd. He merely turned to look at Scott.
"How's the reorganization going?"
"Huh?" Scott froze, completely unable to follow Roderick's train of thought, but he still answered instinctively. "Reporting, boss! The first batch of five hundred warriors has been assembled, and I'll lead them personally! Macron has also put together a three-hundred-man scout unit! Kevin is distributing equipment to the mages and priests!"
"That's enough."
Roderick nodded, then started walking toward the western entrance indicated by the scout.
"Boss!" Scott hurried after him. "We're going