That roar, full of fierce exhilaration, struck two places like an invisible sledgehammer.
One was the hearts of every Dragon Soaring Dynasty member.
The other was the ears of the thousands of players fighting desperately to hold Rust City's walls.
"Roar!"
Blood War Eight Wastelands froze for a split second, then snapped back to himself. His rugged face flushed crimson with excitement, and the veins in his neck bulged like those of an enraged bull!
He slammed his massive axe into the ground and cursed at the brothers still standing dazed behind him.
"What the hell are you all staring at? Did you forget the guild leader's orders? Three minutes! Hold them for three damn minutes!"
"If anyone screws this up, I won't wait for the guild leader to get back. I'll kick him out of the guild myself!"
That roar jolted everyone awake.
That was right!
Their guild leader was out there alone, carving them a path through an army!
And they were standing around in a daze?
A fire of shame, admiration, and fervor exploded in every Dragon Soaring Dynasty member's chest!
"Hold the line!"
"For the guild leader!"
"Fuck! Show these bastards what Dragon Soaring Dynasty can do!"
The Shield Wall that had been on the verge of collapse became unbreakable once more.
A dozen or so Shield Warriors roared and threw every ounce of their strength behind their shields, forcing a flood of Fallen Ones several times their number back beyond the line!
The mages and Archers behind them went completely wild!
They gave up careful aim and every trick for conserving mana, hurling their most powerful area spells forward as if they cost nothing!
For a moment, Dragon Soaring Dynasty's tiny position became a War Fortress firing on all fronts, tearing a wound through the