Light Snow's analysis was clear and incisive. It instantly doused the Dragon Soaring Dynasty members' burning desire to seize a city and rule it.
After all, what good was taking an empty city?
Thousands upon thousands of Yan Country players would come to North America. Whoever controlled their supplies would be the one calling the shots!
"Did you get that?" Dragon Soaring World swept his gaze across the group, his voice turning stern. "Stop acting like bandits who've never seen the world. Think bigger!"
"Got it!" they answered in unison, convinced this time.
"Then get moving! Everyone, tally the spoils, organize your teams, and prepare to leave!"
At Dragon Soaring World's command, the entire guild sprang into action, running like a well-oiled machine.
Up on the city wall, Scott, Kevin, and the others watched warily.
"What are they doing? Counting their people? Are they about to attack?" A North American player tightened his grip on his weapon.
"Something's off." Kevin leaned against the battlement, brows knitted. "They're heading the wrong way. They aren't moving toward us at all."
Scott noticed it too.
Instead of advancing, the Dragon Soaring Dynasty force began an orderly withdrawal. Their formation remained tight, but they showed no sign of preparing for battle.
"They're leaving?" Scott could hardly believe his eyes.
They were just walking away from a city they could take for the asking?
What were these Yan Country players thinking?
"Boss..." Scott turned with difficulty toward Roderick, who had remained silent throughout.
Roderick kept his eyes on the departing Dragon Soaring Dynasty force.
Only when it disappeared beyond the horizon did he finally speak.
"Looks like the Divine Oracle was right. They really aren't our enemies."
"Kevin, Scott, count the casualties and reinforce our defenses. This war isn't over."
Thirty li away lay