"Yes." The 30,000-strong pure archer force immediately moved forward. These three legions were still made up of only second-class players, and the Bloodline Fruit for third-class archers had yet to become widespread. Even so, they still had a range of 150 meters, enough to suppress enemy ranged players within the 210-to-300-meter range.
"First group, fire!" Li Wan'an, commander of the 66th Archer Legion, shouted.
Ten thousand archers simultaneously fired upward at the 210-meter high ground. They were not using Scatter Shot, but Precision Shot. The moment the words left his mouth, nearly all ten thousand arrows struck their targets. Every ranged archer on the 210-meter high ground who poked out their head to shoot was killed.
"Nicely done," Lu Yang said.
Zhou Tianming said proudly, "The archer players in these three legions are all veterans with three years of archer experience. They are also all the elite archers under my command. I gathered them all together and formed these three legions."
The Iron Blood Brotherhood's greatest strength was that most of its domestic players had risen alongside Lu Yang. Among them, many had played only one class, unlike other players who switched classes whenever they felt their current one was not fun.
Once they switched classes, they might have been able to catch up in level, but their understanding of the class would still lag far behind others. Especially in a game like Second World, which required players to truly immerse themselves in their roles, those who had played archers for three years could practically achieve Hundred Shots. Even if they could not hit directly, they would use arcing shots or other firing methods. Their grasp of force was clearly different from archers who had played for only one or two years.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
The rain of arrows produced