On the battlefield.
Kerim was leading his troops against Tian Yao's 119th Legion. The 119th was also an elite legion, fully equipped with level 140 Dark Gold Sets and level 140 gold accessory sets.
Kerim's elite players were equally well-equipped as the Iron Blood Brotherhood's forces. Both sides were elites, so it came down to whose battlefield command and player quality were superior.
The 119th Legion was utterly defeated in that regard!
Kerim had personally selected his elite subordinates. Their fighting spirit, mechanics, and teamwork all far surpassed those of the 119th Legion.
A full legion of ten thousand had been crushed in just eight minutes. As the force holding the front line, this greatly boosted the confidence of the Eight Nation Alliance players on the battlefield.
"Who else? Who else from the Iron Blood Brotherhood dares fight us?" Kerim's fighting spirit was at its peak. He had defeated twelve Iron Blood Brotherhood forces in a row without feeling the slightest fatigue, and he still wanted to keep fighting.
"Kill~!"
At that moment, overwhelming roars reached Kerim's ears from sixty meters away.
Kerim focused his gaze and saw a force of Iron Blood Brotherhood players, all Shamans, charging toward him.
"Ha ha, good timing." Kerim roared, raising the longsword in his hand. "Attention, everyone. More people are here to deliver equipment to us."
"Ha ha." More than ten thousand of his subordinates laughed, mockingly watching the newly charging players. Yet as this group drew closer, Kerim and his men suddenly sensed an approaching killing intent.
"Careful, this group is different from the others," Kerim roared.
"Figured it out too late." Wan Zhonghui fixed his eyes on Kerim. When he reached thirty meters away, he suddenly activated the Shaman's pounce skill and instantly appeared before Kerim. The level 140 Dark Gold