On the main battlefield of Twilight Hills.
The Orc Legion continued its fierce assault. Lu Yang provided support from the sky, healers followed on the ground, and the troops themselves charged forward without hesitation. Although the Iron Blood Brotherhood had 500,000 fewer players than the enemy, they were already showing signs of defeating the Eight Nation Alliance.
Pradhan, president of Bangladesh's Celestial Guild, felt somewhat uneasy when he saw this, but overall, he would not be defeated anytime soon.
"Boss, how about sending out our artifact archers to kill Lu Yang?" Vice President Latna asked.
Just as Pradhan was about to nod, Lu Yang flew back. The three artifact archers did not even get a chance to attack.
Lu Yang knew full well that the enemy had artifact archers. Therefore, he could only operate alone for such a short time. If he stayed any longer and drew the enemy artifact archers closer, he would have to retreat whether he was hit or not. That would look too embarrassing. Now was the best time to fall back.
A flash of light passed.
Lu Yang flew back to Ku Ai Bansheng's forward observation post.
"Boss, you're getting stronger and stronger," Ku Ai Bansheng said admiringly.
"Cut the nonsense," Lu Yang said. "I've taken a liking to your Orc Legion. Protect them well. Don't let a single one die."
Ku Ai Bansheng wore a miserable expression. He had originally planned to sweet-talk Lu Yang a little before sending him away, but Lu Yang did not fall for it and saw through him immediately. He could only say gloomily, "All right, I understand."
Lu Yang laughed. "I'm leaving. Keep up this offensive."
He took out the Teleportation Scepter and flew to the most important battleground of this war—Sharuru Waterfall!
Among the Eight Nation Alliance,