Daniel looked equally dejected. One of the abandoned fortresses was his. He said, "We've already lost. We have to retreat."
With Sharuru Waterfall captured, Iron Blood Brotherhood players could continuously push through from there and attack the completely undefended Golden Rose Fortress.
Now that they had reached level 140, in an era where forbidden spells and lesser forbidden spells were widespread, any fortress without defenses worth at least fifty million Credit Points had no defensive capability at all.
A single wave of forbidden spells could kill every player inside a fortress. Such a fortress was impossible to defend. Moreover, even if they wanted to defend it, they needed people. Donny's Water Emperor Guild in Indonesia had only two million players, and there was no way they could hold against Lu Yang personally leading a full-force assault.
If they pulled troops from the other five regions, such as the Luma Highlands, then moving fewer than five hundred thousand players would guarantee defeat against Lu Yang. Moving more than five hundred thousand would inevitably cause the battlefield in that region to collapse.
Once a battlefield collapsed, the entire front would crumble. They would lose even more equipment, and player morale would sink even lower. If Iron Blood Brotherhood established a cycle of attacks, then with too much level 140 Dark Gold equipment dropping, Iron Blood Brotherhood would be fully capable of seizing every fortress belonging to the Eight Nation Alliance within these three days.
Gaelgar's face was full of unwillingness and helplessness. If he himself had been defeated, he could accept surrendering. But they had lost at the point Gaelgar and the others considered their strongest, with Lu Yang defeating them through even stronger means and causing their overall collapse. The feeling oppressed him to the extreme.
"Damn it, I'm going to