In the guild channel, notifications continuously refreshed across their panels. Phoenix, Red Wolf, and fifteen other strongholds had fallen almost simultaneously, leaving millions of Alfonso's guild players frozen in shock.
The blow to morale was devastating. They had thought that since they had held back the Iron Blood Brotherhood at Hydra Stronghold for five hours, they only needed to endure and the rear strongholds would remain safe. But now all their efforts had been wasted. Dragon Wings players under Ayala had launched sneak attacks from the rear, and they had lost the two most important strategic locations, Phoenix Stronghold and Red Wolf Stronghold. They no longer knew how to fight.
Alfonso and his advisory team were dumbfounded as well.
"Who can tell me where Ayala's more than three million subordinates came from? Where did they come from?" Alfonso glared furiously at the vice presidents behind him.
More than twenty vice presidents lowered their heads, and no one answered. They could not understand how Ayala had pulled it off either. At the same time, they secretly cursed Alfonso. He never gave them any authority normally, so what was the point of asking them now that something had gone wrong?
Alfonso knew asking them was useless too. He raised his head to look at Lu Yang and cursed through gritted teeth, "I will never surrender. Now let's see who cracks first. Isn't it just fifteen strongholds? I still have twenty-four strongholds. I can afford to drag this out. I'm just afraid you can't."
Lu Yang snorted coldly at Alfonso. Just as he was about to speak—
World Channel—Bloodied Angel: Elena, my goddess, I am willing to give everything for you. I hereby announce that the fifty thousand members of Angel Guild pledge loyalty to Goddess Elena and Dragon Wings Guild. I have