Olma stared at Sanyou Weimen in shock and shouted, "Think of something, quick."
Radvijev, Stephen, and the others also looked at Sanyou Weimen. During more than two consecutive weeks of major battles, Sanyou Weimen had repeatedly gained the advantage through his on-the-spot ingenuity. The others had come to see him as the foremost strategist of this war, so they simply could not accept that he had admitted defeat.
"Damn it, think of something!" Radvijev roared.
Sanyou Weimen remained silent, only staring blankly at the battlefield.
At the very heart of the battlefield, Lu Yang had already led the Iron Blood Brotherhood into the fray. First wave of attacks: 40,000 catapults destroyed!
Second wave of attacks: all the mages of the allied Forbidden Spell Mage Corps dead!
Third wave of attacks: most of the ordinary players among the seven million were scattered.
Fourth wave of attacks: the two million players inside Tiger's Maw Fortress were trapped from both ends. Most of the healers were killed, leaving them stuck in the canyon, unable to move.
By the third wave of attacks, the alliance of the seven great guilds had collapsed. Even Sanyou Weimen, Radvijev, and the others were fleeing in all directions.
Looking toward where Radvijev and the others were, Lu Yang said to Ku Ai Bansheng, "Take your people and hold the exit of Tiger's Maw. Everyone else, follow me and give chase."
"Yes." Ku Ai Bansheng had barely responded when he realized that, among his 500,000 players, his own troops had already charged to the front.
A Legion Commander at the head of the charge was desperately pursuing Radvijev, roaring in a heavy Sichuan accent, "You bastard, stop right there! I'm going to smash you to death today!"
Lu Yang was amused. "What's going on? Who is that?"
Ku Ai