Tiger's Maw Fortress.
After nearly a month of repairs, thirteen of the fifteen walls had been restored, and artisan players were still rushing to build the trebuchets behind each wall.
Behind the final wall was a two-hundred-meter stretch of open ground, with the City Lord's Manor beyond it. The wall itself was packed with trebuchets.
Beneath the wall stood ten thousand fire-type forbidden spell mages. These players worked in Game City and had originally been fighting the Christmas siege monsters. After the battle at Tiger's Maw Fortress, all of them had fallen below Level 160. Only recently had they managed to return to Level 160.
"Why did the boss call us here? There has to be something good waiting for us."
"Yeah, yeah. We haven't received a summons from the boss in ages. Could it be that our bloodlines can finally be resolved?"
"Who knows? When the boss calls us, he's either sending us to kill people or giving us money. Hahaha, either way, it's good."
The crowd chatted noisily, their admiration for Lu Yang overflowing. Blackflame felt quite proud; his boss had always been this respected.
A flash of light appeared atop the wall, revealing Lu Yang. He looked at the players below and smiled in satisfaction. Every one of them had changed into a Level 160 Dark Gold Set, proving that they had all returned to Level 160.
"Attention!" Blackflame shouted.
Bang!
All ten thousand players instantly snapped into military posture. This was Han Zhong's doing. As the Iron Blood Brotherhood had grown larger and larger, discipline had not improved by much. To make management easier, he had discussed it with Lu Yang and begun implementing military-style management within the game.
Blackflame lifted his head and announced loudly, "Boss, the ten thousand men have assembled. Ten thousand