The second group on the left was led by an Orc Phantom Image Warrior player. He held two level-160 Dark Gold Two-Handed Greatswords and wore a full Dark Gold Set, staring coldly in this direction.
According to Tu Feng's information, this man had been groomed by Claudio. His name was Hans, and he was currently targeting Ya Li's group. The upcoming battle would be between the two of them.
As for the third force, it was an Elf Race archer, a handsome male player under Olma's command named Leite.
The last force was the Eight Nation Alliance's remaining strength. They relied on neither side. Their leader was a rugged-looking human male player named Hiddell, a Paladin.
"Since they aren't here to fight, why are you giving them trouble?" Hans walked up to Ya Li and asked coldly.
"Because I feel like it." Ya Li turned and looked at Hans mockingly. "Instead of finding trouble with me, why don't you keep an eye on Hiddell? Otherwise, when he takes the fortress, you'll be crying and begging Claudio for help again."
"Hmph." Hans snorted. "We're all from the former Eight Nation Alliance. Did you have to be so vicious? Do you really think Tom can beat us? Don't forget, our boss already beat Tom badly enough to take half his territory."
Ya Li drew her twin blades. "Then I'll take it back for him."
"You?" Hans sneered.
"And me." Leite stepped forward as well.
As Lu Yang watched the chaotic battle between the various factions, a new idea came to him. In this game, war was ultimately about money. Once the money ran out, a guild would not be far from disbanding.
He signaled to Neff, who replied with an understanding look. "You people can keep arguing. We're going to resupply.