Just as Dennis had said, at their level, they were bound to have many subordinates following them. Once Dennis lost power, those people would lose their support as well. For their own sake, they would follow Dennis in search of a better way out.
Three days later.
At 8 PM in Argentina, which was 7 AM in China, the Iron Blood Brotherhood players were either just logging out to sleep or had yet to wake up and enter the game.
Sailang lounged inside the gate tower of Magic Lizard Stronghold, watching the boring scenery outside while savoring a fine aged wine brewed in the game.
"Ah~!" Sailang took a sip and said with satisfaction, "That hits the spot."
Dario, a main Legion Commander drinking beside him, clinked glasses with him and said excitedly, "Once I save up enough money, I'm definitely buying a real bottle."
The wine in the game could perfectly replicate the taste of real alcohol and even make players feel drunk, but the dizziness vanished as soon as they logged out.
Another Legion Commander, Mammoth, asked, "Are we going out again today?"
"Of course," Sailang said. "In another half hour, we'll head out for drinks. There won't be any war at this hour. It's 6 AM on Sanyou Weimen's side, the middle of the night for Olma, and only Jerz, Roland, and Tom are active. They wouldn't dare fight us."
Roland was caught between all the guilds in the central region, and this war had little to do with him, so he would not easily mobilize. As for Jerz and Tom, Tom had yet to recover, while Jerz was still recuperating.
Sailang was not only a vice president but also Claudio's relative. Otherwise, he would never have become the commander-in-chief of logistics. This was also one reason