Gagaro had originally thought that if Lu Yang did not understand the tactics of the central region, they could use counterattacks from within the tunnels to firmly pin Lu Yang down along this front and prevent him from advancing even an inch.
Even if they died, there were villages nearby. They could sacrifice their levels and still hold their positions. But Gagaro had never expected Lu Yang to understand their tactics so well, much less devise a counterstrategy using his numerical advantage. For a moment, Gagaro was at a loss.
He could neither send people from the other directions to reinforce them nor watch Lu Yang break through the defensive line so easily. After weighing his options, he decided against sending reinforcements. He ordered the players to revive on the spot and defend the second line closer to Lalbagh Stronghold, making the personnel even more concentrated.
Looking at the map, he said to the player beside him, "It's time for you to take the field. Show the Iron Blood Brotherhood what you're capable of."
"Hmph!" The man snorted and left with a cold expression.
If Ma Jingming had seen him, he would surely have sighed in surprise. No wonder there had been no news of this man—he had been stationed here.
This man was called Blood Skull. He was the Legion Commander of Olma's only Mad Lion Legion, a force of thirty thousand players. The legion was exceptionally powerful, especially Blood Skull himself. Covered in tattoos and never smiling, his expression was deeply intimidating.
"Roar!"
In the inner city of Pink Stronghold, Blood Skull roared and transformed into the Lion King. He led thirty thousand Mad Lion players out from the rear of the stronghold, only to run headlong into the Blood Wolf Legion, which had been looking for a