Gagaro's main force had been damaged in the last major battle, so this was the perfect chance to replenish their equipment. Olma immediately said, "Gagaro and Tulabi, each of you will lead two million men out to harass those occupying our strongholds. Black Edge and Purple-Gold Giant will stay here with me to deal with Lu Yang."
"Yes." Gagaro and Tulabi kept their expressions unchanged, but they were delighted inside. They quickly left the stronghold hall to gather their players.
Black Edge and Purple-Gold Giant were somewhat dissatisfied, but for the greater good, neither of them made an issue of it. The only thing troubling Black Edge was that Gagaro and Tulabi had taken four million main-force players with them.
"Will losing four million main-force players leave gaps in our defenses?" Black Edge asked.
Olma thought for a moment and said, "The gaps really are a problem."
Ma Jingming sighed and said, "Why not let me bring my main force over to fill the gap? We may not be as strong as you, but we can hold them off for a while. If the enemy attacks too fiercely, you can rush over to support us. What do you think?"
Olma considered it, but still shook his head. "Withdraw the defensive lines at Dark Moon Stronghold and Purgatory Fortress. We'll only defend around Black Gauze, Ruins, and Scorched Earth Strongholds. We'll concentrate our strength against Lu Yang. Once I defeat Lu Yang's worthless affiliated guilds, we'll fight him in a decisive battle."
Ma Jingming was somewhat disappointed. He still had not earned Olma's trust. He sent Lu Yang a message reporting the situation. "Sorry, Olma still doesn't trust me."
Lu Yang had long expected this outcome. Smiling, he said, "Don't worry about it. As long as you can send the information