The battle lasted through the entire night. Olma watched Gagaro and Tulabi suffer their crushing defeat through the livestream at the earliest opportunity.
"We have to send another legion to support them. We have to support them. We can't let any more people die." Olma had already gone mad.
The equipment for four million people would reduce his stockpile by one-fifth. The loss cut too deeply, and he could not accept it.
What he found even more unacceptable was that there had not only been ambushes near the stronghold, but also at the surrounding respawn points. Those four million players had died five times before escaping the area around Purple Bird Stronghold. Gagaro fled back to Black Sand Stronghold in a panic with fewer than three hundred thousand men, and Olma returned afterward with five hundred thousand more.
The entire four-million-man legion had been scattered!
Inside the special space, Olma, Black Edge, Purple-Gold Giant, Ma Jingming, Tulabi, Gagaro, and the vice presidents of more than a dozen guilds sat around an oval conference table.
Olma's already dark face had become so black that his features were nearly indistinguishable. His bloodshot eyes stared fiercely at everyone present.
For some reason, after that crushing defeat, Olma found that his muddled mind had suddenly become extraordinarily clear. It was as though he had attained enlightenment. He carefully considered everything that had happened recently and discovered a problem.
Someone under his command had definitely been bought off. Or rather, someone had definitely leaked information. Even if Bai Shi and Ku Ai Bansheng of the Iron Blood Brotherhood could see Gagaro and Tulabi's direction of movement, there was no way they could have moved fast enough to set up at all five Great Cemeteries in advance.
That would have required at least one or two