Leina did everything he could to lead his men in retreat, but the order he gave was meant for a million people. Those million people were not machines—they were living, breathing human beings.
In a war spread across such a vast area, everyone watched for sneak attacks from nearby enemies and tried to dodge incoming skills. Only management personnel such as Legion Commanders and regiment leaders paid attention to team messages, and how many of them were there in total?
Nor could they see them in time every single time. Whenever a skill landed and they were attacked, the chat window filled with system notifications. Messages vanished in less than a second, pushed away by new notifications.
After shouting several times and receiving no response, Leina hurriedly sent mail to the Legion Commanders. But mail could not be sent while dead; when he was alive, they might be dead and unable to receive it.
After waiting nearly five minutes, some who received the message gradually replied. Others saw the mail but had no time to open it, because they were either fleeing or fighting. By the time all one hundred Legion Commanders had seen it, thirteen minutes had passed before the final reply arrived.
If it took thirteen minutes just for all the Legion Commanders to see it, then the time needed for them to pass the message to their regiment leaders and battalion commanders, and then down to the main force players, was impossible to calculate.
By the time all one million players learned of it, nearly forty minutes had passed. Most cursed as soon as they saw the message, because they had already died more than fifteen times and been pushed to the vicinity of the Hot Spring Stronghold behind Rainbow Stronghold.
Some players had chosen to rush