The players in Iron Fir Ridge were bored out of their minds, hiding in the tunnels and watching videos. Those who enjoyed combat watched battles in other regions, while those who liked streamers dancing and singing watched the broadcasts.
For these players, the purpose of coming here was to earn guild points. As for Jerz and the Freedom Legion, they did not care much about them, because Jerz had never given them any benefits.
Even Pons, Jerz's first vice president, did not earn much of a salary, let alone ordinary players like them. Jerz had only splurged this time because of the battle, offering money and equipment as rewards to players who fought. Those who did not fight received only guild points.
Under such circumstances, aside from a small number of management personnel, ordinary players did not bother watching their surroundings when there was no battle.
There were thirty-seven Legion Commanders in charge of the Iron Fir Ridge defensive zone who received salaries, but after personnel had been transferred away, only four Legion Commanders remained.
The four of them were simply stretched too thin trying to patrol the vast Iron Fir Ridge. Each person had to monitor an area several kilometers wide.
With no other choice, the Legion Commanders tried asking players at the regiment commander level for help, only to be snapped at, "We don't get paid. Watch it yourself."
Almost no guilds paid salaries all the way down to regiment commanders like the Iron Blood Brotherhood did. The players under those regiment commanders were also ordinary members, and they had gathered under them entirely because of the commanders' personal abilities, not because of the Legion Commanders. Therefore, the Legion Commanders still had to rely on them and did not dare lose their tempers.
"Brothers, we're here anyway. Put