As the Iron Blood Brotherhood launched its all-out assault, an enraged Jerz kicked over the sand table model before him and roared, "Idiots! Trash! Gers is a complete idiot, Barnes is worthless trash! Trash!"
Margaret, Andre, and the others wanted to comfort him, but they had no idea what to say. They could only stare blankly at the shattered sand table. It was easy to restore with the press of a button, but there was no longer any point in restoring it.
Orange Stronghold had fallen. The defensive line Jerz had built at the cost of hundreds of millions of euros and the labor of countless players had collapsed just like that. The entire line had to retreat and be redeployed; otherwise, all the hidden teleportation arrays positioned within the strongholds would be seized from behind by the Iron Blood Brotherhood.
If they lost the hidden teleportation arrays as well, then, just like Orange Stronghold, the blue, purple, and other strongholds would be divided and destroyed one after another by the Iron Blood Brotherhood.
"Guildmaster, give the order. Every additional minute we waste will accelerate the Iron Blood Brotherhood's encirclement. We can't wait any longer," Andre said calmly.
"I won't accept this! I won't accept this!" Jerz roared hysterically. He had accounted for every factor and built such a perfect defensive line in front of Firestone Mountain. Before the battle, he had inspected it personally and found no flaws at all.
Rather than saying Barnes had made a mistake this time, it would be more accurate to say that he had made the mistake. He simply could not imagine how those girls had gotten in, much less how they had relied on such willpower to hold back the attacks of more than a million people for five hours at the