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Twelve to five.

This was the current kill ratio between the Steel Forger and Kroshiel teams.

Brela's hand gripping the Source Crystal Stone mouse was already slick with sweat, her eyes fixed tightly on the magic web interface.

Iron Forger had already led their army onto the Holy Spirit Legion's high ground.

Every Defense Tower in the middle lane had been destroyed. This half-hour-long war was about to come to an end.

"We can't hold them! Fall back, now!"

Brela could hear the despairing voices of her teammates beside her.

Before this match began, she had been absolutely confident that they could show these high-and-mighty knights what they were made of on the Holy Spirit Battlefield. But reality proved that they were far too young.

Iron Forger had won the first round in utterly crushing fashion, with a kill ratio of twenty-one to three. The second round had ended the same way. Now it was the third round... and their side was still at an overwhelming disadvantage.

"Iron Forger's player Qier used Broken Sword to charge into Kroshiel Team's back line! He has targeted the Deep Sea Banshee controlled by player Brela! The Deep Sea Banshee wants to use Abyssal Dive to evade Broken Sword's kill, but Broken Sword lands a beautiful Chokehold and silences the Deep Sea Banshee! She can't use her song to turn the ground into seawater!"

The Bronze Dragon sat at the highest point of the arena, narrating the match's progress for the audience.

"We can't see what's happening on the Holy Spirit Legion's side from here at all..."

"Does anyone have a Farsight Art Rune? Put one on my glasses!"

The spectators near The Scourge's side had already risen from their seats, craning their necks toward the Holy Spirit Legion's high ground at the other