"What's going on?"
A chubby girl suddenly squeezed into the middle of the crowd. With a curious look on her bun-like face, she stared at the protesting players standing by the Main Base entrance and asked curiously.
"What's your deal?"
Several Green Titan players nearby stared dumbfoundedly at the petite girl with the bun-like face, their own faces filled with astonishment.
The onlookers were divided into two groups. One consisted of foreign journalists guarded by the city Guard Team. Since they were worried the players might accidentally hurt them, the journalists' area had been clearly cordoned off, and players were not allowed to approach it.
The other group consisted of local players there to watch the excitement.
The players watching the excitement were further divided into several layers. Those packed at the very front were all strong, muscular Titan Players. This was where the physical advantage of a strength-based race truly showed itself. Almost the entire crowd, both inside and out, was made up of a sea of green figures, while some nimble Elf Players could only barely watch from the corners through the gaps.
Players who had chosen other races, meanwhile, were blocked outside by a group of green-haired hulks who cursed and grumbled.
Yet this little thing, who knew what race she had chosen, charged straight through the crowd and forcibly squeezed out a path to the very front. Some players who had been shoved aside were just about to lose their tempers, but when they saw that it was a little girl pushing through, they were all stunned.
For someone with such a petite body to force her way through meant that either her race was special or her level was extraordinarily high. She might even be some big shot.
"Hey, I'm talking to you." The bun-faced