When Lady Triss appeared on Blood Flag Highland holding the Serenade Scepter, not only did the exhausted players across the entire highland erupt into cheers, but even the defenders at the mouth of Black Flame Pass began to cheer.
It was currently the tenth day of the Death Match.
Over the past ten days, the survival and warfare of this nameless highland had captured the attention of all defenders along the entire battle line, and even the Blood Covenant Knight headquarters near Brass Fortress. It was said that even Lord Payn, who was still haggling with the kings in Brass Fortress, had heard about what was happening here.
An heroic land that could stand tall under the siege of gnolls and decorate its military exploits with gnoll heads naturally deserved to boost morale in the upcoming bloody warfare!
Moreover, this match was filled with sufficient appeal and fun.
The first-round rotation of the three battle groups was nearing its end. The First Battle Group held out for three days, the Second Battle Group for three and a half days, and now the Third Battle Group had also reached its third day. This evenly matched situation made the smart alecks on the battle line unable to tell which battle group currently held an absolute lead.
Yet it was precisely this kind of tense stalemate that brought even more appeal.
However, they truly hadn't expected those Transians to have such thick skin. Despite looking like mere cannon fodder, they had actually managed to summon a Grand Duke of the Blood Eagle Clan to assist in their defense.
Yet the news of Grand Duke Triss appearing and entering the battle was nothing short of an absolute disaster for the other two battle groups.
*Holy shit! Big Stick that bastard is really going all