While Maxim and Lainia led the People's Army into the area around the Clawsplitter Warlord's great tent, the players still alive began to let loose.
Every gnoll on the entire vanguard line was charging toward the warlord's tent. They clearly wanted to rescue their great warlord from the Transians' brutal, thunderous assault.
But to do that, they first had to get past the "wall of people" formed by the players. Once the players had delivered the NPCs responsible for the decapitation strike to the designated area, they no longer had to worry about anything behind them. All that was left was to enjoy the battle.
In the end, the original purpose of this operation had only been to help 1,600 newbies quickly earn a set of honor gear. Judging by the insane battle just now, every player who took part would walk away with an astronomical amount of honor by the time the night was over.
Now that they had already exceeded their basic goal, the players began reaching for an even greater, more glorious victory.
"Kill! Charge! Follow me! Vam is watching us! Let's offer the Berserker a great victory!"
Even drenched in blood, Great Shark was as "full of energy" as he had been when he first appeared. He looked as if he'd taken off his clothes and rolled around in a pool of blood. With his bald head and bloodthirsty expression, no one would doubt he was Khorne's chosen.
But seeing Great Shark swinging his axe and cutting his way back and forth without any sign of fatigue made it clear that Vam was very pleased with tonight's battle.
That two-faced Berserker had surely granted Great Shark some strange power again. Otherwise, at the rate he was hacking away, an ordinary person's arms would have gone numb