Battlefield

"Captain, save them! They might get trampled to death!" Yun'er, who was following closely behind Zhao Xu, cried out in panic.

In the direction of her gaze, the weapons of the newly captured people had basically all been confiscated, and they had lost most of their ability to fight.

Other than spellcasters, only Monks accustomed to fighting barehanded, and even possessing Penetrating Fist, could maintain their combat strength without decline.

Otherwise, the other martial classes could only flee in panic unless they managed to seize a weapon.

Not to mention that many had both hands tightly bound, or even had their collarbones pierced. They were no different from cripples.

The cavalry regiment and Earth player adventurers on the outskirts had already begun fighting the "ogres" they encountered head-on, and groups of Clerics had even appeared among them.

Yet those trapped here seemed to have been abandoned, drawing barely any attention at all.

That wasn't right?

Zhao Xu naturally heard Yun'er's words, but after observing for a moment, he realized that the focus of this incoming force was not in their direction at all. That left him somewhat puzzled.

Had they not come to rescue someone because there was a descendant of some key figure here?

So the entire camp really was highly efficient, and he had misjudged them?

"Ah!"

Several players who failed to escape in time suddenly let out agonized screams.

Although most of the powerful ogres had ridden Wyverns to the front lines, that did not mean these hostages were safe.

The ogres who had yet to reach the battle line casually swung their massive axes at them!

Even the most ordinary level-three monster possessed combat strength no weaker than these level-one and level-two players. They had to be dealt with seriously even in a frontal battlefield encounter,