The ten Players present had all suffered through dying, respawning, and traveling all the way back to the battlefield during this campaign.
Iron Pillar had been killed by the mind-controlled Su Yi, while Great Wu Territory had been blown up by the Radiants.
Wheelchair and Gork and Mork's Chosen had died in the very first wave while helping Su Yi board the ship.
Then they had rushed back to fight and died a second time.
This was now their third time setting foot on this battlefield.
After each death, aside from the offline time spent enduring severe withdrawal symptoms, they had to board another ship and head back to the front once they logged in, which only made them more anxious.
It was not that they cared so deeply about the fighting at the front.
Rather, those fellows who had not died kept showing up in the chat channel to brag about the mountains of points they were raking in.
Every other moment, someone would post a screenshot.
Points +45001.
Pillar's Sweet Potato Roast: "Holy shit! I never thought Desire Wyverns would be worth so many points. A hundred thousand each!"
Points +12089.
One Cheap Step: "Clueless Newbie here. Can any of the experts tell me if Desire Advisors are really worth this many points?"
Points +24584.
Hell Scream: "Sigh, I wrecked a suit of Powered Armor worth twenty thousand Void Abyss Coins for these few points. What a loss!"
At that, quite a few Players could no longer hold back.
"Fuck off! The company reimburses equipment damage! What the hell did you lose?"
They hated seeing their buddies suffer, but hated seeing them drive luxury cars even more. That mindset added a sense of urgency to their already boring journey.
After all, they usually played together. Falling too