Not Playing If I'm Not Having Fun was a little stunned. Casarina had fallen?
No, I knew you might lose to the snake-men, but wasn't that collapse a little too fast?
Before Not Playing If I'm Not Having Fun could react, good news arrived from the players conducting the frontal assault... The message had been relayed offline, with someone logging in specifically to tell him.
The assault team had attacked what appeared to be a snake-man nest, killed several hundred snake-men, and captured one particularly unusual snake-man. They were currently retreating with snake-men in pursuit.
How unusual was this unusual snake-man?
That was still unclear. They were retreating, and the person reporting had been in too much of a hurry to give details.
Not Playing If I'm Not Having Fun grew worried. He assembled everyone in the camp who could fight and distributed weapons, doing everything he could to prepare to cover their return.
Moonlight spilled like water, coldly bathing the silent camp.
Not Playing If I'm Not Having Fun, all the players who had stayed behind, and the armed, able-bodied refugees held their breath as they stared into the dark woods ahead.
The distant firelight drew closer, flickering erratically amid increasingly clear and frequent gunshots, explosions, and... the snake-men's distinctive, furious, piercing hisses.
Clearly, the retreating team was fighting as it withdrew, with its pursuers attacking ferociously.
"Get ready to cover them!"
Although he knew the snake-men could not hear him, Not Playing If I'm Not Having Fun still kept his voice low as he barked the order, his heart pounding with tension.
The players on the walls immediately steadied their muskets and aimed toward the approaching firelight.
The few small cannons mounted on the wooden walls were laboriously adjusted as well. Their gunners held torches, anxiously awaiting