When news of the Mountain Tiger Warband's successful mission reached the First Fleet, it caused quite a stir.
Especially when the sky split open, the players aboard the fleet could no longer hold themselves back.
The leaders of warbands large and small, along with the best solo players, briefly checked in with Vice Admiral Marlow before boarding their landing craft, small boats, and light warships to advance on the elven docks.
Players were a free-spirited bunch. Chris had never truly restrained them, and neither could Vice Admiral Marlow.
Although Vice Admiral Marlow theoretically had the authority to command the King's Guards, he did not dare exercise it.
This was not merely for political reasons. His past wars and experiences had also taught Vice Admiral Marlow exactly what sort of people the King's Guards were... they could only be steered indirectly, never given forceful orders outright.
Thus, even though the King's Guards' actions would disrupt the First Fleet's current plans, Vice Admiral Marlow still approved everyone's request to sortie.
What did the elves think?
Well, did the long-ears' opinions matter?
And so, large numbers of players landed at the docks under cover of darkness and plunged into Mooncrown City's hellish battlefield, throwing the situation into even greater chaos.
Fel flames, flashes of arcane power, and incessant gunfire set Mooncrown City's night ablaze.
The rift in the sky resembled a festering wound, constantly seeping filthy "blood"... burning meteors continued to fall, supplying the demons in the city with fresh troops.
Yet another force poured into this hellish tableau, wholly out of place, even wilder and more unpredictable.
These newcomers lacked the Mountain Tiger Warband's relatively unified command and clear mission priorities.
Like wild horses freed from their reins, they plunged headlong into the burning elven metropolis.
"Over there! I spotted a huge