Master of Open Stratagems was, after all, the "nominal" commander of the Glory Legion.
Most of the closed beta players were members of the legion.
Thus, when Master of Open Stratagems spoke up to stop them, it did have some effect.
Of course, most of the players were also deeply disgruntled.
"If you've got an idea, spit it out! Keep dragging your feet, and there probably won't even be a scrap of the Village Chief left."
"We'll defend our dearest Village Chief to the death! We'll never coexist with any enemy who targets him!"
"It's because of your lousy command that those NPCs were beating us down, and you still have the nerve to yap here?"
"Cut the crap. If you can't give us a proper plan today, you can be the vanguard and charge into the enemy's lair first."
"..."
Alongside the disgruntled insults, there were naturally voices defending Master of Open Stratagems against the unfair accusations.
Master of Open Stratagems had spent quite a few days building his presence in the game, and he had no shortage of supporters and fans.
After some back-and-forth, the two sides began arguing.
The outside pressure and the "tense" situation before them had left most players extremely irritable.
They took this opportunity to vent the anger simmering inside them.
Master of Open Stratagems could not watch any longer and immediately bellowed at the top of his lungs:
"All of you, shut up! We haven't even settled things with the enemy, and you're already fighting among yourselves. Aren't you ashamed?"
"If you've got the energy to stand here yapping, why don't you think of a way to save the Village Chief?"
Everyone was momentarily at a loss for words.
They all knew that the livestream audience could see their every move perfectly clearly.