After sacrificing hundreds of cannon fodder, the Orc players had finally breached human-controlled territory.
From the chatter on the forums, they'd learned the human players were still idly circling the Guardian, too hesitant to make a move—let alone secure the first kill.
Ryan was already aware of the Orc players' progress. He glanced at the noisy crowd milling around the Guardian and let out a quiet sigh.
In his previous life, the major races had cleared this dungeon at roughly the same pace. This time, thanks to his influence, the humans had pulled far ahead.
That early lead had lifted morale among the human player base, but it had also caused a shift. The top guilds and strongest solo players had already accepted their mainline quests and moved on to the racial heartland. What remained were mostly smaller guilds and lower-tier solo players.
Compared to the elite Orc forces led by the Ironblood Covenant, the gap was glaring.
