"We've got the numbers now. Those Alliance of Light players don't have the natural talent we Orcs do. Equal numbers should be more than enough!"
An Orc warrior scanned the battlefield with a sneer, then revealed his ID. The name Ironblood Hero gleamed above his head, and a roar of excitement erupted among the surrounding players.
Ironblood Covenant had long dominated the Alliance of Light, and to the Orc faction, they were the bedrock of victory. As soon as Ironblood Hero appeared, any lingering doubts about enemy skill vanished. Sleeves were rolled up, weapons tightened in hands—they were ready to fight.
Meanwhile, Ryan and his team arrived at the small bridge he had scouted earlier. A wide river flowed beneath, the water dark and quick, and the bridge spanning it was so narrow that only two players could walk side by side. This was Ryan's chosen battleground.
