Chapter 63: Flip the Battlefield!
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.
Ryan frowned, uneasy. It was only a matter of time before the humans were completely outmatched in Blood Gorge. With most of the elite players gone, they wouldn’t be able to hold the line.
A shout rang out from somewhere in the distance. "The Orcs are here! Let’s take them out first!"
Heads turned in unison. Sure enough, a few hundred Orc players were charging straight toward the crowd, weapons gleaming in the sunlight.
The human players froze for a beat—then erupted in laughter and disbelief.
Are they serious? There were over a thousand of us. And they still dared to attack? Have they gone mad?
Fueled by confidence and adrenaline, a chunk of the human crowd surged forward, weapons raised, eager to wipe out the smaller force.