Chapter 65: One Man Turns the Tide
At this point, only a handful of Orc faction players remained. The once-formidable Ironblood Covenant had been reduced to a ragged squad—just Ironblood Warlord, Ironblood Falcon, and a few others. Most of their allies had already fallen under Guardian Isdal’s blade, forced to release their souls and begin the corpse run.
Ryan led his squad carefully, weaving through trees and ruined buildings. They moved in silence, cloaked in shadow, until they reached a position not far behind the remaining Ironblood players.
The Ironblood members still had their real-time IDs displayed—an oversight that made Ryan’s job much easier. He could clearly see who was who and plan accordingly.
"That Ironblood Warlord and Ironblood Falcon are both warriors," Ryan said, gesturing toward the two heavily armored figures. "No healers with them. They’re not a real threat. Riverbank—just keep healing whoever they focus on."
He spoke casually, even smiling a little. Warrior classes relied on coordination and support. Without it, they were nothing special.
"Ironblood Enchantress is a warlock," he continued, glancing toward a slender figure in crimson robes. "Watch out for her fear spells. As long as Riverbank doesn’t get feared away, we’ll be fine. Nightwalker—you’re on her. Keep her locked down."
He assigned the warlock to Nightwalker, the rogue destined to become a legend. Ryan was curious to see what the guy could do at this stage of the game.
"Ironblood Phantom and Ironblood Sixgod are both rogues," he added, his tone tightening. "Moonlight—make sure they don’t disrupt Riverbank. If they get to her, we’re screwed. Priority one is killing those two first. The rest comes down to awareness—play smart."
That was all the instruction he gave.
In the distance, the Ironblood players were still shouting and venting their frustration, completely unaware of what was about to hit them. Ryan smiled faintly.
"Alright then. We go in five seconds. Wait for my signal."
He began to count down.