"Don't rush, let's watch a bit more!" one of the players, an archer, quickly held back the people who were about to stand up.
"What's wrong? Those six Grand Magisters are maintaining the formation. I can take them all down by myself," one of the rogues asked, confused.
"Hmph, by yourself? You'll just be cannon fodder. Do you think they'd only leave these few people to maintain the formation? If it were you, wouldn't you guess that someone from our side is coming to kill them?" the archer said in a low voice.
"Are you saying... they have an ambush?" The rogue felt a chill down his spine.
"I think so too. This is clearly a trap waiting for us to fall into!" a mage also chimed in.
"Then what do we do now?"
"Let's first send a message to Sinful Angel and tell him about the situation here. We can only wait. We are currently in the dark. If we make the first move, we'll be in the light," the archer said calmly after a moment of thought.
As an archer, his profession required calmness and patience.
He was doing a good job in this regard.
The others did not object either.
They all crouched down, lying still on the snow, their eyes fixed on the scene below.
Sinful Angel was still fighting his way through the beast tide, his sustained combat ability was truly powerful.
Among the flying members in the sky, there was only one healing druid, who was his exclusive healer.
She occasionally descended to cast a 'Three Flowers Gathering on the Crown' on him and then flew above his head.
He received the message from the secret team and was also anxious.
The archer's analysis was correct, but...
The longer this stalemate lasted, the greater their disadvantage.
However, if their team went down to disrupt the formation and fell into the enemy's ambush, causing casualties, it would be an even greater blow to morale, and moreover...
These few individuals represented the pinnacle of the Russian server. If they died, losing one or two pieces of equipment would be a significant loss.
For a while, Sinful Angel had no better solution.
This was because the value of a single piece of equipment on these individuals was comparable to the loss of ordinary players being killed once.
After all, with so many people, even if they died, each losing one piece of equipment wouldn't be a major setback, as monsters wouldn't pick up their loot.
They could retrieve it after the battle, with the players only losing some experience.
The secret team, however, was different. If they were killed by enemy players, their equipment would definitely be looted.
Although these few were all experts, the members of the God-Smiting Alliance were not to be trifled with either.
"Retreat...!" Sinful Angel, after much deliberation, finally gave the order.
"Retreat...?" The secret team members fell silent upon receiving the message.
They had also figured out the pros and cons during their brief period of lying low.
Abandoning this mission was the best option, but everyone felt like they had been tricked.
The God-Smiting Alliance was too despicable.
This kind of blatant scheme had put them in a difficult position, unable to advance or retreat.
It wasn't that they hadn't considered the possibility that the opponent might have set up an empty facade here.
There were only the six Grand Magisters maintaining the formation, with no ambush at all.
Unfortunately, they couldn't risk it.
What if there was an ambush? What if Sword Pointing to the Heavens, Crossblade, Fortune on Horseback, Holy Light Misleads You, and others were all here?
During their previous encounters, they had initially felt that they had nothing to fear from these individuals in one-on-one fights.
However, due to their arrogance, they had lost several people in the end.
That rogue was one of them.
He found an opportunity to sneak up on Crossblade, thinking that since Crossblade was a priest, he would be easily ambushed.
He never expected that the moment he got close to Crossblade, Crossblade inexplicably used Fear Howl.
That was the priest's area-of-effect fear skill.
The sharp sound instantly caused his brain to go into disarray, and he ran around uncontrollably, dominated by fear.
This action immediately broke his stealth.
Then...
To his disbelief, Crossblade, wielding a staff, lunged forward, using his small priest physique to confront him, a rogue, head-on.
That battle remained unforgettable, and he still wondered why priests had such strong close-combat abilities.
Capable of fighting and recovering...
They also had various control skills, dealt massive physical damage in melee, and their damage output was explosive.
It completely subverted his understanding of priests.
...
In the northern part of the Dragon Country server, at Qingcheng Fortress.
Gao Kai, Zhao Lei, Jing Kaiyu, Ma Deju, Lin Ran, and Lin Chi, six individuals.
Standing on the city wall, Ma Deju, with his greatsword on his back, looked towards the north and said.
"Are we just going to leave that area alone? What if they send people to attack the summoning formation? Wouldn't that be a waste of a summoning scroll? The six brothers left there would have to constantly maintain the formation's續航, with no ability to resist!"
Gao Kai smiled and said.
"Let's go, we're heading to the southern border to support Xiao Jijiao!"
The others also smiled and followed behind, preparing to descend the city wall.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Ma Deju was speechless.
Lin Ran, walking at the very back, said calmly.
"The formation I drew doesn't require any續航. Those six people are just a diversion. All these arrangements are to make them afraid to approach. They will definitely guess that we have left an ambush, but in reality... we haven't!"
Ma Deju was stunned.
"What if they predict that we don't have an ambush?"
"They won't dare, because they can't afford to gamble!"
After Lin Ran finished speaking, he also left. Ma Deju, being brainless, pondered for a long time but didn't understand what he meant.
The group, one after another, walked towards the direction of the teleportation array.
Suddenly, a system prompt appeared.
Everyone froze on the spot. They quickly opened the chat window and examined it carefully.
Then, their eyes met, and they all showed expressions of ecstasy.
"Quick, have all members supporting other servers withdraw and gather at Qingcheng Fortress. Tell the people on the three defense lines to hold on for their lives... Today, we're going for something big!"
Gao Kai, usually calm and composed, happily issued such an order at this moment.
At this moment, the various teams of the God-Smiting Alliance, who were acting like firefighting units on the eastern, southern, and western borderlines, simultaneously received this order. They did not doubt, nor hesitate, and directly retreated. After entering the city, they immediately boarded the teleportation array.
At the same time, the various allied guilds on the three border lines panicked.
When they saw the people from the God-Smiting Alliance withdraw, they, although the main force, saw the people from the God-Smiting Alliance acting as special forces here.
However... without them, the enemy's experts advancing would make it difficult for these people to cope.
What did their withdrawal at this moment mean?
Were they abandoning the three fronts?
Or had the God-Smiting Alliance become traitors, handing over the Dragon Country server to others?
However, soon, Gao Kai's message was sent to them.
That sentence, "Hold on for your lives... Today, we're going for something big," left them completely bewildered.