The soldiers were retreating step by step.
Behind them, a large group of "refugee" players surged forward. Their numbers were even greater than before, some had just resurrected, and some had just arrived in Emerald Town and had been dragged along to "farm monsters."
"Onion! There are monsters ahead!"
"Save those Guardians, otherwise, if we lose the position, we'll lose Contribution Degree!"
"Don't steal my kills! I've got this!"
The players shouted noisily and swarmed forward in a rush.
The weapons they carried were no better than iron sticks, wooden clubs, and sickle blades, scarcely distinguishable from the plague-stricken locals, resembling two groups of villagers fighting with farm tools.
However, the players soon suffered another heavy blow.
