"Ladies and gentlemen, everyone here near the Waters of Netherworld must be quite formidable."
"Many players have already tested the situation for us. The elite soldiers of the Netherworld, brainwashed by the world, are guarding the third Waters of Netherworld."
"With their numbers, breaking through head-on is nearly impossible."
"That's why we've all been waiting nearby."
"Now, we've gathered nearly 2,000 people, capable of withstanding the cavalry's charge head-on."
"I know a bit about military formations, so I boldly request the right to command!"
"I have a temporary legion contract scroll in my hand. We can form a legion together, making us immune to each other's damage."
"Let's first deal with these NPCs, and then we can discuss who should get the last Waters of Netherworld."
The young man spoke passionately, but his words held little allure to the second-class players present. Did he think they were rookies easily fooled?
