Once Shi Feng finished issuing his orders, Shuise Qiangwei led a hundred thousand elite members of Silver Wing Town in a massive march toward Ancient Rock City.
A full hundred thousand Zero Wing members, each mounted on tall and fearsome Thunderwolf Beasts. Among these Thunderwolf Beasts, a good number had already advanced to Bronze Rank. Not only were they far more muscular than ordinary Thunderwolf Beasts, but the cyan lightning arcs that used to flicker only on their four claws now crackled across their entire bodies — an incredibly imposing sight.
And the number of these Bronze Rank Thunderwolf Beasts exceeded five thousand. They could serve as mounts, as battle companions, and even possessed auxiliary combat skills to aid their riders.
The players watching from Silver Wing Town were utterly stunned.
"That's insane! I feel like these mounts alone are stronger than most ordinary players!"
"Holy crap! Our guild just built a beast stable and started raising guild mounts, and Zero Wing already has thousands of players with Bronze Rank mounts?!"
"I knew Zero Wing's gear was good, but this is ridiculous. A hundred thousand people — and every single one of them has at least one or two pieces of Mythril Rank equipment at level fifty? In our guild, that would already be considered top-tier gear for our elites!"
"Look at those guys wearing the core member badges — the worst gear they have is Mythril Rank level fifty, and some even have several pieces of Gold-grade! I'm considered a pretty good player in my guild, and all I've managed to get so far are four or five pieces of Mythril Rank level fifty equipment. Zero Wing is just making it impossible for the rest of us to live!"
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The players in the small town had always thought of Zero Wing as a guild approaching first-rate status, one with many powerful players.
But now, watching Zero Wing's army march in neat, disciplined formation, just the sight of it was awe-inspiring — completely beyond comparison with any other guild's forces. And when they looked more closely, quite a few guild veterans on the scene were itching to leave their own guilds and join Zero Wing outright.
Back in their guilds, they had ground through dungeons and quests day after day, and when they finally scraped together a few pieces of Mythril Rank level fifty equipment, they thought they were doing well. But at Zero Wing, forget the top players — even the regular elite members each had one or two pieces of Mythril Rank level fifty gear, and the stronger ones had five or six pieces!
But what truly made everyone envious was Zero Wing's guild mount — the Thunderwolf Beast.
By now, a number of major guilds had built beast stables and begun raising guild mounts. Before they started, they had no idea, but once they did, they realized just how precious the Thunderwolf Beast truly was.
Most guilds would be lucky to get a three-star mount. And even for a three-star mount, the chance of advancing to Bronze Rank was only thirty percent. Four-star mounts were extremely rare to encounter, and even if you found one, you couldn't capture it. The Thunderwolf Beast, as a five-star mount, could easily advance to Iron Rank with a little cultivation, and there was even a small chance it could reach Mythril Rank.
As the Zero Wing army marched toward Ancient Rock City, numerous curious players followed behind.
A battle involving over ten thousand players was something most had never witnessed firsthand, let alone a siege battle of this scale. Missing it would be a regret for a lifetime.
As a result, players from surrounding kingdoms who were confident in their abilities rushed over upon hearing the news.
Along the way, the various beastmen and monsters that appeared were nothing but a joke before the Zero Wing army. Even a level sixty-five High Grand Lord fell under the ferocious barrage of dozens of small ballistae. Dark players who had harbored any ideas about picking off stragglers found themselves twitching at the corners of their mouths.
With this kind of firepower, over ten thousand players charging in would simply be suicide. Two hundred small ballistae could reduce them to scrap in moments — and even top-tier players wouldn't be spared.
Such was the power of large-scale warfare. A single small ballistae was nothing to a Tier 2 expert, but with two hundred firing volleys of bolts simultaneously, there was simply nowhere to hide. Even a Tier 3 expert would likely be reduced to ashes in an instant.
As the Zero Wing army arrived at the foot of Ancient Rock City, the spectating players were wound tighter than ever, trembling involuntarily.
Because the sight was simply too overwhelming.