The corners of Hickey’s turned up a little as she stared at the brand new city in the middle of the desert. "Look, there are at least 200k Throne of the Wild cavalrymen at the foot of the city. There are also regiments of archers, mages and priests behind them. Our tiny army probably isn’t even enough to tickle their defenses, much less defeat them."

Bloodthirsty Demon raised his spear. "Tiny? But we also have 200k men, you know?"

Hickey shot him a glance. "Look, Demon. These players hail from Throne of the Wild’s main guild and subguilds. Almost all of them are above Level 180 and seventh-promotion, not to mention that each player has between 1 to 3 pieces of Earth-grade equipment at least. Do you really think that Bloodlust’s equipment can measure up to theirs?"

"Er…"

Bloodthirsty Demon looked back at his brothers and sisters and scratched his head in embarrassment. At least 50% of his players were still sixth-promotion players, and even more were wearing Silver or Gold-grade garbage. Individually speaking, they were no match for Throne of the Wild at all.

Warscar looked at me with his long axe nestled on his shoulder. "What do you think, guild...