The server would close in half an hour. When it went online once again, the Nation Wars would begin!

Damn, doesn’t everything seem to be happening a little too quickly?

I didn’t waste any time in making my next decision. I immediately sent an order via the guild channel: "Everyone, listen up! I don’t care what you’re doing or where you are right now, I want every player from Ancient Sword Dreaming Souls to return to the city immediately. Repair your equipment and replenish your potions before using the teleportation formation to hop over to Dawn City. I want the leaders of our subguilds to issue the same orders as well! Ancient Sword Dreaming Souls will defend Dawn City with everything that we’ve got! We will defend our northeastern corridor if it's the last thing we do!"

"We got it!" the commanders in the chat immediately replied.

……

I sat astride my Ice Qilin Horse as I stared at the Windy Trail in front of me. Fucking hell, this Nation War crept up on us like a thief in the night. Since we didn’t have any time to prepare for this, the Northern Alliance shouldn’t be too prepared either, right? Ah forget it, we won’t even have time to think about these kinds of things once the Nation Wars begin in earnest.

Beep!

I received a message from Hot and Sour Noodles, the administrator in charge of China’s VRMMO alliance. "Lu Chen, I need the three leaders of Ancient Sword Dreaming...