The troops of Silvermoon City marched in an orderly formation. Each guild formed a long, winding river, flowing across the mountains and plains to converge beneath the walls of Lingtong City. The neat ranks of cavalry advanced slowly, the dull sound of iron hooves striking a chord in everyone's hearts. The players could hardly conceal their excitement; almost everyone was looking forward to the impending fierce battle.
In contrast, the French players atop the city walls were not nearly as pumped up. Fatigue was etched on many of their faces. It was just hitting 11:00 PM in France, right around bedtime, so probably only the most hardcore, warlike players could still maintain high brain activity at this hour.
I rode my Pegasus straight down from the mountain, heading directly for the positions of Paradise Lost and Sword and Rose on the eastern side of the city. My Feather Sword was already drawn as I urged my mount forward, cutting straight through the ranks of the Silvermoon City players. Facing a Silvermoon City player on a white horse with a bright red name, nearly all the Chinese players present looked on with awe, voluntarily parting to make way for a path.
Chapter 581