A vast sea of troops suddenly charged in, catching both the French players and the treants off guard. The cavalry at the vanguard of the Water Torrent City legion, in particular, entered a charge state the very moment they arrived, weary from their journey. Gleaming sabers swiftly sliced into the bodies of the French players. Blood splattered everywhere, and the French fell in droves.
It was already past 8:00 AM Beijing time. After eleven hours of high-intensity combat, not only the Silvermoon City players but also the French were utterly exhausted. Moreover, the enemy's last rest time was even longer ago than ours, making them slightly more tired than we were. The Water Torrent City reinforcements, however, were a different story. Throughout their journey, all they had to do was run in a single direction without having to expend much mental energy. Consequently, while they were certainly sleepy, they lacked the hollow, bone-weary exhaustion that plagued us.
The Swordsmen of Water Torrent City surged among the treants, their longswords flashing up and down as they hacked at the trees. Large numbers of archers and mages in the rear released skills to attack. But when several swordsmen were batted away, the newcomers realized just how formidable these giant trees were and scattered backward, intending to pick them off one by one.
Chapter 589