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"Brothers! Tear these snake-man bastards to shreds!" Devourer of the Sun roared, his bear fur bristling, and golden light burst forth from his body, blasting away all the snake-men within a radius of several meters.

The addition of five hundred demon bears and eight hundred trolls was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, causing the flanks of the snake-men formation to collapse completely. The snake-men were already unable to withstand the pincer attack from the Bloodhowl Guild and the reinforcements, and now with the addition of this group of even more ferocious bears and trolls, the defensive line was torn open like paper.

At that moment, an inconspicuous snake-man was mingling among the snake-men, slowly and deliberately swinging his fists.

Duang ~

Duang~Duang~

He delivered punches one at a time, neither too fast nor too slow. With each punch, an orc would vanish in a flash of white light, his movements remarkably fluid.

This snake-man is Liu Nian.

How could he not participate in such a lively event?

On the surface, this appears to be a direct conflict between the Bloodhowl Guild and the Pharaoh's forces, but in reality, the director of this drama—the manipulator behind the scenes from beginning to end—is Liu Nian.

He had been plotting this for so long, waiting for this moment. To bring the Bloodhowl Guild and the Serpentmen into a direct confrontation, to force Scaleflame to defect, to drag Night Owl into the mess, and to have Savage Fortress launch a purge against the Serpentmen and the Shadow Hand.

Now that all the pieces have been placed in their designated positions, he, as the player holding the pieces, naturally wants to be there in person and enjoy the show he has directed.

However, Liu Nian did not reveal his identity.

He disguised himself as an ordinary snake-man warrior, blending in unobtrusively among the snake-men. He killed only one person at a time, slowly stacking steel, Soul Drain, and souls to increase spell power, magic resistance, and armor. Occasionally, a Bloodhowl orc warrior would charge at him, and he would feign panic and parry a few times, then, taking advantage of the opponent's momentary lapse in attention, deliver a fatal punch.

From his appearance, he was just an inconspicuous, lucky snake-man soldier who had survived the chaos of battle until now.

According to Liu Nian's judgment, the players of Savage Fortress will definitely win this battle today.

Although the Pharaoh's camp had a large number of troops, it lacked top-tier experts.

Those undead bosses—Pharaoh Lich, Death Knight Commander, Banshee Queen—while all legendary units at level 199, are ultimately just NPCs. Their behavior is rigid, their tactical thinking is simplistic, and they can only defend and counterattack, lacking any initiative. As long as the players have a little sense, they can easily restrain them using kiting, blocking, and focused fire.

As for the snake people... after Riftscale left, the snake people's top combat power was basically lost.

Lin Yan himself was only at a mid-to-lower level. The other snake-man leaders were even less noteworthy, some of whom hadn't even made it into the top 200 of the combat power rankings.

On the other hand, the Wilderness Fortress player's side has Gamor ranked seventh on the combat power list, and his subordinates, Orf, Yugo, and Danzero, are also top-ranked experts. In addition, there are the newly arrived Iron Wolf Legion leader, the Stonebreaker Army's goblin engineer, and the Frostwind Tribe's elk chieftain—any one of these people is stronger than Scaleflame.

Especially with the arrival of Devourer of the Sun and the Demon Bear Clan, although the Demon Bear Clan is not on the power ranking, Devourer of the Sun's true combat strength is definitely within the top ten. The elite Demon Bear Clan under his command are all fierce generals who can take on ten opponents at once.

The scales of war will soon tip.

The Bloodhowl Guild and reinforcements will gradually erode the Serpent Man formation, dividing and surrounding the Serpent Man and the undead army, and then devouring them piece by piece!

Everything is going according to plan.

Liu Nian threw another punch, and with a thud, an orc turned into white light and vanished.

Just then, he seemed to hear a sound...

He suddenly stopped, then abruptly turned his head and looked into the distance.

On the horizon, a small, dark gray tide with a hint of dark gold was surging in.

That was not an array of skeleton soldiers or death knights, but an unprecedented array of living weapons forged from ancient magic and the will of the Pharaoh—the Sphinx Construct Legion!

Each of those colossal beasts was five or six meters tall, their entire bodies covered in thick stone armor, with dark golden runes flowing between the gaps in the armor, as if they were alive.

Their appearance was extremely bizarre: their limbs were the body of a male lion, with bulging muscles and hook-like claws; above the torso was a human face—with regular features but no expression, and eerie green flames burning in the empty eye sockets; behind them were a pair of huge stone wings with a wingspan of more than ten meters, and the wing membranes were also covered with runes.

They pounded the ground with all four limbs, galloping like thunder. Their heavy claws slammed into the Gobi Desert, each strike leaving a deep claw mark. As the army charged, stones flew everywhere, the earth trembled, and sand danced on the ground. A suffocating, chilling aura of death swept over them.

Besides these constructs, the group also included a large number of players riding various mounts, following on the left flank of the Sphinx formation.

And who else could be riding that bone dragon at the very front but Night Owl?

"Night Owl!" Gamor's voice boomed across the battlefield, like a thunderbolt striking everyone's heads. His battle axe pointed at the approaching figure, his eyes blazing with fury. "You're not leaving now that you've come!"

Although Gamor said this, he knew very well in his heart: we must not let this Sphinx Legion successfully enter the battlefield, we must stop this force!

"All knights who can still move! Assemble! Prepare for a counter-charge!" Gamor's roar echoed through the channel. "Don't panic! Sphinxes aren't that scary! I've dealt with those things before; their weak point is their head! Focus fire on the head!"

A cacophony of responses erupted in the channel.

Reinforcements from the Savage Fortress continued to arrive—orcs, tauren, trolls, goblins, gnolls… players of all races gathered from all directions, and various flags fluttered in the wind.

Even if the Night Owl brings another powerful Pharaoh's army, the outcome is still uncertain.

Gamor raised his battle axe, and with a long roar, the manticore led the charge towards the Sphinx Legion.

Meanwhile, Scale Flame also spotted Night Owl.

Her vertical pupils contracted sharply, and a complex emotion flashed across her face.

She hadn't expected Night Owl to come, and she certainly hadn't expected him to arrive so quickly.

The Shadow Hand's foundation was uprooted in an instant. Any other guild leader would probably have hidden away to lick their wounds first.

But Night Owl did not. He made a bold decision, leading all his troops to surrender to the Pharaoh and even borrowing the Sphinx Legion from him.

A cold smile played on Lin Yan's lips as his snake tail unconsciously curled up on the ground before relaxing.

In any case, they are now truly in the same boat.