Fallen Illyria was already advancing toward the third encampment, leaving behind a trail of blood and the bodies of countless Orc faction players.
Their sacrifices hadn't been for nothing. Illyria had already slaughtered the generals of two encampments, shattering the Human faction's grip on Blood Gorge.
Maybe the Orc faction players were simply out for revenge—but in doing so, they'd stumbled into a strategy that could cripple the Humans entirely.
Ryan didn't care whether this was personal vengeance or calculated warfare. He couldn't stand by and watch the Humans lose precious time, letting the Dark Horde tighten its hold over the Alliance of Light.
That was why he was now sprinting toward the third encampment—Darkwood Camp—counting the distance in his head, praying he could arrive before Illyria did.
"Guild Leader," came a voice in his earpiece. "That Guardian's gotten stronger again—her kill speed's even faster now."
