Dragon Roaming Wanli stared unblinkingly at the battlefield, feeling a surge of blood boiling in his chest, almost wishing he could join the fray.

Actually, upon closer consideration, it wasn't out of the question.

Even without a reward, snagging a piece of equipment to take back would be excellent.

Seeing the temptation in the boss's eyes, the national server brother lying beneath Dragon Roaming Wanli eagerly stoked the flames, "It looks like those Heavy Swordsmen might be falling behind."

Qianli nodded earnestly.

"Indeed... five hundred against a few thousand does seem too forced."

Of course.

That might just be her stereotype seeping through.

The game and reality are different; those Heavy Infantry with Extraordinary Powers could charge even more fiercely than Calvary.

After all, that is Extraordinary Power, and ordinary warhorses truly can't outrun them.

"Should we go help out?" the national server brother asked, ready to leap into action.

Although the origins of that group of heavy-armored troops were unclear, the red names above the heads of those Ogres were unmistakable, all of them wanted monsters.

Just as the members of Dragon Roaming Under Heaven were itching to jump in, all the players watching on floor B5 suddenly received a message popup.

[Server Announcement: The ongoing battle on floor B5 is a cutscene animation. Please maintain distance, observe, and do not interfere with the set. Violators will be banned for 30 days.]

Dragon Roaming Baili: "What the hell?!"

National Server's Number One Pig: "Thirty days?!"

Everyone's enthusiasm was doused instantly, not even daring to think about offering help, just wishing to keep a wider berth, afraid of being mistakenly judged.

Isn't this punishment a bit too severe?!

...

The battle in the fifth layer of Thunder County's labyrinth was fierce, but in stark contrast, Black Wind Valley was still brewing the eve of a storm.

To the direct south of Black Wind Valley, about three kilometers away on a hillside, lay a goat farm that bred Hell Goats.

This place was one of the numerous properties of the Dragon family, just like the castle nestled in the valley three kilometers away, both gazing at each other from afar.

However, at this moment, the ownership of the property was no longer significant.

A glorious duel between High-level Demons was underway, much as how wars between human nobles were... nothing could be more important than that.

Therefore, Luo Yan unceremoniously commandeered the hillside farm, in true Demonic fashion scattering the onlooking goatherds and even helping himself to a few goats.

Strategically, a cliff lay to the north of the farm, directly facing the castle three kilometers away, and there was no better place to set up cannons.

The Dragon family probably wouldn't quibble over the loss of one farm.

After all, compared to what they were about to lose, this small loss was mere peanuts.

Goblins, carrying all sorts of parcels, had arrived at the farm one after another under Oke's urgings through the arena's transport circle.

These Goblins had been handpicked by him from the Slave Market of Demon City, costing Lord Demon King a full million Kela!

Maybe they weren't skilled fighters, but they were definitely adept craftsmen. Some had worked for the Hell Dwarves and others had even repaired roads and castles at the front lines.

Oke, waving a whip, was like a man on steroids, both excited and nervous, shouting and rushing them along.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Move your stuff next to the cliff! Oke will teach you how to assemble it! Move it, move it!"

"If anyone dares to lose a single piece, Oke will twist his head off!"

This was his first time on a battlefield.

Luo Yan could clearly see that he was overly nervous, channeling his excess emotion onto his subordinates.

With a commander this tense, the enemy didn't need to do anything; his own men were already spooked.

This wouldn't do at all.

Even though Luo Yan didn't count on this bunch of wimps to make an impact on the battlefield, if they dropped their tools and ran at the first charge, it would also be a hassle for him.

After all, these Goblins were the ones he had spent money on in the Slave Market of Demon City; even if they had to die, they had to be of some use.

So, Luo Yan approached Oke, grabbed the whip in his hand held high, and shouted for him amidst his shocked and scared gaze.

"Alright, lads, stop for a moment, and look at me."

The Goblins halted, trembling and looking towards Luo Yan in his cloak, their eyes filled with tension and fear.

Just as he expected.

The emotions of these Goblins were a reflection of Oke's, and possibly even worse by more than a fold.

Luo Yan cleared his throat and continued in a casual tone.

"I know you all are confused right now. Yesterday you were hanging with price tags in Demon City's Slave Market like cattle for sale, and today you've been dragged onto a battlefield with bags full of stuff... But isn't that just like life? Always full of surprises, never knowing what's next, haha."

The humor was meant to divert their attention and relax their tense nerves, as if they weren't seconds from marching to the gallows... even though this place was indeed a battleground.

Watching faces gradually calming down, Luo Yan took a different tack and continued.

"Listen up. You should have realized by now where you stand and what you're about to do. But I don't want you to overcomplicate things."

"I never thought to have you charge like Knights, to run up like cattle and deplete the castle's ammunition—that's a job for Goblins worth a hundred Kela, and each of you is worth over a thousand Kela!"

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