The high-end masters were covering an area of kilotres, tens of kilotres even, and they were alone. Behind, a sea of masters were racing as well, not to their aid, but to run away from here.
It'd be a very weird scene, one that'd implent a false idea in the minds of anyone watching this without knowing much details about what was going on.
The most shocking part was that no matter how many enemies ca, no matter how hard the enemies tried, the masters managed to stop them and hold their ground.
They showed a legendary performance that day. Even if they used most of their treasured war supplies, they didn't hesitate to do it.
It was still their life mission to take down the dark masters and monsters, no matter what. "Now!" After hours of fighting desperately like this, the king couldn't help but shout at William. It wasn't the first ti soone shouted at him. In fact, the king asked Sloth, other high-end masters, and even Fang to ask William to start using his formations and Troll.
Yet the latter always responded with the sa line: "It's not the right ti yet!"
In terms of battle experience, William was the most experienced one here. No one ever thought about that, and all doubted that William lost his calm. They never expected themselves to be the ones who lost their cool, not him.
William was calm, so calm and peaceful inside. He knew his formations and Troll was going to crush tons of the endless enemies around, but the issue lay mainly in the right ti to use them.
Using them prematurely would end up losing too much, or forcing him to use more formations, activating the Troll more than what he intended to, and not gain a result close to what they'd get if they were just patient.
"Not yet," he looked at the king, before motioning his head back, "we need to do it at the closest point to the tunnel."
"We are already close!" even Fang was feeling great pressure and greatly exhausted, "let us use the formations at least, relieve part of the pressure, let us breathe!"
He got a point, as for hours they kept fighting without daring to take a single mont of rest. Things didn't look that great for any of them, as a single master had to deal with thousands upon thousands of enemies at any given minute.
They fought hard, but against such an endless flood of enemies, it felt futile and hopeless. No matter how many they killed, many more would spring up and co for them.
"Just persist more," yet William didn't move by their words, "We just need to cross more few kilotres, and then we'll rest."
They couldn't do anything about his stubbornness, yet he was right in his words. They were around five kilotres away from the tunnel, and using their deadliest weapons at this stage wouldn't help.
They couldn't retreat the mont they activated the formations or the Troll. And that ant they needed to be so close to the tunnel, to run away as fast as they could the mont the formations and the Troll got drained of their powers.
If not, then enemies would flood them again soon enough, and they had to return to either desperately fighting like now, or reuse the sa tactics to crush the incoming enemies again.
So they dropped asking him for now, focused on keeping themselves alive. Even if a single one of them was a deadly powerhouse, it was still impossible to survive against endless enemy floods in such a way.
So they had to be smart, one hundred percent focused on evading and killing the enemies in the simplest and most effective way possible.
Crossing these five kilotres proved to be quite challenging. The distance any master of them could cross in a few minutes took almost two hours. That was mainly because the enemies brought flying monsters, and many monsters appeared from underground.
They got attacked from the front, from behind, and even from the air. It was hell, and even Fang suffered lots of wounds.
"For heaven's sake, let's fcking do it!" Fang couldn't take it anymore, and shouted like many others when there was one kilotre left of the tunnel.
"Fine, I'll build the formations now," William finally succumbed to their will, soone must co and cover my spot…"
"I'll do it, just make these damn formations," Sloth shouted, and he didn't just move alone, a few others also moved to cover up the spot of William. The latter was fighting desperately as well, facing tons of deadly confrontations every now and then. It wasn't that easy for high-end masters, so it was much harder for soone weaker than them.
If not for his monstrous weapons, flying weapons, grenades and arrows, he wouldn't have survived. After fighting for eight hours straight like this, he lost four of his monstrous weapons, had two more on the verge of breaking down, and lost close to seventy percent of his flying weapons.
He suffered lots of wounds, many of which couldn't heal fast even when using healing elixirs. His current situation was best described as miserable, sothing that everyone else suffered as well.
He instantly moved around, and built three formations behind every group of masters, spacing them by a few hundred tres each. He made sure to build five different formations inside the tunnel as well, acting as their last stand if things went south.
"It's ready, you are going to do this…" once done, he shouted, explaining in brief words what they needed to do. He asked masters to group up according to spirit elents, and then group up and activate the formations.
He asked them to release their attacks constantly, then jump towards the next formation and do the sa.
"... As for the Troll, the masters who activated it before will help activate it, but that will happen when we reach the tunnel…" he continued his explanation, before ending it up by referring to the five formations he left inside the tunnel.
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