"Brothers, you’ve worked hard during this ti!"
Late at night, at the Light Eagle Group’s base, Aston bowed to the rcenaries dedicated to exploring the Dungeon.
This was soone of captain rank, actually bowing to ordinary rcenaries, sothing unthinkable in the past. Although their relationships were harmonious, it wasn’t to the extent of a superior bowing to subordinates.
The rcenaries’ reactions were quite intriguing.
People quickly stood up to assist Aston, but the response was not enthusiastic, the atmosphere could even be described as dead.
Tomorrow, the Light Eagle Group and Skyrim Strategy Group would each reveal their exploration progress. Tonight was a celebration banquet, yet the rcenaries had never experienced such a silent feast.
The song and dance performances on stage were t with numb watching, occasional bites of their als, but not much more, their eyes seed lifeless.
Aston observed their reactions, so dispirited he couldn’t muster even a sigh, his forcefully roused spirit sinking back down.
The humiliating defeat of the Light Eagle Group in these recent days had spread throughout the entire Royal City.
Not referring to a competition loss, but rather...
"Captain, look, soone is projecting in the sky!"
Soone projected an image into the night sky, and with just one look at the content, Aston’s eyes turned blood red as he cursed, "Quickly, take people to catch that provoking bastard!"
The content of the image was simple, just a few hooded individuals throwing clods of grass and dung at kneeling rcenaries.
Yes, the great defeat of the Light Eagle Group referred to the battle against the invaders...
Ever since Aston placed an order at the Invasion Guild, almost overnight, the frequency of invasions against the Light Eagle Group increased dramatically.
This severely disrupted their exploration progress, even causing their Dungeon exploration to co to a standstill at one point.
But most importantly, these invasions severely damaged the rcenaries’ confidence.
The entire incident left the rcenaries feeling stifled, extrely stifled, because when facing the invaders, they felt helpless.
The hooded guys liked playing dirty tricks, using all ans to win, even stooping to dig into their enemies like hyenas!
And they were adept at fighting humans within the Dungeon; that’s right, limited to the Dungeon, only utilizing its labyrinthine terrain could the invaders be considered complete.
What frustrated the rcenaries was that while they could easily crush these invaders on the surface world battlefield, in the Dungeon, they were the ones being led like dogs!
The most painful thing was, that gang of invaders sohow seed to know the map of the Casas Underground Tomb better than the rcenaries who had diligently explored it—a definite sign of outside technical support!
Utilizing their map knowledge, the invaders could customize their strategies professionally, such as each having an [Original Force] and pushing people down cliffs using shockwaves.
The period of being played like monkeys by the invaders was said to be the darkest mont in the Light Eagle Group’s history.
When the Light Eagle Group’s brains finally deciphered the invaders’ behavior patterns and developed counterasures, the invaders suddenly vanished, nowhere to be found!
In their place, mysterious figures would occasionally project the invaders’ various desecrations of the rcenaries in the sky, inviting everyone to enjoy these ultimate humiliations together.
Damn, why are the invaders so wicked!
Aston still thought about stirring things up at the Invasion Guild, but they had shifted their base without acknowledging him, making him choke with rage.
He couldn’t pinpoint what went wrong, only guessing soone had outbid them, persuading the invaders to turn against him on the spot.
So, who placed the bid?
Fire raged in Aston’s eyes; he had a suspect in mind but couldn’t find any evidence, forced to suffer in silence!
The rcenaries’ morale plumted with these successive unfortunate events, compelling Aston to gather his wits and co up with a way to boost their spirits. Thus, a banquet was held the night before the competition.
Analyzing the situation rationally, even though they faced significant obstructions, Aston believed they still had an advantage.
Why? Because of their secret weapon—the second undiscovered path.
So far, no adventurer had disclosed this information, aning this path remained a secret, a secret they believed could be the key to victory!
"Eat and drink to your hearts’ content, brothers, the dark days will pass, tomorrow will be our mont to wash away the sha!"
The rcenaries forced themselves to rally, eating and drinking, but the atmosphere never reached its peak.
This mont could be considered the lowest point in Aston’s life, while the other captains... all watched amused, with no intention to help.
It seed the rcenary group wasn’t entirely a unified block after all.
The night swiftly passed, and the day to announce exploration progress finally arrived.
There was no gathering of people from both sides to announce intelligence among the crowds; at this mont, the Skyrim Strategy Group was still inside the Dungeon, not surfaced.
Both sides chose a more convenient and efficient thod—submitting the intelligence to the Kingdom’s largest newspaper, "Denor Weekly," headquartered in the Royal City. On this day, the weekly would release a special edition, publishing the intelligence provided by both parties one by one.
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