Soon, someone stepped forward. He was another Gold Rank Adventurer…
"I'll go."
Several heads turned and recognized the armored man. He wasn't famous like Arial. But he was also a Gold Rank Adventurer, which many acknowledge, and that was enough.
One by one, others followed.
"I'm in," said a Silver Rank swordsman.
"Let's do it," added a twin-dagger rogue.
"Better than waiting to get overrun… I will be at the front!" announced by a shieldbearer.
Soon, the crowd shifted. Nervous energy turned into determined voices.
They weren't a perfect army, but they were adventurers.
Arial smiled after seeing everyone's reaction. If he really managed to stop this horde with his lead. He might be able to get the promotion he really wanted!
"Good," he said. "We move in ten minutes. Prepare your gear… Bring your own medicines or potions with you… Remember, when the beasts hit the wall, we hit them harder."
***
Rayven adjusted the grip on his staff as the crowd began to move.
