"Hmph, Yonglan Knights are all like that."
Yolanda pouted, quietly expressing her disdain for the group's insane behavior.
The school she adhered to was the [River of Qinghui], a fighting style that required immense calculation and thought. It was an extremely calm and rational discipline, almost a Supreme Technique, and completely at odds with these brutes.
'Just a bunch of stat-junkies. We skill-based players look down on them.'
The Yonglan Knights charged out first, leaving the Resistance Army no choice but to follow. As everyone prepared their gear for the brutal, suicidal battle to come, Westheid walked over to Solren's side.
"Lord Solren, do you want to win?"
The Sword Saint, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, opened them at these words and looked at Westheid.
"Win?"
"To let the vast majority of people on the Kepal Plain survive, without having to fear pursuit from the Dragon Race."
