About thirty thousand players stood in formation on the plains. Though their equipment varied, each had the mark of a black dragon on their chest.0

Leading them, Kun Feng, the third commander of Black Dragon, held a communication crystal.0

A drowsy voice came from the crystal.0

—What’s the enemy’s movement?0

It was the voice of Xao Lin, the master of the Black Dragon guild. He didn’t participate in today's operation himself as a measure to leave himself an escape route, in case something went wrong.0

Kun Feng stood atop a fortress built along the Aldebaran border and looked toward the distant fortress. It was the stronghold at the border of the Kingdom of Rashion.0

“They’re still here. Count Hind and the other lords are regularly ascending the stronghold to observe us. It seems they’re unaware of what’s happening in their own territories.”0

—Things are unfolding more easily than I thought.0

“Yes, as long as we hold their attention, we should be able to blow our noses without lifting a finger.”0

—Assuming the Muldine bastards finish their job properly.0

Xao Lin muttered as he looked over his army through the crystal.0

—I’m just concerned about those...0