PFC Chapter 644 They've Caught Up
Chapter 644 They've Caught Up
His voice was calm, but every word carried undeniable weight.
The members of the Iron Flag Guild began to retreat in an orderly manner.
The tanks in the front row, with their shields facing north, retreated step by step.
Their shields formed a wall, their eyes warily fixed on the northern fog, ready to respond to any possible surprise attack.
The healers and damage dealers in the back row should retreat first, followed by the melee damage dealers in the middle, and finally the tanks.
The formation remained intact, and the pace was steady.
Gao Qing walked at the very back of the group.
His eyes were fixed on the north direction.
In that direction, the fog was churning.
It's not flowing naturally, but rather stirred up by the crowd.
The fog seemed to be stirred by an invisible hand, forming gray vortexes, and in the center of the vortexes, one could vaguely see human figures moving.
Gao Qing gripped his shield tightly with his left hand and his sword tightly with his right.
If they really catch up, he has to be at the forefront.
This is his responsibility as president.
......
Ash stood on the high ground on the north side of the valley, watching the orderly retreating army in the distance.
"Interesting." A slight smile played on his lips. "They actually discovered us."
He originally thought that these players from the 9527 mainland would be like the casual players he had encountered before, completely unaware of his presence until they got right in front of him.
But this team is different. They clearly have a player with a detection talent, and that player's talent level is not low, as they can sense their presence from such a distance.
The three-eyed players behind him also saw the Iron Flag Guild retreating.
Someone couldn't help but speak up.
"Captain, they've escaped."
"I saw it."
"Aren't you going to pursue it?"
Ash did not answer immediately.
His gaze shifted from the retreating troops to the mid-level guard in the center of the valley who was still circling in place.
The guard's health is down to 10%.
Its pale blue body had several deep wounds, and shards were still falling from the wounds, like shattered glass. Tiny blue fragments drifted in the air, shimmering with a faint light.
The pale blue light in his chest was pulsating slower and slower, indicating that it had entered a weakened state.
"Let's fight the monsters first," Ash said.
"Captain, shouldn't we go after them? They've already disappeared."
The assassin was getting impatient; he had already stomped his foot several times, eager to rush out immediately.
"They can't escape," Ash said confidently. "A team of thirty is too big a target. Besides, they're retreating, not fleeing, and they're not moving fast. We'll take down the mid-level guards first, then go after them; we'll have plenty of time."
He glanced at the thirty-odd people behind him.
"Alright, let ten people stay to fight the monster, and twenty people go after them. Let's finish this quickly."
"clear."
Ashes chose ten men to stay behind and fight the guards.
These ten people are the team's highest damage dealers; they can take down a low-health mid-level guard in two minutes at most. The remaining twenty people, including Ash himself, are all mobile classes, making them even faster at chasing down enemies.
"Chase after them. Don't let them get away."
After Ash finished speaking, he carried his battle axe and jumped off the high ground first, chasing after the Iron Banner Guild in the direction they were retreating.
Twenty people followed Ash, like a group of sharks that had smelled blood.
The ten people who remained in the valley surrounded the lowly mid-level guard.
The guard's health was only 10%, and its defense was greatly reduced, making it unable to withstand the combined fire of ten players level 45 or higher.
"Hurry up and finish the fight, then go after the captain."
"Okay, don't rush me."
"This intermediate level 100 is a waste; just finish it and leave."
The ten men unleashed their full power, their various skills exploding on the guards with dull thuds.
The guard's health dropped from 10% to 5%, and then to 3%.
finally--
The guard's body began to disintegrate.
Pale blue fragments fell from the edge, like shattered glass, peeling off piece by piece.
The blue light in his chest suddenly brightened, then quickly dimmed, like a burnt-out star.
The guard let out a low, mournful cry, and its body split open from the middle. A pale blue ball of light floated out from the crack, hovering in mid-air and slowly rotating.
Intermediate Mist Spirit.
Someone reached out and grabbed it.
"Got it. Let's go catch up with the captain!"
The ten people turned around and ran in the direction Ash and the others had chased after.
..........
It only took ten minutes.
Gao Qing led the thirty members of the Iron Flag Guild, maintaining an orderly formation as they retreated south.
This is a retreat formation that the Iron Flag Guild has trained countless times.
This formation has saved them many times when they lost control of the mobs in dungeons or when they encountered rival guilds in the wild.
But this time, it's different.
"Guild Leader, they're catching up." Chen Feng's voice came through the team channel, filled with barely suppressed tension.
Gao Qing did not turn around.
He could hear footsteps behind him—not just one or two people, but twenty.
"How much further?" Gao Qing asked.
"Three hundred meters... two hundred meters... They're moving very fast; an assassin has activated a speed boost skill."
Chen Feng's voice grew increasingly urgent, "President, they're much faster than us."
Gao Qing gritted his teeth.
He knew he couldn't escape.
Thirty people retreated while maintaining their formation; the fastest they could go was at a certain speed.
The opposing team consisted of twenty people, all of whom were highly mobile classes and could easily catch up with a few speed-up skills.
If they abandon their formation and run, it will be even worse—the scattered team will be picked off one by one by the enemy and die even faster.
"Stop." Gao Qing raised his left hand.
The thirty members of the Iron Flag Guild stopped simultaneously.
The tanks in the front row turned around, their shields facing north, and swords extending from the edges of the shields, forming a makeshift defensive line.
The damage dealers and healers in the back row quickly adjusted their positions, forming a second line of defense behind the tank.
Everyone is facing north.
A figure emerges from the mist.
One, two, five, ten, twenty.
All the players were three-eyed, with an average level of 44 or 45.
Their equipment gleamed coldly in the fog.
Ash walked in the lead.
His gaze remained fixed on Gao Qing, like a hunter eyeing its prey.
Twenty people spread out behind him, forming a fan shape to surround him.
There were no orders, no passwords, and everyone knew where they were supposed to stand.
A tacit understanding cannot be developed in a day or two.
The members of the Iron Banner Guild looked at the group of three-eyed people in front of them with despair on their faces.
It wasn't fear—they knew when they joined the Iron Flag that this day would come sooner or later.
Rather, it was resentment.
They fought the intermediate guard for so long, and were just 10% health away from victory.
If they had just two more minutes, just two more minutes, that intermediate-level Mist Spirit would have been theirs.