From the hillside, Nie Yan glided down closer and closer to the frontline of Bloodlust Blades, where their members stretched all the way to the foot of the distant mountain.
Ahead, magic flew wildly and battles raged intensely, but the scene was relaxed behind, where many players sat idly on the ground discussing the battle upfront, not yet their turn to join the fray. The players here, scattered in small groups forming teams, were not exactly elites, at most upper-middle class players. They weren't worried about a large troop surprising them from behind; the Bloodlust Blades were well-informed and would have ample time to react if a large force approached.
Nie Yan surveyed the area and stealthily approached the densest part of the crowd behind.
A group of around twenty Bloodlust Blades players were gathered, casually chatting.
"Who do you think will win this time, us or Asskickers United?" a Holy Mage in a grey robe asked, showing little confidence in Bloodlust Blades.