บท 456: The Hidden Value of T-750

"Quick, retreat! Give up the first floor and retreat to the second floor!" In the Roaring Dragon Mercenary Group, Old Gun as the commander yelled, retreating towards the second floor under the protection of a Heavy Armored Warrior in front of him raising an alloy shield.

Under the attack of seven or eight Tyrants and tens of Roaring Dragon Mercenary Group players, plus the continuous disruption by the supersonic waves of that Level 45 Commander grade bat, the Veterans Tribe players could not stand their ground.

After having close to one-third of their men killed, they had chosen to retreat to the second floor.

"Hurry, chase them up! Right, Old K, you bring a few people and guard there at the second and third passageways, check them too! Be careful of Veterans Tribe hiding people in those places to ambush us from behind!" A Scout player beside Seven Kills stared at his Recon Meter as he yelled into the Roaring Dragon Mercenary Group communication channel.