Li Yao quickly arrived at the Task Release Point. Majestic carriages were everywhere, only these carriages were chariots of bones, and the horses were Skeletal Warhorses, glowing with the Soul Fire.
Usually, these warhorses were rarely seen. Now, with the soldiers being nervous and the front-line supplies insufficient, all the backup troops have moved to the front lines, and the supply line is completely reliant on the players.
The rumbling sound of numerous carriages transporting various supplies to the front line echoed continuously on the entire road.
Li Yao's eyes turned blue as he glanced at his team members, an expression of surprise appearing on his face.
These players had no guilds, only the logo of a mercenary group, and it was of the lowest level. Half of them were not even part of this mercenary company.