Facing Two Arrogant Mystic Art Masters

I watched the empty space created by my spear in satisfaction, before nodding as I had achieved what I aspired for. My newly recruited, hastily gathered, low moral army changed, transformed into a fanatic believing army, players who would fight and die for me without any hesitation or fear.

How could they be afraid of any enemy when I was their greatest fear and admiration? Moral soared to the heavens, and I was content by this.

"Listen up, you will hold the castle until my army reaches here."

I said, as I intended to go at any moment of notice, to rescue my army. I already knew this battle would be long, chaotic one, so for an army supporting me to come here, all the way through all this ocean of players, they would be annihilated many times already.

So, I needed this new army of mine to buy me time, as when my other army requested aid, I would definitely move to their aid without hesitation or doubt.