Even though the setting for this event was a swamp terrain unsuitable for cavalry deployment, Murphy's companions, once dismounted, were undoubtedly more formidable than members from other guilds.
Their blessings of war and mountain bloodlines were no joke, and the advantages they possessed in close combat could not be overlooked.
However, just as Stick Brother had prepared for a lone struggle, an unexpected guest visited him.
Led by an NPC escort, the short and plump Border City Prodigal, carrying a classic Mosin-Nagant Rifle, entered Stick Brother's tent. The middle-aged man, always with a cunning smile on his face, exchanged a few pleasantries with Stick Brother before getting down to business,
"Our 'Hymn of Loyalty' guild wants to form an alliance with your team in this major event, Brother Stick. Although we are few, we can offer a lot of help as logistics personnel because we operate the Transia First National Armory.
