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Unlike previous battles, the players had devised a new set of tactics for this encounter. The melee combatants, particularly the sturdy tanks, formed a formidable front line in front of the gate, their weapons poised and ready for action as they mounted their trusty beasts. Their ranks were meticulously arranged, creating an imposing barrier.

Meanwhile, the healers positioned themselves strategically behind the melee fighters, up the city wall, ensuring they maintained a safe distance while still being able to provide vital support to their comrades in the heat of battle. Their focus was on buffing and healing the frontline players, bolstering their strength and resilience as they clashed with the enemy forces.

A crucial aspect of the strategy involved the players’ respawn mechanics. Rather than returning immediately after being defeated, fallen comrades remained inside the city gates, where they regrouped and prepared to rejoin the fray with a fresh battle formation. This ensured that the players could maintain a continuous defense, preventing any breaches in their defenses from weakening their position.

Furthermore, they also stood ready to restrain any villains who managed to break through the city walls, preventing them from wreaking havoc within the city’s confines. These defenders remained vigilant, ready to spring into action at a moment’s notice to safeguard the city from danger.

Some agile melee combatants gathered, ready to defend their comrades from any threats that may breach the city walls. Mostly they were rogues and assassins. Their role was crucial. While they may not have the same durability as their tank counterparts, their speed and agility allowed them to dart between the ranks, striking swiftly at any foe that dared to approach the ranged combatants and healers.

The battle tactics had been meticulously planned and discussed among all participating guilds, ensuring that everyone was on the same page when it came to defending the city. However, some guilds had their own strategies in mind, and as long as they didn’t interfere with the overall plan and were agreed upon by all parties involved, they were allowed to proceed with their own tactics.

The tension in the air was so thick that they could almost taste it. Players shifted nervously on their feet, their hearts pounding. They scanned the horizon anxiously, waiting for any sign of the devil emperor or his monstrous minions.

But as the seconds ticked by, there was nothing. No looming shadows on the horizon, no eerie sounds of approaching enemies. Just silence.

The murmurs began to spread among the players, a ripple of confusion and uncertainty passing through the crowd.

"Hey, what’s going on? Why hasn’t the enemy shown up yet?" A paladin on the front line said.

"I don’t know, man. This is weird. It’s like they’re playing mind games with us," the warrior beside him replied.

"Do you think there’s some sort of glitch in the event system?" A sentinel followed.

"I doubt it. This game’s been running smoothly. It’s gotta be something else," the knight said, unsure.

"Well, whatever it is, I don’t like it. It’s making me antsy just standing here waiting," the paladin said again.

The warrior nodded. "Yeah, same here. I’d rather be fighting than twiddling my thumbs."

"Let’s just stay alert, guys. We don’t know what’s coming, so we gotta be ready for anything," the sentinel warned.

"Agreed. Keep your weapons ready and your eyes peeled. We’ll handle whatever comes our way," the knight once again scanned the surroundings.

The cry pierced through the air like a chilling wind, causing a shiver to run down the spines of those who heard it. Elio’s frown deepened as he strained to listen, his senses heightened by the unsettling sound.

"Shh!" Elio hushed the group, his voice low but urgent. His words echoed in the tense silence that followed, as everyone strained their ears to catch any further sounds.

The cry, though faint, was unmistakable. It carried with it a sense of desperation and anguish that sent a shiver down their spines. The group exchanged concerned glances, each one feeling a knot of apprehension tightening in their chests.

As they listened intently, their eyes remained fixed on the horizon, searching for any sign of movement. But instead of the expected horde of enemies, they were met with an eerie sight.

A solitary figure emerged from the distance, her form shrouded in the fading light of dusk. She moved with unsteady steps, her movements faltering as if weighed down by an unseen burden. Her Eastern royal robe billowed around her, the fabric tattered and stained with dirt.

The woman’s face was pale, her features contorted in anguish as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her cries grew louder as she drew closer, filling the air with a haunting melody of sorrow.

"What’s happening?" one of the players whispered, their voice trembling with unease.

Elio’s brow furrowed as he watched the woman approach, his mind racing with questions. Whatever was unfolding before them was unlike anything they had encountered in the game before.

"We need to stay alert," Elio said, his voice low but resolute. "There’s something strange going on here, and I don’t like it."

Elio’s mind raced with questions as he watched the mysterious woman draw nearer. Her presence was unlike anything he had encountered, and the absence of a level above her head only added to the intrigue.

"Is she a monster?" Elio mused aloud, his brow furrowing in confusion. But as he studied the woman’s status, he found himself at a loss. There was no level displayed, only her name: "Mei Ling."

The absence of a level was puzzling. In the world of the game, every monster, whether player, was assigned a level based on their strength and abilities. But Mei Ling seemed to defy this rule, leaving Elio to wonder if she was truly what she appeared to be.

"An NPC?" Elio questioned, his voice tinged with uncertainty. The idea seemed implausible, given the circumstances. NPCs typically adhered to predetermined scripts and behaviors, and encountering one in the midst of a war event was unheard of.

A message box appeared in front of Elio.

Arcana: I will attack her. Prepare for whatever will happen.

Elio quickly replied to the message.

Mac: Okay.