Divine Glitch: I Regressed With Endgame Knowledge

"We've got the numbers now. Those Alliance of Light players don't have the natural talent we Orcs do. Equal numbers should be more than enough!"

An Orc warrior scanned the battlefield with a sneer, then revealed his ID. The name Ironblood Hero gleamed above his head, and a roar of excitement erupted among the surrounding players.

Ironblood Covenant had long dominated the Alliance of Light, and to the Orc faction, they were the bedrock of victory. As soon as Ironblood Hero appeared, any lingering doubts about enemy skill vanished. Sleeves were rolled up, weapons tightened in hands—they were ready to fight.

Meanwhile, Ryan and his team arrived at the small bridge he had scouted earlier. A wide river flowed beneath, the water dark and quick, and the bridge spanning it was so narrow that only two players could walk side by side. This was Ryan's chosen battleground.

Technically, the bridge wasn't the only way across. Players could swim the river if they wanted, though their movement speed would drop by sixty percent. In other words, the bridge wasn't a true bottleneck. But Ryan understood player psychology—people would always pick the bridge first, even if swimming got them to the same place.

He intended to use that instinct against them.

Ryan had Moonlight Beauty and Nightwalker's group take the front positions, while he brought up the rear. When he reached the bridge's midpoint, he simply sat down on the worn planks, waiting.

"Guild Leader," Moonlight Beauty said, frowning, "what if they don't charge with their warriors first? What if they just send their ranged classes to attack from afar?"

Ryan smiled faintly. "Don't worry. If they think they can win, the warriors will always go first. That's how they are. Once their melee pushes in, we'll cut them down, and their ranged won't have anyone left to keep us pinned."

He knew warriors—he had seen this pattern countless times. They always charged if an enemy was in front of them. Even when tactics had evolved to their peak, warriors never changed. They fought for the rush. Once you learned the Charge ability and felt that surge of momentum, it was unforgettable. Even while traveling, a warrior would charge a stray animal just for the thrill.

At the riverbank, the Orc players appeared, their mangy direwolves padding forward, paws splashing in the shallows. They spotted Ryan's team blocking the bridge and sneered openly.

Ironblood Hero, being a warrior, naturally led the way.

When he stepped onto the narrow bridge, more than a dozen Orcs followed close behind, warriors in the front, other classes trailing behind. In the Flowing Light guild chat, several members couldn't help but snicker, watching the Orcs funnel themselves into the trap.

"There's only nine of them," one whispered. "If our dozen can't crush nine, we might as well go home and cry to our mothers."

A female Orc rogue near Ironblood Hero laughed, not even bothering to use Stealth. She strutted onto the bridge, taunting Ryan's group with a bold grin.

"Nightwalker," Ryan said quietly, "when the fight starts, focus on that Shaman. They've only brought one healer. Overconfident, aren't they?"

Nightwalker nodded, crouched low with two other rogues beside him, all three locking their sights on the lone Shaman at the rear. The moment the battle began, they would strike.

Neither faction could understand the other's language, but if they could, the air would already be thick with insults.

Ironblood Hero seemed impatient. He started a countdown in party chat.

"Three… two… one… GO!"

Four warriors, wreathed in red light, thundered across the bridge. In the next heartbeat, they slammed into Ryan's group with explosive force.

Charge!

Ironblood Hero and three other Orc warriors thundered across the bridge, weapons raised, aiming to crush the Paladin standing at the front.

But the moment they reached him, three bursts of searing fire exploded against their armor. Their health bars plummeted—from nine hundred to barely three hundred—before they even swung a weapon.

The Paladin only smiled, almost playful.

Crude Grenade! Avenger's Shield! Judgment! Fist of Light!

The four warriors barely had time to register the attacks before they collapsed, dead where they stood.

The charging Orc players stumbled to a halt, stunned. For a heartbeat, they couldn't believe their eyes. Four warriors had charged in—and in the blink of an eye, they were gone, wiped out by a single Paladin.

"Are you kidding me?! They died instantly!" an Orc hunter blurted, his voice cracking.

Panicked, he sent his direwolf forward to test the enemy. But the creature didn't even make it halfway across the bridge before arrows and spells from the Alliance of Light's ranged players tore it apart.

Meanwhile, Ryan's health bar, topped off by his Priest and Holy Paladin, hadn't dipped for long. With two healers behind him, he could face a small army head-on.

At the bridgehead, the Orcs hesitated. Advance… or retreat?

Then a desperate cry rose from the backline.

"Rogues! Rogues behind us!"

The frontliners spun around just in time to see their lone Shaman healer collapse, a dagger buried in his back. Three Alliance of Light rogues darted away, vanishing into safety.

Ryan grinned at the sight. "Charge!"

With the enemy healer gone, he and his team surged forward.

The Orc hunter in front panicked and fired a Stun Shot, but a bold Immune message flashed over Ryan's head. His hands trembled on the bowstring.

"Why… why is it immune?!"

Ryan had downed a Free Action Potion before the charge. No slow, no stun, no roots—nothing could stop him now.

He hurled his Avenger's Shield. The shield spun through the air, slamming into the first hunter, ricocheting to two more Orcs, and then snapping back into his hand. Behind him, his allies surged forward, while the ranged players rained death down the bridge.

Panic shattered the Orc formation. A few hunters and warlocks tried to retreat, but the warlocks in the rear, caught in the crush, blocked their path. Several leapt into the river in a last, desperate bid to escape.

It didn't help.

Swimming slowed them to a crawl. Arrows and fireballs chased them into the water, cutting them down one by one. The few who dragged themselves onto the far bank were swiftly ambushed and finished off by the waiting rogues.

Moments later, the bridge was silent except for the river below—and the laughter of the Alliance of Light. The ground was littered with Orc corpses. Ryan and his group collected a satisfying haul of honor points.

"Wait," Archress Mageress said, scanning the treeline. "One rogue is missing."

Ryan's expression sharpened.

"A rogue disappeared," she continued. "They can't have gone far…"