Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
As the saying goes:
Although the Elves were the kings of the forest…
Who wouldn’t want to pick up fish when walking by the riverside?
A branch under an Elfin Warrior’s feet suddenly cracked because of his heavy armor…
He did not fall but nimbly caught onto the tree’s main trunk.
William smiled at this. Look, you almost fell out of the tree.
But the branch fell beside several Orcs and they shouted in shock, looking around while holding their axes as if justice had fallen from the sky.
That was how things were.
The Elfin Warrior holding onto the trunk was looking at the companions around him without expression.
But William had thought before. Could it be that his luck was so low that he had pulled down the average luck of the whole army?
“There’s…”
“Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish…”
Before the other Orcs could shout out, all the archers with bows and arrows, drew back their bows and shot out the arrows. There was no need to command them in this situation. Their mission was to give the Orcs the heaviest blow, without hesitation, from the moment they were found out, instead of letting the Lord speak and make the enemy be on their guard.
After all, they had been here for some time. The Dwarfs’ thin, small bodies could not withstand the Orc’s attacks again and again!
When hundreds of arrows with battle energy shot through the dense leaves, the strong battle energy tore apart countless leaves and the sky was full of green broken leaves.
At the next moment, howls sounded.
Blood spurted out from the heads of hundreds of Orcs and they fell to the ground, many of them were seriously injured!
Many Orcs were shocked and realized that they were in trouble!
But there were as many as 1500 Orcs who had attacked the Dwarfs’ cave, of which 500 had already rushed into the cave and were having a bloody fight with the Dwarfs.
The one leading was a tall Orc holding a large sword. His skin was fair but was covered with black tattoos. This was a pale Orc, with a Grandmaster bloodline that ordinary Orcs could not inherit.
He watched the arrows flying over, but sat motionless on the giant wolf beast, his eyes flickering with a sneer. Because of the battle energy shield on his body, all the arrows that flew close to him fell instantly.
The feeling was like a needle that wanted to pierce a stone with no cracks…
No matter how much he squeezed, how much strength he used, the arrows would only weakly fall to the ground in the end.
Such a strong and deterrent force was able to give the other Orcs a boost of morale just from standing still!
“The Elves from the border town? Then we’ll kill them first before dealing with those Dwarfs!” The pale Orc roared sullenly. The one thousand Orcs behind him, that were not in shooting range, then coldly drew out their weapons and rushed towards the Elves.
Faced with several thousand Orcs…
Was William afraid?
He definitely was…
Not!
“Uncle Lautner, I’ll leave it to you!” William patted his shoulder. This distant uncle with no blood relation twitched his mouth but still nodded gravely before jumping down.
The leaves around him that had not fallen, were torn into pieces by his battle energy. As he sped forward, those pieces fell slowly to the ground.
It could be seen from all kinds of situations that his mastery of the battle energy and his ability to look cool were amazing and even long-awaited…
“The rest of you shoot with all your might. We’ll leave the front to our hero, Lautner!” William was not joking. He did not let any of the warriors, not even the spellblade, get down from the tree to fight.
Because…
This was still a new area after all!
No matter how close it was to the town it was within the two duchies, as long as it was not separated from this area, the highest level NPC in the area was only 70 at the time of version 1.0, and this number was extremely rare.
And no matter what kind of impressive bloodline they had, or what amazing identity they had, they were still in the growing period and had not reached the upper limit of their bloodline potential.
For example, that giant dragon from the Snow Mountain seemed to be very impressive, and its body was large…
But in front of a really strong person, this dragon with Legendary blood was just a young dragon or even an infant. It was still far from grown-up…
As for Lautner?
A level 52 Boss with Epic blood.
In terms of real strength, he was not inferior to the level 60 Boss with Grandmaster blood.
Players looked at bloodline and level when observing NPCs because the higher the bloodline, the more it showed how explosive the Boss was…
But what did an NPC see?
It was the breath and physical quality of the energy in the body. They could not see bloodlines, well at least half of the NPCs could not.
Attack damage cultivates battle energy and ability power cultivates magic.
What did an NPC think of level and what did it represent?
It represented an NPC’s personal attributes and physical fitness.
As for battle energy and magic?
It represented the amount of energy and mass in the body.
That was to say, the bloodline potential of an NPC almost represented whether he could continue to strengthen his physical quality, understand the battle energy skill and whether he had the ability to break the next boundary.
NPCs were just like an alternate world, they needed to train their skills, improve their physical quality and battle energy (magic), and gradually improve their strength.
And players just fought monsters, completed missions, ate and so on, to earn experience!
Experience could be allocated to levels and skills at the same time, completely breaking away from the need to have various requirements, in order to break through the next stage of low-level fun.
Basically, one would only need to complete a mission after every major breakthrough. Although the missions at the later stages were all very difficult…
Cut the cackle!
…………
As a Devil Hunter Ranger, Lautner was still a kiting type although it was a hidden profession.
But he was walking slowly to the Orc army with his long shining sword. Many things showed that he really did not care about the Orcs in front of him. He could not go against one thousand of them as he was alone. If the Orcs surrounded him, how many could he go against?
The pale Orc leader saw this and his expression turned cold, his breath became heavier and even the large sword in his hand was giving out vigorous battle energy!
He could sense that strong air and, at a glance, recognized that Lautner was on the same level as himself, but Lautner’s pride and confidence were as if the Gods were looking at the insects they despised!
This feeling reminded the pale Orc of the past…
When he was still as young as a puppy.
He lay in the filthy dunghill, showing his bright eyes and looking at those Elves slaughtering his tribe. The Elves left no one behind. He did not care about his parents who were lying in a pool of blood…
But Uncle Miester Wang, who doted on him, also fell in front of him when he looked around, covering his wet eyes with his hand silently…
“Ah! Get lost, this group of trash!” The pale Orc’s eyes turned red and he looked at Lautner like a God of war, having killed half of the Orc army, and he could not hold it in anymore!
