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 river?
A branch under an Elven 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. Look, you almost fell out of the tree.
The branch happened to fall beside several Orcs and they shouted in shock, looking around while holding their axes as if divine punishment had befallen them.
That was how things were.
The Elven Warrior holding onto the trunk looked at his companions around him, without expression.
But William had thought about this 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.
After all, they had been here for some time. The Dwarfs' skinny 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, leaving the sky 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!
The Orcs were shocked and realized that they were in trouble!
But there were as many as 1500 Orcs who were attacking the Dwarfs' cave, 500 had already rushed inside and were having a bloody fight with the Dwarfs.
The leader 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 a 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 deterrent force was able to give the other Orcs a boost of morale!
"The Elves from 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, 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 to pieces by his battle energy. As he sped forward, those pieces fell slowly to the ground.
All kinds of situations showed 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 Elven warriors or Witch Bladers descend for combat.
Because…
This was still an area for beginners after all!
No matter how close they were to Border Town or within the confines of the two dukedoms, as long one didn't leave the area, the highest-leveled NPC in the area was only at Level 70 during version 1.0. Furthermore, there were very few of them.
And no matter what kind of impressive bloodline they had, or what amazing identity they had, they were still in a nascent stage, having not reached the limits of their bloodline's potential.
For example, that Great Dragon from the East Sea Snow Mountain seemed to be very impressive, and its body was large…
But in front of a true expert, this dragon with Legendary bloodline was just a young dragon or even an infant. It was still far from grown-up…
As for Lautner?
A level 52 Boss with an Epic bloodline.
In terms of real strength, he was not inferior to the level 60 Boss with a Grandmaster bloodline.
Players looked at bloodline and level when observing NPCs because the stronger the bloodline, the more items the Boss would drop…
But what did an NPC see?
They could see the aura and physical quality of the energy in the body. They could not see bloodlines. At least half of the NPCs could not.
Attack damage cultivated battle energy and ability power cultivated magic.
How did an NPC see levels and what did levels mean?
This 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 battle energy skills, 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.
The players would fight monsters, complete missions, eat, 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 Demon Hunting Ranger, Lautner was still a kiting type although it was a hidden profession.
As he walked 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 gave out vigorous battle energy!
He could sense that powerful aura and could tell, at a glance, that Lautner was at the same level as him. However, Lautner's arrogance and confidence were as if the Gods were looking down on 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 the Elves brutally 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 as he looked around. He silently covered his wet eyes…
"Ah! Get lost, you trash!" The pale Orc's eyes turned redder. He looked at Lautner who was like a God of war, having killed half of the Orc army, and he could not hold it in anymore!