Demacia's face turned green as he looked at the half-orc who was more than two meters tall in front of him.
One blow... just one blow, and he was almost incapacitated.
The corner of his eyes swept to the "disabled" state that kept flashing on the game system bar, and Demacia felt that the opponent's strength was terrifying more and more...
Aside from Uller's avatar, he had never really looked directly at such a powerful attack.
But Uller's incarnation is special...
Because the other party is a god, it is understandable for players to feel that their strength is terrible.
Not to mention, Uller is a plot boss, and in their opinion, it has been weakened by the official.
The incarnation state is unstable, otherwise it will not be overwhelmed by their crowd tactics...
But this ugly orc-like monster in front of him was different.
Unlike the incomplete avatar of Uller, he has no weaknesses... Demacia can be wiped out with a single blow.
Moreover, the other party still looks at ease.
Such monsters are truly terrifying!
Demacia has no doubt that monsters of such strength, even if players charge wave after wave, will probably die...
It's like a group of chicks charging a hound.
"Damn, I won't really hit the ceiling monster in this game, will I?"
Demacia cursed in his heart.
It seems that this time it is going to die once.
However, Demacia had fulfilled his role as captain until then.
I saw him turning his head and shouting behind him:
"I bumped into the wild map boss, you all run away! I will bear it first!"
The voice... very tragic!
Just as soon as he finished speaking, he was stunned...
Because behind him, there is no one at all.
The breeze blew, and only one leaf wobbled and fell.
Even farther away, you can still see a few tall figures running around constantly...
Demacia: …
Looking at the fleeing back of his teammates, he grumbled bitterly:
"I'm going, you guys are too self-conscious?"
Sighing, he looked at the orc in front of him and stretched his neck:
"Come on, just be neat."
He was waiting for the killing of the other party, and he looked like he was righteous and not afraid of death.
Looking at the elf in front of him, Blackstone raised his eyebrows.
This elf has a bit of backbone.
From the High Priest of the Mountain, Blackrock also received information that these elves might have the ability to be immortal.
However, in the same way, he firmly believes that this immortality of the other party must have certain limitations.
He had dealt with a necromancer in his early years and knew some secrets of death.
It is rumored that some followers of the god of death do have the ability to die, but that is at the cost of weakening their souls again and again...
Every time the body dies and the soul is pulled away, there will be an irreparable damage.
And after a few repetitions, the soul collapses.
Therefore, from Blackstone's point of view, even if the opponent possesses the ability to be immortal, he is probably not willing to die again and again.
After all, no creature can be truly immortal! They just delayed the time of death...
Moreover, the soul collapses, a death more desperate than normal death...
Thinking of this, he had a little respect for this elf.
At this time, several orcs followed, planning to chase the other elves who escaped.
However, they were quickly stopped by Blackstone:
"No need, this elf should be the leader, as long as he is caught, he must know the most."
After speaking, Blackstone waved his hand:
"You guys, tie him up."
A few ugly orcs came together, roughly took away the half of the machete from Demacia's hand, and tied him tightly with hemp rope...
Demacia was stunned as he watched the orcs move.
Wait...why does this boss play cards out of common sense?
In this case, shouldn't the monsters directly trample the player to death?
How did they tie themselves up?
and many more...
Why don't I really trigger any hidden plot? !
A flash of light suddenly flashed in his mind, and Demacia recalled some elf information that Miss Saint had mentioned...
Orc hunting party...
hunting elves...
People buying and selling...
and many more...
Didn't you meet the Orc hunting party?
Demacia's eyes gradually brightened.
Orcs are the enemies of elves!
What the hell!
Hide the plot!
Definitely hiding the plot!
In an instant, his sadness that he might have spent a perfect resurrection opportunity and his equipment was destroyed suddenly vanished.
Seeing that the elf caught by him was neither scared nor angry, but excited, Blackstone frowned strangely.
This elf... is there something wrong with his brain?
Shaking his head, he waved to his opponent:
"Let's go back to the base first."
Having caught an elf, he no longer intends to stay here.
He was afraid that he might attract powerful Death Blessed Ones!
Anyway, this elf has luxurious equipment and looks like a leader at first glance, so he must know a lot!
Hmm...although the strength is a little weaker.
Even if he was already prepared in his heart, even Blackstone did not expect the elves to be weakened to such an extent!
The lower black iron, hehe... It's like paper paste!
He gave Demacia a dismissive glance.
And when Blackstone finished speaking, a half-orc picked up Demacia with his backhand.
"Fuck... don't carry my chest, I'm hurt, I'm going to suffocate!"
Demacia cried.
The orc glanced at him, grabbed his legs, and hung it upside down on his shoulders.
Demacia: …
His face turned green:
"Rice... rice... lunch is coming out... vomit..."
But this time no one paid him any attention.
Afterwards, a group of orcs rushed back in a mighty manner with their "trophies" hanging upside down.
Demacia was strapped to the bone, and the orc's gait nearly knocked his stomach out of him.
However, at this moment, he is not afraid or worried at all, but full of excitement.
He could see it, these half-orcs would definitely not kill him.
They...seem to want to grab themselves and do something...
Do something...
and many more...
Ahem, these half-orcs shouldn't have such a strong taste, right?
For a moment, Demacia shuddered.
Especially when he looked at Blackstone's sturdy body and fierce appearance...
He was a little cowardly, and his face was faintly blue.
no no no...
Orcs have to sell for money, and sellers don't want second-hand goods, right?
Demacia shook his head, comforting his own self.
Forget it, the big deal is to find a way to commit suicide and return to the city!
I don't know if the elves will die if they bite their tongues...
But then again, the way of dying in Blue Star's martial arts novels doesn't seem to be scientific...
Or... can I hit the wall myself? Or hit a tree?
Demacia starts to think about it...
But one thing is certain, and that is that he should be safe for the time being.
Thinking of this, Demacia simply gave up thinking about it, but became more courageous.
He started to nag at the orcs constantly, trying to get some information out of their mouths, and by the way, to see if it could inspire a plot or something:
"Hey, hey, big guys, are you half-orcs?"
"Your two big teeth are so long! They are just a little yellow... How long have you not brushed your teeth?"
"Your machete looks so sharp! Um... what grade is this? Is it a gold legendary? Can I touch it?"
"Strong man! Strong man! That Strong man in front! What level are you!"
"Are you the legendary elf hunting team? Are you going to sell me if you catch me?"
"Where are you taking me? You... shouldn't have any strange thoughts about male elves?"
"That...Although I am handsome , your taste is quite...cough, but I think some things are more appropriate to do with the young lady, you say... right?"
"Cough, actually... I ate a lot of spicy food at noon, and now my entire intestines are spicy... and I still have hemorrhoids..."
"Then... what's your plan? Tell me, I've been arrested by you anyway..."
"Hey, hey, can you take care of me, it's boring to talk alone!"
"Hey Hey hey!"
"..."
Demacia is like a machine gun that never stops, blah blah blah blah...
Finally, Blackstone really couldn't stand this guy anymore.
"Shut up!"
He yelled angrily, picked up a goblin that was following with his backhand, ripped off its stinky torn pants with a "stab", stuffed it into Demacia's mouth, and wrapped a cloth bag over his head.
The whole world is clean.
Demacia: ...