As the saying goes.
Although elves were the kings of the forest…
However, how could he not pick up fish when he often walked by the river?
Due to the heavy armor of an Elven Warrior, the tree trunk under his feet suddenly cracked…
He didn't fall down. His nimble movements allowed him to instantly hug the main tree trunk.
William smiled. Look, didn't you almost fall off the tree?
However, the tree trunk under their feet happened to fall beside the orcs, causing them to scream in fear. They held their axes and looked around, thinking that justice had descended from the heavens.
This was what happened.
The Elven Warrior who was hugging the tree looked at his companions around him expressionlessly.
However, William still considered it. Could it be that his luck value was too low, which lowered the average luck value of the entire army?
"Yes…"
Swoosh swoosh…
Before the other Beastmen could shout, all the archers pulled their bows and fired. There was no need for orders in this situation. Their mission was to attack without hesitation the moment they were discovered and give the Beastmen the heaviest blow.
He didn't want the Feudal Lord to open his mouth and let the enemy be on guard.
After all, they had been here for some time. The dwarves 'thin bodies probably could not withstand the orcs' fierce attacks again and again!
When hundreds of warrior power arrows flew across the sky, they pierced through the dense leaves. The exaggerated warrior power tore through countless leaves, and the sky was filled with green dregs…
As for the next moment.
Howls continued.
Blood spurted out from the heads of hundreds of orcs as they fell to the ground. Many orcs were seriously injured!
At that moment.
Many beastmen were startled awake. The wall was coming!
However, there were as many as 1,500 Beastmen attacking the dwarves 'cave, and 500 of them had already rushed into the cave, engaging in a bloody and sweaty hand-to-hand battle with the dwarves.
The leader of the team was a tall orc with a greatsword in his hand. His skin was white and covered with black tattoos. He was a pale orc with a grandmaster bloodline that ordinary orcs could not inherit.
He looked at the arrows flying towards him, but they didn't move at all as he sat on the wolf. His eyes were still flashing with a cold smile because the battle energy shield that he casually released instantly caused all the arrows that approached him to fall.
That feeling.
It was like a needle that had to be inserted into a rock without any gaps…
No matter how hard he tried, he could only fall weakly to the ground.
Not even a second of endurance?
Would he care?
There was no feeling at all!
His powerful strength and deterrence filled the morale of the other orcs just by standing there!
"Elves from Border Town? Then he would kill them first before dealing with those dwarves!”The pale Orc let out a muffled roar. The 1,000 orcs behind him who were not within range drew their weapons coldly and charged at the elves at the same time!
They were facing several times the number of orcs.
Would William get into trouble?
Of course…
No!
"Uncle Lautner, I'll leave it to you!”William patted him on the shoulder. This distant uncle who had no blood relations with William twitched his lips, but he still nodded heavily and landed on the ground.
The fallen leaves around him were torn into pieces by his fighting spirit before they could even be lifted. As he walked forward step by step, the pieces slowly fell to the ground.
From the various situations, it could be seen that his mastery of battle energy and his ability to act cool was simply superb. He had even been looking forward to it for a long time…
"Everyone else, attack with all your arrows. Leave it to our hero, Lautner!”William was not joking. He did not let any Elven Warriors or Spellblades fight under the tree.
Because…
This was still a newbie zone!
Regardless of whether it was near Border Town or within the borders of the two Duchies, as long as they did not leave this area, the highest-level NPC in the vicinity would only be Level 70 in Version 1.0.
Moreover, no matter how powerful their bloodlines were or how powerful Wu Lu and the others were, they were still in the growth stage and had not reached the upper limit of their bloodline potential.
For example, the giant dragon in the snowy mountains of the East Sea looked very powerful and had a huge body…
However, in front of a true powerhouse, a dragon with a Legendary bloodline like it was just a young dragon, or even a young dragon. It was far from mature…
As for Lautner?
It was a Level 52 Epic Bloodline Boss.
In terms of true strength, it was definitely not weaker than a Level 60 Grandmaster Bloodline Boss.
Players observed NPCs based on their bloodline and level.
Because the higher the bloodline, the more it represented whether the BOSS could drop a lot of loot…
But what were the NPCs looking at?
That was the aura of the energy in their bodies and their physical fitness. They could not see through bloodlines, at least half of the NPCs could not.
AD trained battle energy, AP trained magic.
How did NPCs view levels? What did levels represent?
This represented the NPC's personal attributes and physical fitness.
As for battle energy and magic?
It represented the amount and quality of energy in the body.
In other words, the potential of an NPC's bloodline almost represented whether he could continue to strengthen his physical fitness, comprehend battle energy techniques, and whether he had the ability to break through to the next realm.
The NPCs were like the otherworld. They had to cultivate techniques, and their physical fitness and battle energy (magic power) had to improve at the same time to slowly increase their strength.
Meanwhile, players would fight monsters, do missions, and even eat food to gain experience!
Experience could be allocated to both the level and the cultivation technique at the same time. It was completely free from the low-level fun of needing various requirements to break through to the next stage.
Basically, every major breakthrough only required him to complete some missions. Although the later the mission, the more difficult it was…
Enough idle talk!
……………………
Lautner was a Demon-Hunter Ranger. Although he had a hidden class, he was still a kiting type.
However, he was carrying a glowing longsword and slowly walking towards the Orc army. All kinds of situations could show that he really did not like the Orcs in front of him. He could not fight a thousand alone, but he was alone. Even if the Orcs surrounded him, how many people could he face at the same time?
When the pale Orc leader saw this scene, his expression turned cold. The aura from his nostrils became heavier and heavier, and even the huge sword in his hand was releasing vigorous combat qi!
He could sense the powerful aura and recognize that Lautner was an existence of the same level as him at a glance. However, Lautner's arrogance and confidence were simply like a god looking down on insects!
This feeling made the pale Beastman recall the past.
That was when he was as small as a puppy.
He lay on the dirty pile of dung, revealing his bright eyes as he watched the elves brutally slaughter his tribe. Not a single elf was left behind. His parents were lying in a pool of blood, but he didn't care…
However, Uncle Mister Wang, who loved him the most, also spun his body before he died and fell in front of him. He silently covered his wet eyes with his feces…
"Ahhh, get lost, you bunch of trash!”The pale Orc's eyes became redder and redder. He looked at Lautner, who was like a god of war, killing half of the Orc army. He finally couldn't take it anymore!
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