Ellie, still in midair, looked down in confusion.
Only then did she vaguely remember that the Undead in this area were not the Eden Alliance that had been flirting with them.
And Gaia had only recently led people in a sneak attack on the headquarters of the Undead below.
Of course, she did not understand that her luck, which was always accompanied by gloom... If she had summoned neutral elemental creatures this time, the Undead might not have reacted so fiercely.
But Evil Orcs? Even if the Undead below had been Eden, they would have charged straight up without hesitation.
It had nothing to do with whether they had worked together before.
Anyone who saw a name so red it was nearly black and still did not attack was definitely AFK.
Fortunately, the Undead had always had a habit: when NPCs were around, it was best to let them wear down the boss's health first. Otherwise, those Evil Orcs at the front, clearly above level fifteen, would not have found it so difficult to rush onto the Rainbow Bridge.
So, her luck always carried a strange negative quality.
Watching this, Hill could not help wondering whether something had rubbed off on her when she was reincarnated... It was a little like Tymora smiling at her while Beshaba gave her a couple of looks.
The ugly Orc at the very front wore heavy, crude black full-body armor, wielded an enormous spear, and had a huge eyepatch over one eye. The sight made Hill shift slightly.
Only Gruumsh's priests dug out their own left eyes.
Although an Orc chieftain's authority was absolute, priests also tried their best to lead their clans while carrying out Gruumsh's brutal tasks. But because of the Orcish Pantheon's hidden temptations toward rebellion, as well as... the bloody