Basic Ops, Do Not Watch If You're Not 6

Basic Ops, Do Not Watch If You're Not 6

William led the Warriors into the depths of the forest. Relying on the Elves' speed advantage within the woods, they reached the outskirts of the Orc Warriors' gathering place in just an hour.

Several Elven Rangers cautiously approached and reported, "My lord, the Orcs have added another hundred Warriors, and they're still transporting all kinds of weapons and equipment. It looks like they really intend to go to war with us!"

"Six hundred already? How many patrol soldiers do they have on the perimeter?" William stroked his chin, seemingly lost in thought.

"Quite a few. There are ten Orc squads on patrol, fifty in total!"

Lotner had never worried about the strength of these fellows. If he truly wanted to kill in the forest, he alone could wipe out these Orcs—as long as they did not run. Otherwise, it would be troublesome and waste some time.

William had the same thought!

[Quest: The Crisis Near the Territory]

[Second Stage: The situation is obvious. A rather sizable Orc tribe intends to fight you for this Iron Ore Vein, and they also plan to completely destroy your town. Deal with them, or deal with them personally.]

[Quest Completion: 0%~100%]

[Reward: 10000~50000 EXP]

[Reward: Unknown]

[Reward: Your subordinates' loyalty and favorability]

William narrowed his eyes. A second-stage quest? As expected, the rewards for Lord quests were beginning to involve his soldiers' loyalty.

According to the quest description,

he could either send troops to wipe them out or rely on his own abilities to kill them. For many Lords, this would be an extremely difficult matter.

Especially for a level 10 Lord.

But do not forget.

He was a Legend!

Even a weak Legendary Boss was still Legendary!

William shifted his gaze to an Elven Ranger captain. "Lend me your bow and weapons!"

"Yes, my lord!" The Elven Ranger captain was puzzled, but he was not afraid that the Lord wanted to covet his equipment.

The Elven Ranger captain had Leader-tier bloodline potential and was as high as level 33. His equipment was fairly decent.

A blue-quality longbow, with 130~180 attack.

A blue-quality one-handed sword, with 120~160 attack.

As for the bonus attributes, there was only a tiny amount, hardly worth mentioning.

As long as it was Low-Class equipment and met the attribute requirements, William could equip it.

After all, a Legendary Boss had high attributes and abundant health. He could afford to be willful...

And in Gods, weapons and equipment did not have level restrictions. They only had class and attribute requirements. If other professionals could lift them, they could use them.

If they wanted, even Mages could wear heavy armor. It was just that they might not be able to activate some special effects.

"William, as the Lord, you only need to shoot arrows from the side. There's no need for you to personally enter the battlefield!" Lotner said worriedly.

But the Legendary Boss, whose equipment was ridiculously shabby aside from his Epic-Class inner armor, shook his head. "No. A Lord should lead from the front. Nock, take the others and surround the gathering place. I'll handle them myself. Don't let a single one escape!"

"My lord, leave these Orcs to us!" The other Elven Warriors all objected. After all, this concerned life and death.

Although they could see that their Lord had successfully cultivated battle energy, he was still young. This was far too inappropriate. They wanted to return to the Elf Kingdom, but their consciences would not allow them to drag their Lord down...

"Follow orders. With Uncle Lotner protecting me, all you need to do is surround these fellows!" William looked at Lotner.

Lotner could only nod helplessly. "Fine. If there's an enemy who truly threatens you, the arrows in my bow will not be for show!"

"As long as they can eat meat, that's fine. But bring me more arrows. When you see that I'm out, throw me a quiver!" The corners of William's mouth rose slightly as he walked toward the Orc gathering place with nimble steps.

At the same time, the five Elven Mages exchanged glances and cast various beneficial buffs on him.

Lightness Technique.

Mental Technique.

Strength Enhancement.

Defense Enhancement, and so on. Most of the buffs could last around ten minutes. Their effects were not particularly obvious, but they were still better than nothing.

As for the other Elves, they dispersed soundlessly and surrounded the Orcs.

The forest...

Never go to war with Elves!

Otherwise, with humanity's nature, they knew that if the Elves ever grew numerous again, they would certainly become a threat. Yet they still did not dare rashly enter the forest, because they knew that in a primeval forest, the Elves' methods of combat were practically invincible and impossible to guard against!

A figure leaped through the bushes like an agile leopard, utterly silent.

Though he moved quickly and jumped high, he barely made a sound.

With every step, he effortlessly avoided patches of grass that might rustle. He was like a powerful Elven Hunter, lying in wait within the forest while never exposing himself.

Lotner watched all of this, his heart filled with uncertainty...

Could it be?

Had all of William's previous behavior been an act for others to see, even falling from trees?

Had he only revealed his true abilities after becoming a Lord?

William gradually approached an Orc patrol squad.

After observing from a tree,

the levels of the five Orcs appeared before him.

Three were level 20, and two were level 15. There was not a single Elite among them; they were all ordinary Orc Warriors.

"Then this will be easy!" William narrowed his eyes and took out three arrows with his left hand while holding the bow, reducing the time needed to draw arrows from the quiver.

He took an arrow in his right hand, drew the bow to its fullest, and fired the battle-energy-wreathed arrow!

Whoosh.

A streak of light cut through the dim forest. The Orc walking at the rear had no time to react before collapsing instantly.

A headshot. A fatal weak point. The instant its skull was pierced, fatal damage appeared.

The level 15 Orc Warrior, who had never possessed much health to begin with, died immediately.

Four hundred EXP acquired.

The four Orcs ahead heard the disturbance and were just about to turn around when William drew another arrow from his left hand and fired again...

In just two seconds,

three Orc Warriors were each headshot by his basic attacks.

But just as the remaining two Orcs drew their weapons and were about to shout...

A figure descended from above. William, still in midair, drew his bow fully and fired an arrow with a sharp twang.

The Orc with its mouth wide open felt a pain in its throat and collapsed to the ground while clutching its mouth.

As for the other Orc, who stood there dumbfounded, before it could counterattack, William—still in midair—drew his longsword from his waist and struck as he fell!

Swish.

William pulled the sword from the top of the Orc's head. Green blood dripped from the blade. Without stopping, he leaped up into a tree and continued searching for other patrol squads!

The combat sequence looked complicated, but it had actually taken less than three seconds.

Lotner could not help but be shocked by what he saw. Those five Orcs had not even managed to utter a word before the Lord dealt with them with ease...

"He didn't even use a single battle-energy skill!" Lotner sighed inwardly. The difficulty of firing an arrow while jumping was especially outrageous; even he had practiced for a long time before mastering it completely.

Who would have thought—who could possibly have thought—that the Lord had been concealing his abilities?

Lotner swallowed. "Just how many people did he deceive in Dark Night City?"