Mister Wang, Uncle

Chapter 23: Uncle Mister Wang

As the saying went.

Elves might have been the rulers of the forest...

But if you walked by the river often enough, how could you avoid picking up fish?

An Elven Warrior's armor was too heavy, and the branch beneath his feet suddenly cracked...

He did not fall. His nimble movements let him instantly grab hold of the tree's main trunk.

William smiled faintly at this. See? Hadn't he nearly fallen out of the tree?

But the branch beneath him happened to land beside several Orcs, startling them into shouting as they raised their axes and looked around, thinking justice had fallen from the sky.

That was what happened.

The Elven Warrior clinging to the tree looked expressionlessly at his companions around him...

But William still considered whether his Luck stat had been too low, dragging down the entire legion's average Luck.

"There..."

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Before the other Orcs could shout, every archer carrying a bow drew and fired in unison. This situation required no orders. Their mission was to strike without hesitation the moment they were discovered, delivering the heaviest blow possible to the Orcs.

Rather than waiting for their lord to give the order and letting the enemy prepare.

After all, they had been here for some time. With their small bodies, the Dwarves probably could no longer withstand the Orcs' repeated fierce assaults!

As hundreds of battle aura arrows streaked across the sky and pierced through layers of dense foliage, their exaggerated battle aura shredded countless leaves, filling the air with green debris...

Then, the next moment.

Howls rang out without end.

Blood burst from the heads of more than a hundred Orcs as they fell one after another. Many were severely wounded beyond recovery!

At that moment.

Quite a few Orcs snapped awake. The overpowered ones were here!

But there were as many as fifteen hundred Orcs attacking the Dwarven cave. Five hundred of them had already rushed inside, engaging the Dwarves in a bloody hand-to-hand battle of sweat and blood.

Leading them was a towering Orc wielding a greatsword. His skin was pale and covered in black tattoos. He was a Pale Orc, possessing a Grandmaster Bloodline that ordinary Orcs could hardly inherit.

Watching arrow after arrow fly toward him, he remained utterly still atop a magical giant wolf. A cold sneer flashed in his eyes, for the Battle Aura Shield casually blooming around him made every arrow that approached instantly fall.

That feeling.

Was like a needle insisting on piercing a seamless stone...

No matter how hard it squeezed or pushed, it could only fall limply to the ground in the end.

His formidable strength and intimidating presence alone, simply standing there without moving, filled the other Orcs with morale!

"Elves from Border Town? Then kill them first, and deal with those little Dwarves afterward!" the Pale Orc roared in a muffled voice. The thousand-plus Orcs behind him who were outside bow range finally drew their weapons coldly and charged at the Elves together!

Facing Orcs several times their number.

Would William be scared?

Of course...

Not!

"Uncle Lotner, I'll leave it to you!" William patted his shoulder. This distant uncle with no blood relation twitched his lips, but still nodded heavily before his figure crashed down onto the ground.

Before the fallen leaves around him could even be swept up, they were shredded into powder by battle aura. As he walked forward step by step, the debris slowly drifted to the ground.

From every sign, it was clear that his mastery over battle aura, as well as his ability to show off, had reached an almost supernatural level. He had clearly been looking forward to this for a long time...

"Everyone else, attack with all your arrows! Leave the front to our hero, Lotner!" William truly was not joking. He did not have any Elven Warriors, or even Magic Swordsmen, climb down from the trees to fight.

Because...

This was still a beginner zone, after all!

Whether around Border Town or within the two duchies, as long as one did not leave this region, the highest-level NPCs nearby in Version 1.0 were only level 70, and there were extremely few of them.

And regardless of how awesome their bloodlines or identities were, they were still in their growth phase and had not reached the limits of their bloodline potential.

For example, that Dragon of East Sea Snow Mountain looked incredibly impressive, and its body was enormous...

But before true powerhouses, that dragon with a Legendary Bloodline was merely a Young Dragon, perhaps even a juvenile dragon. It was still far from fully grown...

As for Lotner?

A level 52 Epic Bloodline BOSS.

In terms of actual strength, he was absolutely no weaker than a level 60 Grandmaster Bloodline BOSS.

When players observed NPCs, they looked at bloodline and level.

Because the higher the bloodline, the more it indicated whether that BOSS could drop an insane amount of loot...

But what did NPCs look at?

The aura of energy within the body and physical qualities. They could not see through bloodlines; at least, half of NPCs could not.

AD cultivated battle aura, while AP cultivated magic.

But how did NPCs view levels, and what did levels represent?

They represented an NPC's personal attributes and physical qualities.

As for battle aura and magic?

They represented the quantity and quality of energy within their bodies.

In other words, an NPC's bloodline potential almost determined whether he could continue strengthening his physical qualities, comprehend battle aura techniques, and possess the ability to break through to the next realm.

NPCs were like people in another world. They had to cultivate techniques, improving their physical qualities and battle aura—or magic power—at the same time to gradually increase their strength.

Players, meanwhile, killed monsters, completed quests, ate food, and so on to gain experience!

Experience could be distributed to both levels and techniques, completely escaping the low-level hassle of needing all kinds of requirements to break through to the next stage.

Basically, every major breakthrough only required completing a few quests, though quests became increasingly difficult as one progressed...

Enough chatter!

As a Demon-Hunting Ranger, Lotner's hidden class was still the kiting type.

Yet he carried a glowing longsword and slowly walked toward the Orc army. Everything about him showed that he truly did not give a damn about the Orcs before him. He could not fight a thousand alone, but even if the Orcs surrounded him, how many could face him at once?

Seeing this, the Pale Orc leader's expression turned cold. The breath from his nostrils grew heavier, and even the greatsword in his hand began releasing vigorous battle aura!

He could sense that powerful aura and recognized at a glance that Lotner was someone of the same rank as himself. Yet Lotner's pride and confidence were like a god looking down on insects!

That feeling made the Pale Orc recall the past...

Back when he had been as small as a puppy.

He had lain in a heap of filthy excrement, revealing two bright eyes as he watched those Elves brutally slaughter his tribe. The Elves had not spared a single person. His parents had fallen in pools of blood, but he did not care...

Yet Uncle Mister Wang next door, who had loved him most, had likewise spun around before dying and fallen in front of him, silently using his hand to cover his wet eyes with filth...

"Aaaah! Get out of my way, you useless trash!" The Pale Orc's eyes grew redder and redder. Watching Lotner carve straight through half the Orc army like a War God, he finally could not hold back any longer!

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