As the saying went.
Elves might have been the kings of the forest...
But if they often walked by the river, how could they not pick up a fish?
An Elven Warrior's armor was too heavy, and the branch beneath his feet suddenly snapped...
He did not fall. His agile reflexes let him instantly grab hold of the main trunk.
William smiled faintly. See? Hadn't he nearly fallen out of the tree?
But the fallen branch landed right 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...
But William still considered whether his Luck Value was simply too low, dragging down the Legion's overall average luck.
"There..."
Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish...
Before the other Orcs could cry out, every Archer carrying a bow drew and fired in unison. This situation required no orders. Their duty was to strike without hesitation the instant they were discovered, dealing the Orcs their heaviest blow.
Rather than waiting for the Lord to speak and giving the enemy time to prepare.
After all, they had been here for quite some time. With their small bodies, the Dwarves likely could not withstand the Orcs' repeated fierce assaults any longer!
Hundreds of Battle Aura arrows streaked through the sky, piercing layer after layer of dense foliage. The exaggerated Battle Aura shredded countless leaves, filling the air with green debris...
Then, the next moment.
Howls rang out without end.
Blood blossomed from the heads of more than a hundred Orcs as they collapsed, while many others were severely wounded!
At that moment.
Quite a few Orcs came to their senses. The cheaters were here!
But there were as many as fifteen hundred Orcs attacking the Dwarf cave. Five hundred had already charged inside, where they were locked in a bloody, sweat-soaked melee with the Dwarves.
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 found difficult to inherit.
As he watched arrow after arrow fly toward him, he remained motionless atop a giant wolf Magical Beast, a cold sneer gleaming in his eyes. The Battle Aura Shield casually blooming around him made every arrow that came near him fall instantly.
The feeling was...
Like a needle insisting on piercing a seamless stone...
No matter how hard it pushed or how much force it used, it could only collapse weakly to the ground in the end.
His powerful strength and intimidating presence alone filled the other Orcs with morale just by standing there!
"Elves from Border Town? Kill them first, then deal with those little Dwarves!" the Pale Orc roared in a muffled voice. The thousand-plus Orcs behind him, who had not been within range, coldly drew their weapons and charged at the Elves together!
Facing Orcs several times their number.
Would William be scared?
Of course...
Not!
"Uncle Lotner, I'm leaving it to you!" William patted his shoulder. This distant uncle of his with not a shred of blood relation twitched his mouth, but still nodded heavily before dropping to the ground with a boom.
Before the fallen leaves around him could even be swept up, Battle Aura shredded them into dust. As he walked forward step by step, the debris slowly drifted to the ground.
From every detail, it was clear that his control over Battle Aura—and his ability to look cool—had reached an exquisite level. He had clearly been waiting for this for a long time...
"The rest of you, attack with all your arrows! Leave the front to our hero, Lotner!" William was not joking. He did not send a single Elven Warrior or even Magic Swordsman down from the trees to fight.
Because...
This was still a beginner zone!
Whether around Border Town or within the two Grand Duchies, as long as they did not leave this region, then in version 1.0, the highest-level NPCs nearby were only level 70, and there were extremely few of them.
And no matter how awesome their bloodlines were or how awesome their identities were, they were still in their growth stages and had not reached the limits of their bloodline potential.
Take that Dragon of East Sea Snow Mountain, for example. It looked powerful, and its body was enormous...
But before true powerhouses, that Dragon with a Legendary Bloodline was merely a Young Dragon—perhaps even a Youngling 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 likely that boss was to drop a massive haul...
But what did NPCs look at?
They looked at the aura of energy within the body and physical attributes. 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 condition.
As for Battle Aura and magic?
They represented the quantity and quality of energy within the body.
In other words, an NPC's bloodline potential almost determined whether they could continue strengthening their physique, comprehend Battle Aura Cultivation Techniques, and break through into the next realm.
NPCs were like those in the Otherworld. They had to cultivate Cultivation Techniques, allowing their physical attributes and Battle Aura—or Mana—to advance together as they gradually grew stronger.
Players, meanwhile, simply killed monsters, completed quests, ate food, and so on to gain experience!
Experience could be allocated to both levels and Cultivation Techniques, completely escaping the tedious need to meet all kinds of requirements before breaking into the next stage.
Basically, every major breakthrough only required completing a few quests, though quests became increasingly difficult later on...
Enough chatter!
As a Demon-Hunting Ranger, Lotner might have had a Hidden Class, but he 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. Taking on a thousand alone was impossible, but even if the Orcs surrounded him, how many could face him at once?
Seeing this, the Pale Orc leader's expression turned icy. His breaths grew heavier through his nostrils, and even the greatsword in his hand began releasing surging Battle Aura!
He could sense that powerful aura and recognized at a glance that Lotner was an opponent of the same rank. Yet Lotner's pride and confidence made it seem as if a Deity were looking down on insects!
That feeling could not help but remind the Pale Orc of the past...
Back when he had been as small as a puppy.
He had lain in a filthy pile of 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 had not cared...
Yet Uncle Mister Wang next door, who had loved him most dearly, had also spun around before his death and fallen right before him, silently using his hand to cover his tear-filled eyes with filth...
"Ahhh! 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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