Imsh leaned on his Lionheart Longsword and stopped attacking.
He leaned on a dead tree and looked at the increasing number of elves in front of him, slightly lost in thought.
The number of players who had gathered was increasing.
Imsh had been completely surrounded by them.
Three layers inside and three layers outside, the kind that not even a drop of water could trickle through.
However, at this moment, Imsh didn't attack, and the players didn't dare to attack rashly.
In the previous battle, every player who attacked him was killed by him in the end.
Now that he stopped attacking, the players didn't want to die.
Everyone was worried that they would become the first bird to taunt the BOSS.
Both sides … were strangely in a stalemate.
Not a single Orc remained standing by Imsh's side.
The last few dozen orcs who fled with him had all died in battle, and even their corpses had turned into ashes.
Looking at the equipment dropped by his people on the ground, Imsh's expression was somewhat lost in thought.
He could still recognize which piece of clothing belonged to which half-orc, and which weapon was given to whom by him.
Although he was an orc, Imsh's intelligence had always been very good, and his memory was quite outstanding.
This was something that Imsh had always been very proud of.
It was just that … at this moment, he wished that his memory was as bad as possible.
Looking at the pieces of equipment that had lost their owners, Imsh thought of the familiar faces and the 30,000 orcs who swore to follow him to death.
"If … If I didn't start the war according to God Father's oracle, would those people not have died?"
All of a sudden, such an absurd thought popped up in his mind.
But soon, Imsh couldn't help but sigh.
This … how could it be?
This was a war of faith, a war of races, a war of everything!
In the world of Segers … this was the cruelest war!
Only the victors could survive …
Only the winner could have their own faith!
God Father's orders couldn't be violated and couldn't be violated.
Because …
The future of God Father was also the future of the orcs.
"But the 30,000 troops were annihilated, the High Priest was sacrificed, and even the totem guardians with Legend strength were all missing …"
Imsh didn't dare to think about the deeper meaning.
As the King of the Half Beastmen, although the High Priest did not tell him the real plan of the Father, he could still guess it.
God Father had placed great importance on this war.
If the Totem Guardians were missing, then the situation would be very serious.
For a moment, Imsh had a hint of understanding.
Most likely … the higher-level existences had already clashed with each other.
And the result … was already very obvious.
"This war … has already been lost."
Although he was unwilling to admit it, Imsh had no choice but to accept this cruel fact.
"What will the future of the beastmen be like?"
He was a little confused as he looked at the elves who were looking at him with vigilance and excitement …
The look in the eyes of these elves … Imsh was all too familiar with it.
When they were hunting, looting in the Kingdom of Ayres, and capturing Elves in the Elven Forest, the orcs would always have that look in their eyes …
That kind of gaze was one used to look at prey!
And that kind of excitement was the excitement of seeing the prey in his hands!
So … he was nothing more than prey to them?
For a moment, Imsh felt like this was the greatest mockery in the world.
He didn't expect that they, who had always prided themselves as hunters, would one day become prey …
He didn't expect that the existence that they had always regarded as prey would one day rise up and fight back …
Looking at the elves who were getting more and more excited and dangerous with his silence, Imsh couldn't help but pull out a mocking smile.
Perhaps …
This was also a kind of punishment.
Imsh thought gloomily.
Tired.
Really tired …
The strength in his body was getting weaker and weaker, the pain was getting more and more intense, and his consciousness was getting more and more blurred.
Leaning against the dead wood and holding the long sword, Imsh's eyes gradually lost focus …
…
On the other side, seeing that the Lionheart King Imsh was no longer attacking, the players first breathed a sigh of relief, then became excited, then excited, but in the end, it gradually turned into doubt …
"Huh? Why isn't the Boss moving? "
"Hiss … Is he holding back?"
"Could it be that he's dead?"
A player teased.
However, when he said this, no one answered.
For a moment, everyone looked at Imsh with a strange expression …
This Half-Orc, who had been fighting for a long time, was still standing at this moment, but he was indeed like a statue, without a trace of breath.
"Don't tell me … he's really dead? He's a Gold-level NPC! And … he didn't turn into ashes? "
The player who was the first to tease was shocked.
Fried Tomato, who was also besieging by the side, flashed his eyes slightly and asked in a deep voice,
"Did anyone receive the experience?"
The players looked at each other and shook their heads.
No experience …
He didn't turn into ashes …
Then … he shouldn't be dead, right?
At this time, another figure walked out of the crowd.
It was a fully armed Hunter player, half of his body was covered in Golden Legendary equipment, and he looked fierce.
His expression was cold, and he held a dagger in one hand. Under the surprised gazes of the other players, he walked toward the Half-Orc Boss in front of the dead wood.
"It's Boxed Lunch!"
"Boxed Lunch is here!"
"F * ck! Boxed Lunch, be careful! This Boss is powerful! Don't get bitten back! "
For a time, the players reminded one after another.
After a battle, no one dared to look down on high-level professionals anymore.
However, Boxed Lunch didn't stop. Instead, he went directly in front of Lionheart King Imsh.
The surrounding players instantly quieted down and stared at Boxed Lunch's action with their eyes wide open …
They saw Boxed Lunch first make an attacking gesture.
However, the other party didn't react.
Boxed Lunch's eyes focused. He decisively reached out and directly grabbed the long sword in Imsh's hand.
The other party … held it very tightly.
However, under the touch of Boxed Lunch, Imsh's body lost its center and fell directly to the ground.
In his hand … he was still holding his long sword.
His eyes were wide open. No one knew what he was thinking, but there was no trace of life in them.
He was really … dead.
"He's dead."
Boxed Lunch said in a deep voice.
For a time, the players instantly exploded.
"F * ck! He's really dead? "
"He was killed by our siege just like that?"
"Wait … why is there no experience! He didn't turn into ashes either! "
"Could it be a bug?"
At this time, Boxed Lunch's expression was slightly solemn.
He squatted down again and began to carefully examine Imsh's body.
Seeing him like this, Fried Tomato's heart moved slightly. He took a few steps forward and asked,
"What did you find?"
Boxed Lunch was silent for a moment and said,
"He's dead, but he wasn't killed by us."
"He wasn't killed by us?"
The players were all stunned.
"He … was poisoned by Rose."
Boxed Lunch said.
"F * ck! Poisoned? "
"Rose's poison? No wonder, no wonder! "
The surrounding players suddenly realized.
Of course, there were also people who were distressed.
"Ahhh! If we knew he was poisoned! We should've killed him in time! We missed the opportunity to kill him! "
"This damn experience mechanism! Plan your ass! "
"But … when was he poisoned?"
There were also people who asked in confusion.
"It should be after Rose killed Behemoth. I saw that after that, she chased this BOSS several times, but he escaped."
Fried Tomato said.
"Hiss … Rose's poison is very tricky, and after being poisoned, the more intense the activity, the more violent it will be! However, if the dosage isn't too high, if he moves in small amounts, suppresses it well, and receives treatment in time, he can still be saved … "
Calabash stroked his chest and recalled with a palpitating heart.
"Pfft … How do you know so much?"
"Don't ask! Asking means you're knowledgeable! "
Calabash's face darkened.
Even Boxed Lunch's expression froze slightly.
Hearing Calabash's words, some players had strange expressions.
"Since he was poisoned, he should've just escaped. Moreover, looking at his early stage, he was still alive and kicking. He should've been able to suppress his injuries, right?"
"Yeah, he's a Gold Class, and he's so fast. Why would he turn back and fight with us? The more he fought, the more serious his injuries became. In the end, he died from poisoning, and we didn't get to kill him. What a loss …"
Boxed Lunch glanced at the surrounding players who were frantically fighting over the equipment dropped by the Orcs, and then looked at the Lionheart Longsword that Imsh was holding tightly in his hand. After a moment of silence, he said,
"Because … he's the king of the Orcs, and he didn't want to leave these people behind."
"So … even if he knew that he would die from the poison if he turned back to fight, he still chose to turn back."
Upon hearing this, many of the surrounding players stopped what they were doing.
They suddenly remembered the words that the Orcs roared at the beginning of their charge …
They wanted to fight together and go home together …
The players looked at Imsh's corpse again, and their gazes were slightly complicated.
For a moment, the cheerful atmosphere in the surroundings became sluggish.
"Bury him."
Fried Tomato sighed.
After saying that, he couldn't help but mock himself.
"Damn it, it's just a game. Why do I care so much …"
Although he said that, he reached out his hand and solemnly closed Imsh's eyes.
Although he was an enemy, although he was an NPC.
But he was also a king worthy of respect …
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