Demacia found three young elves in the prison of the Half-Orc stronghold!
When he uploaded the screenshot to the forum, the players almost exploded in an instant …
Humans were very emotional creatures, and they had a natural sympathy for the weak.
At the same time, most people lacked resistance to cute and cute creatures.
And the young elves perfectly matched this point …
Their big eyes were very pure, and their white and tender skin looked as if it would be pierced by a light touch. Their faces that had not yet grown were absolutely pure and cute.
Coupled with their dirty clothes, their expressions that showed fear and despair from time to time, and the faint vigilance and alienation that they unconsciously emitted, the three young elves looked like three little kittens that were being bullied.
For a moment, all the players' sympathy was overflowing …
"Too … too cute … Ah … No … Too pitiful!"
"Although it's a game, this expression is too much of a foul, right?"
"The Half-Orcs are too much, how dare they have designs on us, the noble and beautiful elves! Count me in on this mission! "
"Demacia, stay by the side and don't touch them!"
Demacia was speechless.
"Go go go! Go save our elven companions! "
"Coming! Coming! "
The players who were already excited by the hidden mission became even more enthusiastic.
In Eve's perception, she was surprised to find that the dozens of players who had accepted the mission quickly grew to over a hundred people …
They all joined Demacia's team and began to move in the direction of the stronghold in twos and threes.
The reason was not only the mission reward, but also Demacia's screenshot …
In the end, Li Mu even had to specially open a group voice chat and be the team commander to prevent the players from swarming over and ruining things …
"You bunch of shota lolicons …"
Eve was silent.
…
The sun was setting in the west.
In the southeast area of the Elf Forest, four Half-Orcs that were Black Iron were walking in the forest.
In their hands, they were carrying a dead single-horned wind deer.
It was a Magic Beast that was Black Iron. Its blood had a strong magical property and was an excellent material for drawing magic circles.
However, this kind of Magic Beast was very difficult to find, and the Half-Orcs spent a lot of effort to finally capture it.
They chatted as they walked.
"Sigh, it's really not easy. In order to hunt a wind deer, it actually took us a whole day. I don't know if the High Priest will be angry …"
"There's no way, the forest in this area is too barren …"
"If you ask me, the High Priest is too impatient. Do you have to set up a magic circle to communicate with God Father?"
"Haha, you don't know this. How can reporting the secret to the tribe be better than directly reporting it to His Holiness the Father?"
"You're right …"
However, as they walked, the Half-Orc at the front suddenly stopped.
"Wait!"
He looked to his left and right with a grave expression.
"Something's wrong, it's too quiet here …"
After saying that, he sniffed again.
In an instant, his expression changed.
"Not good, there's an enemy!"
As soon as he said that, it was followed by a shout of "Attack!" Countless violent magic fluctuations were transmitted. Fireballs, wind blades, lightning strikes … It was like rain falling on their faces.
The four Half-Orcs were stunned.
They quickly threw away their prey and began to dodge.
But even so, because the magic was too concentrated, they were unfortunately hit. In a blink of an eye, they were all injured. The most serious one even had an arm crippled.
Before they could react, another similar shout was heard.
"Go!"
With a whoosh, more than ten tall silhouettes rushed out from all directions.
They were all wearing gorgeous equipment and had excited expressions. They carried their weapons and rushed towards them while shouting "Wula" and "Charge!". Their sinister expressions were as if they had seen their father's murderer.
Where … where did these Elves come from?!
How did the Elves know they were here?!
Looking at the four Half-Orcs with sluggish faces, the corner of Li Mu's mouth rose. He casually released a vine spell and commanded:
"Everyone, don't fight. They are very strong. We have more people, so we can slowly exhaust them to death!"
After saying that, he added, "Don't worry.
"Don't hit their faces!"
He had led the players to ambush here for a long time.
Because of Demacia's contact, the movements of the Half-Orcs had been under the control of the players.
And if the Half-Orcs wanted to draw a sacrificial ritual, they had to hunt for magical beasts in the forest.
And the magical beasts that could satisfy their needs were far from their stronghold. Especially the main prey, the Single-horned Wind Deer, the players happened to know where to find it.
Through the small map that Demacia had shared, Li Mu had determined that this should be the route that the Half-Orcs had to take to return. So, he had led a group of players to ambush here early on.
Now, they had finally caught them.
The Half-Orcs were very strong. Although the players had reached the lower level of Dark Iron, their combat experience was far inferior to the Half-Orcs.
However, because the players were not afraid of pain and death, when they really fought with the Half-Orcs, they had a fearless aura that restrained the Half-Orcs.
But even so, there were still a few players who fell after the first battle.
But there were too many players, and no matter how strong the Half-Orcs were, they were still outnumbered. The wounds on their bodies kept increasing …
When there was not much difference in strength, or when there was a slight difference in strength, the tactic of numbers was always the killer move of the players.
And the players were destined to be the nightmare of enemies who were not much weaker than them.
"Crazy! They must be crazy! "
Looking at the group of Elves who did not care about their lives, the four Half-Orcs were finally afraid.
As they retreated, they shouted loudly:
"We surrender! We surrender! We're willing to leave the Elven Forest. Stop fighting! "
After saying that, the Half-Orc leader's mouth twitched slightly.
This was their sure-kill technique!
Elves were creatures who loved peace.
As long as they were willing to admit defeat, this group of straightforward long-eared Elves would give them a way out and not kill them all.
This was the experience that the Half-Orcs had accumulated over many years of hunting Elves, and it worked every time.
But this time, the Elves did not stop …
"Surrender? Hehe, we don't take captives. You'd better obediently become contribution points and experience points! "
The players laughed and attacked more fiercely.
"They can't hold on any longer!"
"Kill them!"
"Defeat the evil Half-Orcs and save our compatriots!"
"Wula-!"
Hearing the cries of the Elves and seeing the bloodthirsty murderous intent in their eyes, the four Half-Orcs were stunned.
Wait?
They … they were going to kill them all?!
When did the Elves become so bloodthirsty?
For a moment, the Half-Orcs felt an inexplicable chill. They felt that their understanding of the Elves had collapsed in an instant.
"Are … are they really Elves …"
Looking at the ferocious and distorted handsome faces, they muttered in disbelief.
But the players did not give them a chance to think. Instead, they used all kinds of skills and attacked the Half-Orcs crazily.
Each Half-Orc attacked with a sword. After one attack, they retreated, and the others took over.
Their cooperation was extremely tight …
Finally, the first Half-Orc could not hold on any longer.
After being stabbed in the chest, he slowly fell down.
After the first Half-Orc died, the players became more aggressive. In the blink of an eye, the remaining Half-Orcs could not hold on any longer …
In the end, at the price of eight players' deaths, the last Half-Orc fell under a flurry of swords.
Immediately after, a group of players could not wait to take off their clothes and start rolling for equipment.
Li Mu did not participate. Instead, he looked at the Half-Orc's body that was dyed red with blood, his expression grave.
"I didn't expect the Half-Orcs to have such strong combat power …"
They had organized a total of twenty-seven players who were above level 11 for this ambush, but they had paid such a huge price.
And these were only Half-Orcs at the lower level of Dark Iron!
Li Mu could not help but sigh. The combat power of intelligent creatures and Magical Beasts at the same level could not be compared.
With a sigh, he shouted to an elven girl in the group, "Don't worry.
"Salty Meow, start changing the appearance of Boxed Lunch and the others."
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