There was a good saying.
Although the Elves were the kings of the forest …
How could they not pick up fish when they often walked by the river?
An Elven warrior's armor was too heavy. The tree branch under his feet suddenly cracked …
He did not fall. His nimble movements allowed him to grab onto the main branch of the tree in an instant.
William smiled at this. Look, didn't you almost fall off the tree?
But the tree branch under his feet fell right beside a few Orcs, scaring them. They held their axes and looked around, thinking that justice had fallen from the sky.
This was what happened.
The Elven warrior hugging onto the tree looked at his companions around him expressionlessly …
But William still thought about it. Could it be that his luck was too low and pulled down the average luck of the entire legion?
"Yes …"
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh …"
Before the other Orcs could shout, all the archers with bows and arrows drew their bows and shot. There was no need for orders in this situation. Their mission was to attack without hesitation the moment they were discovered and give the Orcs the heaviest blow.
Instead of letting the Lord speak and letting the enemy be on guard.
After all, they had been here for a period of time. The Dwarfs' thin and small bodies would probably not be able to withstand the Orcs' repeated attacks!
When hundreds of battle energy arrows streaked across the sky, they shot through the dense leaves. The exaggerated battle energy tore countless leaves, and the sky was filled with green residue …
As for the next moment.
The howling continued.
Hundreds of Orcs' heads burst with blood and fell to the ground. Many Orcs were completely injured!
At that moment.
Many Orcs woke up. The wall hangers were here!
But there were as many as 1500 Orcs attacking the Dwarfs' cave. Among them, 500 Orcs had already rushed into the cave and started a bloody and sweaty hand-to-hand battle with the Dwarfs.
And the leader was a tall Orc holding a huge sword. His skin was white and covered with black tattoos. This was a pale Orc with a grandmaster bloodline that ordinary Orcs could not inherit.
He looked at the arrows flying towards him, but he sat motionlessly on top of the giant wolf. His eyes were still flickering with a cold smile. This was because he had casually released a Dou Qi shield from his body, causing all the arrows that approached him to fall instantly.
That feeling.
It was like a needle that had to be inserted into a stone that had no gaps …
No matter how hard he squeezed, no matter how much strength he used, he could only weakly fall to the ground.
His powerful strength and deterrence caused the other Orcs to be filled with morale just by standing still!
"An elf from the Border Town? Then let's get rid of them first, then deal with those dwarves! " The pale orc let out a muffled roar. The thousands of orcs behind him drew their weapons coldly and charged at the elves at the same time!
They had to face several times the number of Orcs.
Would William be in trouble?
That was for sure …
No way!
"Uncle Lautner, I'll leave it to you!" William patted him on the shoulder. This distant uncle, who had no blood relations with William, twitched his mouth, but he still nodded heavily and landed on the ground.
Before the leaves around him could be lifted, they were torn to shreds by his Dou Qi. As he walked forward step by step, the shreds slowly fell to the ground.
From the various situations, it could be seen that his control of battle qi and his ability to act cool were simply superb. Even to the extent that he had been looking forward to it for a long time …
"The rest of you, attack with all your arrows. Leave the front to our hero, Lautner!" William was not joking. He did not let any of the Elfin warriors or magic swordsmen come down from the tree to fight.
Because …
After all, this was a novice area!
Whether it was near the Border Town or within the borders of the two grand duchies, as long as they did not leave this area, in version 1.0, the highest level NPCs nearby were only level 70, and there were very few of them.
And no matter how powerful their bloodline was, no matter how powerful their identity was, they were still in the growth stage, and had not reached the upper limit of their bloodline potential.
For example, the giant dragon in the Snow Mountain of the East Sea looked very powerful, and its body was also very huge …
But in front of a true expert, this dragon with legendary bloodline was just a young dragon, or even a young dragon. It was far from growing up …
As for Lautner?
A level 52 Boss with epic bloodline.
In terms of true strength, he was definitely not weaker than a level 60 Boss with a grandmaster bloodline.
When players observed NPCs, they looked at their bloodline and level.
Because the higher the bloodline, the more it meant that this Boss could have a lot of explosive power …
But what did NPCs look at?
That was the aura of energy in the body and physical fitness. They could not see through bloodline, at least half of the NPCs could not see through it.
AD cultivated battle energy, AP cultivated magic.
And how did NPCs view levels, and what did levels represent?
This represented the NPC's personal attributes, and represented his physical fitness.
As for battle energy and magic?
It represented the amount of energy in the body and the quality of the energy.
In other words, an NPC's bloodline potential almost represented whether he could continue to strengthen his physical fitness, and even understand battle energy techniques, and whether he had the ability to break through to the next realm.
NPCs were like a different world. They had to practice techniques, and their physical fitness and battle energy (magic) had to improve at the same time, slowly increasing their strength.
And players were fighting monsters, doing missions, and even eating, and so on, to gain experience!
Experience could be allocated to levels and techniques at the same time, completely breaking away from the various requirements to break through to the next stage of low-level fun.
Basically, for every big breakthrough, they only needed to complete a few missions. But the later the missions, the more difficult it was …
Less idle talk!
…
As a Demon Hunter Ranger, although it was a hidden profession, Lautner was still a kiting type.
But he carried a shining long sword and walked slowly toward the Orc army. All these showed that he really did not want to spoil the Orcs in front of him. It was impossible to fight against a thousand Orcs alone, but he was alone. Even if the Orcs surrounded him, how many people could he face at the same time?
Seeing this scene, the pale Orc leader's expression was cold, and the breath in his nostrils became heavier and heavier. Even the huge sword in his hand was releasing vigorous battle energy!
He could feel that powerful breath and recognized at a glance that he was an existence of the same level as himself. But Lautner's arrogance and self-confidence were simply like a god looking down on insects!
This feeling made the pale Orc could not help but think of the past …
That was when he was as small as a puppy.
He was lying in a pile of dirty feces, revealing two bright eyes, watching the Elves brutally slaughtering his tribe. The Elves did not leave a single person alive, and his parents fell in a pool of blood, but he did not care …
But next door, Uncle Mister Wang, who loved him the most, also turned his body before dying and fell in front of him, silently using his hands to cover his wet eyes with feces …
"Ah ah ah, get out of here, you bunch of trash!" The pale Orc's eyes became redder and redder. He watched as Lautner killed half of the Orc army like a god of war, and he finally could not take it anymore!
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