Lautner saw that the pale Orc was enraged. He waved his hand and a dazzling Sword Qi tore a bloody line in the Orc army.
He was as fast as lightning. When the Sword Qi disappeared completely, he had already arrived in front of the pale Orc. Behind him were dismembered Orcs on both sides. It was a shocking sight to see their broken limbs and blood flowed like a river …
A mid-level Elf with an Epic bloodline, and a Demon Hunter Ranger with a hidden profession. With his terrifying strength, he could really fight against a hundred Orcs alone!
"Oh, a pale Orc? A rare species from the second era. My father killed dozens of them. Where did you come from, an ancient species? " Lautner looked at him carefully. His aura was slightly higher than his, but not by a rank.
Hence, he did not seem to care and looked at him with a look of disdain!
Of course, he still knew what was going on. He held his sword tightly in his hand, ready to fight at any time.
What about the pale Orc?
He hated the Elf's big eyes the most!
Or rather, no race liked the Elf's beautiful, arrogant, and condescending eyes. They said, "I think you're a scum, I'm your great-grandfather, I killed your great-grandfather, I killed your grandfather, I killed your father, I can't beat you, but I can torture you to death. Come, come, come and hit me, you can't beat me, I'm awesome because I've lived longer than you …"
Anyway, the Elf was second to none in terms of attracting hatred in the Gods Continent. It was basically maxed out …
Hence, Lautner's words.
The pale Orc was so angry that he was trembling …
It was a tradition in the Gods Continent for many years that the two armies did not fight each other directly. When two armies were at war, if the generals of the armies met each other, they would mock each other and force each other to curse at each other to increase their hatred. Only then would they continue to fight!
"I'll pull your head off and stuff it into your asshole. You pointy ears, are you determined to save those dwarves?" Although the pale Orc was the commander of this army, he still had a mission. An Orc with this bloodline would not have low intelligence.
Even if the Elves and Orcs were mortal enemies, he still wanted to ask if this battle could be avoided!
After all, he wasn't afraid. He was just asking casually. As for whether his cursing would lead to an unavoidable war, he didn't care.
When Lautner heard that he was going to stick his head into his butt, he didn't listen to the rest of the sentence and directly spat out a mouthful of Elven phlegm, which landed on the pale Beastman's beloved sword …
Without a doubt.
The two fellows, who were not in the mood to talk, instantly started fighting.
…
William stood on a treetop and temporarily stopped the Elves from shooting arrows. The Orcs had also not taken the initiative to attack Lautner.
This was an unavoidable duel!
When someone could tear apart an army's formation and rush to the enemy's general, no one could stop this kind of duel. Otherwise, they would be despised by the gods.
Players loved to be spurned by others …
Therefore …
After the Chosen Ones descended on the Gods' continent for a few years, no one cared about the etiquette of the Gods with the players anymore. As long as the enemy was an army of immortal Chosen Ones, it was fine.
As for the elves' foul mouths and spitting?
Wasn't that normal?
Don't elves need to poop and pee?
Could it be that the farts of elves were fragrant?
Don't elves need to bathe?
Could it be that you wanted to say, "Goddess, don't be like this. Pooping will make you lose your halo. If the goddess hears this, she will slap you to death …"
In short, in the Gods' game, you would see the truest elves and other races.
You could also see an Elf who was very different on the battlefield and on an ordinary day!
You could see the perfection, elegance, and kindness of the elves in the peaceful forest.
You could also see them on the battlefield waving their knives at any living creature, no matter if they were sick or disabled, old or young. That kind of extreme indifference towards life often brought great shock to many people who did not know the truth.
They were the most extreme living creatures, but they were also the most outstanding warriors!
Bang!
Both of them used swords. One was a one-handed sword, the other a two-handed heavy sword. Logically, when these weapons collided, the one-handed sword user would often be suppressed. But the advantage brought by bloodline and occupation allowed Lautner to be on par with his opponent.
Surging battle energy wreaked havoc in a radius of ten meters!
The grass and trees turned into pieces and were blown far away by wave after wave of air waves.
In just a few seconds.
Many bloody wounds appeared on both of them.
Not every attack could be blocked.
But for the elves, they were not afraid of exchanging injuries for injuries.
Because they were true pure-blooded elves!
They had no shortcomings!
Their defense was also much higher than other races.
Especially for a boss with an epic bloodline like Lautner. He knew that he had a lot of health in his body and was not afraid of losing at all!
The two of them fought fiercely. Battle energy shot out in all directions. Under the collision of their battle energy, the ground under their feet sank layer by layer. The scene was very exaggerated and shocking.
The Orcs cried out in surprise. From time to time, they could even discuss who would win.
If their leader lost, what would happen to them?
Uh …
For most Orcs, wasn't this something they would only consider after they lost?
But seeing their leader, who had the upper hand, being beaten back, they began to feel uneasy …
And the elves stood expressionlessly on the treetops. They did not cheer or shout, only silence. Their eyes were fixed on the center of the battlefield, ready to attack at any time.
Were the elves not excited?
Yes, they were.
But the spirits felt that shouting and shouting was too degrading for them. It did not match their proud status …
After all, they were all long-lived species and had seen a lot. They must not have the same behavior as these short-lived species. Otherwise, it would definitely drag down the B rating of the elves.
So.
Seeing the elves charge expressionlessly, killing, and even being hacked to death without crying out in pain, it was all because of the B rating of their race …
William looked at the battlefield without blinking. He was not too worried that Lautner would lose!
According to his thoughts, Lautner would definitely win, and this group of Orcs would not be able to escape.
Otherwise, why would William, who had so few troops, come to save these Dwarves?
But what he was most worried about was who was behind these Orcs?
Was it an ordinary Orc tribe?
Or was it a tribe under the Giant Dragon!
The difference between the two was like heaven and earth.
Although the Giant Dragon might not have the heart to take revenge for the Orcs, it was very likely that the Orcs would be eaten because of their failure.
But it was better to be safe than sorry.
The Giant Dragon of the Snow Mountain of the East Sea was really going to come out early.
Then the Border Town would be fun …
If there were no accidents.
In the later stages of version 1.0, the Giant Dragon in the Snow Mountain of the East Sea was almost a level 70 Legendary Dragon Boss.
And now, it was a year before the open beta.
Even if the Giant Dragon was not level 70, it was at least level 60!
No matter what.
This dragon was a huge threat to them.
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