There definitely wouldn't be any super-large Orc tribes in the border area.
Even the super-large Elfin gathering place in the Blackleaf Forest was a few thousand kilometers away from the border town. There were only two human nations and small and medium-sized gathering places for a few races nearby.
The Elfin soldiers moving forward were light and almost silent. No matter what profession the Elfin was, everyone's movements were extremely careful, but they seemed very relaxed.
Because the Elfins were the masters of the forest. Any enemy of the same size in the forest was no match for them.
Climbing trees was something that they were born with.
Otherwise, those pure-blooded Elves wouldn't have remembered William falling from the tree as a humiliation …
Needless to say, William was also quite angry. He didn't believe that no Elfin had fallen from the tree. Did they have to look at him as if he was retarded?
Moreover, it wasn't him who fell. The one who fell had clearly returned to the World Tree.
Ahem, the Elfin rangers' archery skills were the most outstanding. They had long climbed the treetops. To them, fighting was to attach the arrows in their quiver with battle energy and shoot all of them. If the enemy hadn't died, they might be able to use their own swords.
Under the watch of the rangers' scouts, the hunters began to carefully dig holes near the Orc tribe and inserted sharp thorns in them. Some thin ropes that couldn't be seen were tied between two trees. If the enemy accidentally kicked them, they might be able to smash something.
Among them, the super-large iron rack was the worst trap.
This was obviously used to catch wild beasts and magical beasts. No matter how thick the Orcs' skin was, as long as they stepped on it, they would definitely be badly mutilated and their bones would be crushed by the teeth.
William could see the attributes of NPCs that weren't too exaggerated and even their health.
But other NPCs couldn't. This was an exclusive ability of players …
And any race, creature, or animal had their own weaknesses. Before they were strong enough to defend against everything, those weaknesses would be their fatal weakness.
This was like a different world. If I slashed your neck because my attack power wasn't enough and your neck was about to break, you would only lose 100 health points, unless this slash didn't break the skin at all.
For example, if William shot an arrow on the Orc's skin, it would only cause a superficial injury. This was because his strength in pulling the bow was too weak. But if an arrow pierced through the eyes, mouth, skull, and so on, it would be a fatal injury.
"William, just stand at the back in this battle. I'll protect you!" Lautner didn't want him to fight. After all, William's level was too low. According to the normal age of an Elf, William was still a child …
"It doesn't matter. If I don't experience battles, how can I grow? My archery skills are pretty good!" William smiled at this. He took out his white quality bow and easily climbed up the tree trunk.
It was obvious that he had become a mature elf that would not fall from the tree.
Lautner shook his head helplessly. Seeing that the soldiers were ready, he shouted, "Fire!"
Sou sou sou sou sou sou!
A series of ear-piercing sounds rang out.
The Elven Rangers and Elven Hunters stood on the tree branches at the same time and fired their first volley. Almost a second after the Orcs heard the shout, hundreds of shining arrows flew through the air, bringing with them an ear-piercing sound of air currents.
Nearly eighty Orcs fell to the ground with their heads facing up. White and yellow brain matter splattered everywhere. This was accompanied by a series of exclamations and angry roars, because many Orcs had avoided a fatal blow.
After all, the arrows did not have much effect on their simple and crude chest armor. If they did not use enough strength, they might not have been able to cause any damage.
But!
How could the appearance of a group of high-tech headlocks not scare the ordinary Orcs?
Other than the first volley, the Elves on the tree did not wait for the Orcs to counterattack and started shooting freely.
The dense rain of arrows caused the Orcs to scatter all over the ground. There was no effective Orc archer to counterattack.
If one were to ask which family in the Gods' continent was the strongest archer, it would be the pure-blooded Elves. Even the half-Elves could not compare!
They were natural-born godly archers.
But what was surprising was that William was here!
Many Elves standing on the tree branches looked at this Lord in surprise. Every time he pulled his bow and shot an arrow, he could accurately shoot down an Orc.
This was shooting down. Even if he did not kill them with one arrow, he would still be seriously injured.
This kind of bow and arrow used by Elven children had very weak destructive power. It was good against animals with soft fur and wild beasts, but these were all Orcs with thick skin and thick flesh. Orcs with battle energy. How could this kind of bow and arrow penetrate the battle energy shield?
But the next scene really made them a little surprised.
This Sir Lord was more like a sharpshooter than they were. Every arrow was faster than the one before, and every time, he could hit the eyes of those Beastmen. Every critical hit was fatal. Apart from some powerful Beastmen with deeper eye sockets, he did not lose a single arrow.
But what William wanted to say was that his attributes were really not bad. Moreover, he had played the game for so many years. Coupled with a player's godly skill, Insight, how could he not recognize which Orc was trash?
He only needed to pick those without battle energy. He loved the Orcs' old, young, women and children the most. He said that he was bullying the weak, but he clearly saw the fierce light in the Orcs' eyes …
And he felt quite happy as he watched his experience increase bit by bit.
After all, in this game of Gods, players could rely on killing monsters to level up in the early stages. But in the later stages, it was a trap. Without missions, leveling up was as difficult as ascending to heaven!
"Damn Elves, how dare you disturb your grandfather's tribe. I'm going to peel off your skin and turn all your thighs into barbecued meat!" An extremely strong Orc ran out in rage. He wore a body of heavy armor and had a fierce aura. He was 2.3 meters tall and held a huge mace. He casually smashed a tree that was as thick as a bowl.
"William, be careful, it's the Orc tribe leader!" Lautner was the closest to the tribe. He frowned and shouted, telling William to retreat.
"Little bastard, don't run!" The Orc tribe leader roared and rushed out with more than a hundred Orc warriors. He had never faced an attack from an Elven.
But the elders in the tribe had once said that after encountering the Elves, the most taboo thing to do was to hide. Instead, they had to take the initiative to attack, even if they might encounter a trap …
But why was he thinking so much now?
He was an Orc!
He would be finished if he was reckless!
"Damn Elven monkeys, why are they jumping up and down?" He looked at the many Elves running quickly and shuttling through the forest. He immediately rushed forward in anger.
But before they could run more than a hundred meters.
The Beastmen who suddenly fell into the trap started screaming in pain. All kinds of sharp bamboo rafts, barbs under their feet, huge beast traps, and three-meter-deep pits filled with sharp wood instantly made those Beastmen feel like they were about to die.
There was no other way …
Most Elves used this method to deal with small Orc tribes.
Prepare the trap.
Shoot arrows.
Infuriate.
The Orcs stepped into the trap …
Then, the Orcs waved their fists angrily. They felt that they had been tricked. But the enemy was in front of them and they were about to catch up. In addition, the anger in their hearts did not subside, so they continued to rush forward.
What happened next was …
They would encounter a group of well-equipped Elven magic swordsmen and Elven warriors on the left and right sides of the defense.
A hundred exaggerated Sword Auras were suddenly released, toppling a large number of trees and crashing heavily on the ground. Many unlucky ones were smashed beyond recognition.
The Orcs who had not yet formed a formation, even if some of them used their Battle Energy to defend themselves, were still easily chopped into meat paste. Dozens of figures were sent flying, dripping with blood.
Almost in one round!
This group of few Orc warriors were left dead or injured. Then, the Elven warriors swarmed in and attacked the tribe in full force.
There was no other way.
The Orcs' intelligence was generally worrisome. Not only were they below the average intelligence of the various races in the Gods' continent, but they even pulled down the average intelligence of the major races …
There was once someone who deliberately cracked open an Orc's head. After a series of careful research, it was finally clear that the Orcs' brains were not only lacking a string, but also a lot of water …
Unless there was an Orc Priest or a Wizard, their intelligence was generally similar to that of humans. They would not easily fall into a trap.
And these Priests and Wizards were the strategists of the Orc leaders.
Under normal circumstances, the Priests were responsible for commanding the battle and attacking from the back, while the leader was responsible for leading the troops to charge and break through the enemy lines.
As for whether the leader would die or not?
Anyway, it was fine as long as the Priest did not die. He would choose another leader!
But for an Orc tribe like this with only a few hundred people, it was difficult to produce an Orc Priest.
But sometimes, there would be deceptive phenomena.
That was, the Orc leader's intelligence was just a little bit higher, and he suddenly thought that he might have stepped into a trap.
Then, through all kinds of unimaginable methods, he coincidentally pulled down the enemy's intelligence. Then, with his long experience at this level, it was not impossible for him to defeat the enemy!
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