Strictly speaking, Rexxar wasn't a Hunter. He could only carry pets. Most of his skills were Berserker.
As a result, Lu Li saw this huge Orc and Ogre hybrid charging towards them with the speed of a Warrior. He entered the crowd and swung his axes, casting a Whirlwind Slash.
Not only did the Hunters worship Rexxar for capturing a peerless pet like Misha, but the Warriors also worshipped Rexxar.
This was especially true for the Warriors on the Horde side. Apart from a small number of players who didn't understand Saar's class and worshipped him as a Warrior, many people saw Rexxar as the spiritual leader of the Berserkers after seeing his ferocity.
It was already night, but the Valley of Spears wasn't that dark. The crescent moon shone on the Desolate Lands, and the stars twinkled in the sky.
However, when the white light of death rose, the valley was as bright as day. Lu Li raised his hand to cover his eyes. It wasn't that he couldn't bear to look, but that this level of death was too dazzling.
With just this wave, at least 30 players from The Capital of Glory had died.
This was also thanks to the outstanding battle awareness of the large clubs. The players had spread out as much as possible, and only a few dozen players had been affected by the skill.
"Main Tank, Warriors, go up! Everyone else, retreat!" White Westhill was so scared that his soul almost left his body, but his reaction wasn't too bad. He knew that a Boss of this level couldn't be defeated, so they could only try to reduce their losses.
"You killed my clansmen, attacked my Misha, and most importantly, you woke me up from my sleep. Who gave you the guts to do this?" Rexxar roared angrily again. He raised his axes high, then swung them towards the players. This skill was a straight line skill, so its width was pretty good. As long as the players were in the line of the skill, apart from those with high Defense or those who activated their damage reduction skills in time, they would be instantly annihilated.
"Fierce, this is too fierce," Lu Li exclaimed, dumbfounded.
Lu Li knew that Rexxar was strong, but he didn't know that he was this strong. After all, in his previous life, Lu Li had only seen the description of this boss in some posts. That was something that happened in the 70s.
At that time, there were many people who ranked the strongest NPCs in Dawnlight. Although Rexxar wasn't at the top, it was generally believed that he was at least at Jaina's position.
Now, Lu Li believed it. He had no choice but to believe it. He was also starting to hide for the sake of his own survival.
Rexxar didn't notice him. Perhaps in the eyes of this mixed-blood Orc, everyone here was trash. Since they were trash, then why would he care about whether Lu Li was from the Alliance or an NPC? Either way, trash had to die.
Lu Li didn't want to die. At least, he didn't want to die now. As long as he didn't die, the Capital of Glory would continue to have a sliver of hope of completing the quest.
Although White Westhill had told everyone to escape, he still made preparations. He was still commanding the Main Tanks to intercept the Boss. In his opinion, as long as they could pull the Boss and resist the BOSS, there was no Boss that couldn't be defeated.
"Come back here." Rexxar stomped his feet heavily (acting coquettishly?) Then, the players who had already run over a hundred yards away and were about to leave the battle were teleported to his side.
Finally, despair began to spread in everyone's hearts. It seemed that even escaping had become an extravagant hope.
"Fight them to the death!" White Westhill gritted his teeth and roared, "Focus fire on that bear. Even if we can't kill him, we have to kill his pet."
Could a dung shoveler without a master still be called a dung shoveler?
Lu Li tried his best to maintain his Stealth state. He seemed to see a hope of survival. He tried his best to stay within a hundred yards of Rexxar. This was a position where skills couldn't reach him, and he wouldn't be caught if he ran too far away.
The Capital of Glory's players weren't as cowardly as him.
They had already been provoked by White Westhill. They seemed to have made up their minds to kill Misha the Violent Bear and let Rexxar, the dung shoveler, have a taste of pain.
Perhaps it was because of his master's crisis that Rexxar was in a state of anxiety. He … went berserk!
Even when he wasn't berserk, Rexxar could insta-kill people. When he went berserk, he could basically insta-kill everything. The remaining players from the Capital of Glory were like leaves being swept away by a gust of wind. Several hundred people were completely wiped out in an extremely short amount of time.
Lu Li maintained a distance of a hundred yards from Rexxar.
After the battle ended, Rexxar didn't attack him. Instead, he hurriedly rushed in front of the Violent Bear. His heart ached as he carried the Violent Bear and hurriedly ran into the depths of the valley.
The Violent Bear's HP had dropped by more than half before Rexxar had appeared. After that, it had been focused on, so its injuries were indeed quite heavy.
The Ogres here can't be fought. If you're discovered by an Ogre, don't resist. Just die. Everyone else, don't rescue them. We'll just pick up the equipment. I reckon that the people from the Capital of Glory will be back soon. "Lu Li informed Chongzi and the others to enter the Ogre territory. They had entered the valley a long time ago, but they had been lingering around the Centaurs.
"Got it. Lu Li, be careful." Chongzi received the notification and immediately brought some people in.
The rewards from a Wild Boss battle were no worse than a Instance Dungeon. However, they had to compete with others. This kind of competition meant risk, but it also meant rewards. The equipment left behind by the losers would become extra rewards for the winners. Sometimes, the rewards were even better than fighting a Wild Boss.
Although they had lost today's battle, no one knew that the Capital of Glory had been wiped out here.
As long as the Capital of Glory sent a group of Thieves over, they would be able to reduce their losses to a minimum. After all, the maximum level was 60. Once they reached that level, they wouldn't lose any EXP. At most, they would lose some potions and equipment.
After the group of Thieves entered, they immediately began to pick up the equipment on the ground.
One core elite team, four elite teams, and a few experts. More than 500 people had died here. It was a bright sight, and many people found it difficult to breathe.
In their excitement, some people accidentally attracted the aggro of the Ogres.
They were immediately surrounded by a dozen strong Ogres.
Because of Lu Li's reminder, everyone turned around and ignored the helpless look in their companion's eyes. After all, closing one's eyes wasn't that hard.
The Ogres' status panel was very high. Anyone who was too confident in themselves and looked down on them would pay the price.
After a few more people made the same mistake, the rhythm of the scavenging army began to get back on track.
Another Thief was killed. Chongzi shouted, "I told you to be careful. Why did you die again? Did you not bring your brains to work?"
"It's not an Ogre!" After the Thief died, he couldn't speak, but he quickly sent a message.
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