“Damn! The Boss is going berserk!”


    “Be careful! Dodge! Everyone, keep your distance and kite him!”


    The yers were taken aback as Lionheart King Imsh madly charged towards them. Startled shouts echoed through the air as most attempted to swiftly dodge, but among them, a few disyed audacious courage, choosing to confront the rampaging Boss head-on.


    Within this few brave yers, three high-level tank warriors exchanged nces and nodded in unison.


    Wielding their weapons, the trio simultaneously activated their [<strong>Unyielding</strong>] skill to bolster themselves up before charging forward.


    “We’ll hold him off! Everyone, find any chance to wear him down!”


    The three tanks yelled.


    As elite members of the First Legion, the trio boasted robust physiques and extensive experience in aggro control.


    In this critical moment, witnessing these high-leveled tanks boldly charging in, the other yers felt a wave of relief as their hearts settled.


    However, their respite was short-lived, as they wholly underestimated the might of King Imsh the Lionheart…


    Even while nursing an injury, a golden-rank is still a golden-rank.


    Yet, yers have still not fullyprehended the significance of an expert that attained a golden-rank.


    Imsh rushed straight smack dab right into the center of the yers formation, embodying the tenacity of an insatiable wolf amidst a flock of sheep.


    With a thunderous roar, the Orc King swiftly cleaved a tank in half, sparing not even the mount beneath the yer…


    Even in death, the yer’s face still bore an unsettling excitement, seemingly oblivious to his sudden demise.


    Afterwards, Imsh kicked another tank who attempted to sneak attack him from behind, sending the yer crashing ten meters away whilst also breaking several trees in the process.


    The fallen yery on the ground like a broken sack, silent as his bodyy tattered and in pieces.


    Moreover, for yers using the game’s built-in blood and gore filter, their view now turned the dead yer into a mosaic of red and white.


    Imsh roared once more, swiftly grabbing yet another yer that’s attempting to ambush him from the other side.


    The yer was horrified and struggled frantically, but s btedly found out that the opponent’s arm restraining him was as solid as steel…


    With bloodshot eyes, the Orc King shouted and snapped the yer’s throat amidst the horrified looks of those yers surrounding him.


    Then, he crushed the yer’s head in his hand easily just like an egg.


    With a thud, red and white scattered all over the ground as yet another mosaic formed beneath his feet.


    In the blink of an eye, the three high-leveled tanks of the First Legion met a brutal end.


    Each of these tanks were usually capable of easily handling strong monsters in the underground dungeon, yet now they sumbed rather helplessly to the Orc King’s attacks.


    One sliced at the waist, another kicked into a pulp, and thest had his head exploded…


    What’s more, all of this were done in just mere three seconds.


    Seeing such efficient disy of brutality, the yers were almost stunned, uncertain of how to proceed.


    “Fuck!”


    “Damn!”


    “Isn’t this level of difficulty just too extreme!?”


    “I can’t believe it…Golden-rank experts are so scary!”


    “This guy must not be spared!”


    “Pffft Hahaha! Aren’t you guys too easily scared? Come on now, don’t try to kill me withughter and let’s get back to hunting this monster.”


    Although astonished, the yers weren’t overly fearful.


    Despite the situation, they could still have fun and joke around with one another.


    After all, most of these yers are from First Legion, a guild chock-full of battle crazy lunatics.


    Witnessing the Orc King’s ferocity only heightened their enthusiasm, pushing them to greater excitement.


    “Kite him! Sneak around! Don’t engage in closebat idiots! kite him from a distance!”


    “Use your aggro skills! Mages and druids, CC him! Everyone, use your crowd control skills together; I refuse to believe we can’t restrain him!”


    “Shoot him! Keep shooting! Never stop firing your guns!”


    yers chattered like a pack of cunning wolves, dispersing and dodging Imsh’s attacks, whilst also taking the opportunity to counterfire.


    In that pivotal moment, mages tirelessly unleashed their barrage of spells, while the resonating echoes of the steam gun constantly reverberated through the air. Arrows, infused with radiant skills, also continued their relentless descent upon the Orc King and his subordinates.


    Several vines emerged from the ground, entwining Imsh’s thighs, as ice magic spread across his arms, and froze half of his body…


    Nheless, amidst the ceaseless onught of attacks, none could do more than only slightly hinder King Imsh’s rampage.


    He still move around akin to a humanoid projectile, roaring furiously whilst charging recklessly through the crowds of yers.


    Even if he is continually disrupted by binding spells, and even when yers ride their mounts to evade him, anyone targeted by him will not survive for more than five seconds.


    Imsh’s burst speed and strength far exceeded yers’ expectations!


    At this point, the Orc King’s rage had already consumed him entirely.


    Imsh didn’t even know how many elves he had in…


    His only lingering thought left at that moment was to kill any long-eared ones that stands in his way and lead his remaining tribesmen back at home…


    His once glorious armor nowy in ruins, leaving himpletely bare-chested as bullets repeatedly struck him and arrows pierced his body.


    His body was entirely riddled with arrows; however, fortunately for him, all these arrows only prated the shallowestyer of his skin, causing no significant damage.


    Nheless, it made him look more ferocious and terrifying…


    With his body bathed in blood and wearing a scathing expression, King Imsh, from the yers’ perspective, resembled an undying infernal demon from hell.


    Perhaps for the sake of authenticity, the devs of Elven Kingdom actually decided on not disying NPC health bars during boss battles.


    Hence, yers currently didn’t know how to assess the Orc King’s state and how much Health Points he had left.


    However, Imsh’s series of killings gradually made yers more and more apprehensive.


    This Orc Boss was simply a live, breathing killing machine!


    Whoever he fixated on, immediately died…


    Yet, yers have also noticed that as time goes by, his speed was gradually decreasing…


    Although not very noticeable, it was indeed slowing down!


    Moreover, unlike before wherein he can instantly rush up and kill anyone he targeted, now, after enduring a prolonged battle, his ability to perform this task seemed to have considerably slowed down.


    Not only that, but the more sharp-eyed yers have also began to noticed that this Boss was now slightly panting.


    His face now showed a deeper shades of red and green.


    “His condition is declining! We can beat him!”


    “Yes, his speed has slowed down!”


    Excitement filled the yers as their morale surged again.


    However, inparison to the yers’ rising confidence, King Imsh, on the other hand, whilst being entirely surrounded by an increasing number of long-eared folks, felt increasingly miserable.


    He was a Golden-rank expert.


    He possessed formidable strength.


    Even if he is injured, this numerous group of long-eared folks still wasn’t his match!


    However in the end…numbers prevail and the sheer volume of enemy forces remained overwhelmingly daunting for him, even as a golden-expert to contend with…


    Moreover… these long-eared folks seemed to also have a way to call for more reinforcements…


    These weird elves are as annoying as flies. Despite already killing a lot of them, their numbers still hasn’t dwindled at all and even grew more and more as time goes by…


    As a high-ranking expert, Imsh could still much endure at his current state despite the odds…


    Yet after fighting for so long…


    After hours of intense grueling battle…


    He now finally realized that he had no one left by his side anymore…


    By this point, in a brief moment of rity, King Imsh looked around and finally noticed that all his subordinates, who had bravely followed him, had already fallen in battle…


    s, he…was now alone.


    All by himself, amidst the bodies of his fallenrades…


    At this moment, the mighty Lionheart, king of the Half-Orcs, the once lofty and imposing figure thatmanded a 30,000-strong army, now instead appears somewhat deste and lonely as he silently gazes up at the darkened skies.


    “Kill them all…Go back home together…”


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    <strong>【</strong> <strong>ALONE 】</strong>


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