Game of the World Tree

"I can only go back first... I am a gold professional, and I have at least a hundred years left to live. A setback is nothing, I still have a chance!"

Accompanied by his personal guards, Imsh fled into the depths of the Dark Mountains while encouraging himself in his heart.

It's just... This kind of thought even he himself doubts is just a form of self-comfort.

In less than two years, the Forest of Spirits has undergone such a big change.

In less than two years, the elves have turned into this powerful and crazy appearance...

So what will happen in a few decades?

Imsh... I really can't imagine it.

Moreover, he has not yet figured out how so many elves gathered.

Nearly ten thousand elves, this is not a small number!

It is difficult for the elves to reproduce in the first place. So many elves... I am afraid that the only remaining wild elves in the southwest of the Seggs Continent are gathered together, right?

"No... it can't be more, the elves are not human."

Imsh shook his head.

And just when he was surrounded by his personal guards and ran...

Suddenly, an elf riding a crypt spider rushed out from the woods on the side.

It was a player who was chasing orcs, chasing, chasing, chasing, and chasing lost players...

The two sides met face to face, and each other was slightly taken aback.

And when the player saw what Imsh looked like, he immediately shouted excitedly:

"Found the boss! Found the boss!"

boss? !

Imsh was shocked!

Although I don't know what "boss" is, it must be referring to him!

Frightened, he quickly pulled out his lion heart sword and hacked the unlucky elf to death like a chicken...

At this time, he heard that the elves behind him who were riding the monsters chasing him were also excited:

"Fuck? Boss? Really?"

"There is a boss in the person in front?"

These players... are all players of the First Corps, a group of fighting madmen.

Although they kept chasing, they didn't pay attention to who they were chasing.

Anyway... they are all half-orcs, they still look like a small group, there are a lot of people, and they are obviously equipped with good equipment, so they have been chasing them all the way to the present.

Now that they knew it was the boss, the group of players instantly became excited.

"Boss! It must be the Lionheart King mentioned in the plot!"

"He is the strength of the golden lower ranks. We can't beat him. Hurry up and call someone! Invite Rose!"

"Forget about Rose, what are we going to make up for when she comes!"

"Then go and invite Heilong! That guy can still be just gold! Let's take the opportunity to make up for it!"

For a time, the excited voices of the players came from afar, and the Lionheart King Imsh was shocked.

These elves...because they have monsters as mounts, they are extremely fast.

But he himself was injured again, and his speed dropped dramatically...

Of course, as a gold professional, even if he is injured, his speed is not comparable to that of a black iron monster.

But as a king, he also has to take care of the other half-orc cronies who fled with him...

He has lost 30,000 troops...

He didn't want to give up on the last few dozen orcs fleeing with him.

Therefore, because of many concerns, he has not completely rid the elves until now...

But now it seems that this blind escape is also a mistake!

If they really let them attract the black dragon, in his current state, I am afraid that he will really fall here.

The other half-orcs around also understood this.

Their expressions were solemn, and they did not care about the injuries on their bodies. Those with weapons drew their weapons one after another, while those without weapons clenched their fists and said to their king:

"Your Majesty! Leave now! Let's stay and hold these elves!"

"That's right! You're alone... you will be able to go back smoothly, but it's a burden to bring us!"

"You are our king! As long as you are here! Orcs can rise again!"

"Only if you go back... can you avenge the dead clansmen!"

Their voices were excited and their eyes bright and determined.

Seeing his subordinates like this, Lionheart King Imsh's expression became more complicated.

"Hey……"

He stopped and scratched the blood on the Lionheart sword.

"If I give up everyone and flee back alone... Then what qualifications do I have to become the king of the orcs?"

Imsh's expression was very lonely.

The other half-orcs also had complicated expressions when they heard it.

Imsh finished speaking and raised his long sword again.

With red eyes and a grim expression, he roared angrily:

"Isn't it just hundreds of elves of the black iron rank?! After chasing us for so long... I'm really fed up! Let's destroy them with me! Then everyone goes home together!"

When the other demigods heard it, their eyes turned red.

They either clenched their fists or raised their weapons, and they also shouted:

"Kill them! Go home together!"

Imsh took a deep breath, his aura soared, and the pressure of the golden rank burst out instantly, and even a reddish halo appeared on his body!

I saw him roar, turned around, raised the lion heart sword and rushed towards the elves who had been chasing him!

The morale of the other half-orcs also soared.

They also fell into madness, turned around and roared and charged with their own king...

This scene will frighten the players who have been chasing them.

"I wipe! They're going to work hard!"

"What are you afraid of! There are so many of us!"

"Clear the mobs first! The boss is the main one! Don't need any other experience!"

"That's right! Don't hold back!"

They also shouted loudly and prepared to meet them.

Then, Imsh was shocked and angry to see that many elves suddenly raised a weapon that he could not forget—the steam gun.

I saw that these elves aimed their guns at the charging half-orcs and pulled the trigger one after another.

For a while, the gunshots were loud!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Lionheart only felt stinging pain in many places on his body, and knew that he had been shot.

However, the existence of the Golden Rank is naturally impossible to be killed by a mere projectile.

When he was trying his best to stimulate his strength, these bullets only broke his skin and could not penetrate his muscles at all...

But...the Orcs around him were different.

These half-orcs are at most the strength of black iron, and many have lost their weapons, and it is even more impossible to keep their shields.

They are now almost all living targets.

In an instant, seven or eight orcs groaned and fell to the ground.

While the others groaned in pain, their bodies were also injured to varying degrees...

Seeing this scene, Lionheart King Imsh's eyes turned red.

"Bastard! Despicable!"

He roared, his speed was mentioned again, and he rushed into the elves in an instant!