Game of the World Tree

Imsh leaned on his lionheart sword and stopped attacking.

He leaned his back on a dead tree, looked at the increasing number of elves in front of him, and was slightly ecstatic.

There are more and more players gathered.

Imsh has been completely surrounded by them...

Three layers inside and three layers outside, the kind that doesn't leak.

However, at this moment, Imsh did not attack, and the players did not dare to attack rashly.

In the previous battle, every player who attacked him was killed by him in the end.

Now that he has stopped attacking, players don't want to die...

Everyone is worried about becoming a bird and mocking the boss.

The two sides... just stalemate in such a strange way.

There was no more orc standing beside Imsh.

The last dozens of orcs who fled with him have all died in battle, and even their corpses have been reduced to ashes...

Looking at the equipment dropped by the surrounding people on the ground after they died, Imsh's expression was a little dazed.

He could still recognize which piece of clothing belonged to which orc, and which weapon was given to whom by him in the first place.

Although the race is half-orc, Imsh's intelligence has always been very good, and his memory is also quite outstanding.

This is something Imsh has always been proud of.

It's just... at this moment, he can't wait for his memory to be as bad as possible.

Looking at the pieces of equipment that had lost their masters, Imsh remembered the familiar faces, and the army of 30,000 orcs who swore to follow him...

"If... if I didn't start the war in accordance with the God's oracle, wouldn't those clansmen not die?"

Suddenly, such an absurd thought popped into his mind.

But soon, Imsh couldn't help but sigh again.

This... how is this possible?

This is a war of faith, a war of races, a war of all-or-nothing!

In the world of Seggs... this is the most brutal war!

Only the victors survive...

Only the victors can have their own beliefs!

The commandments of God the Father cannot be violated and cannot be violated.

because……

The future of God the Father is also the future of the Orcs...

"However, the 30,000 army was wiped out, the high priest sacrificed, and even the legendary totem guardians disappeared..."

Deeper, Imsh dared not think about it.

As the king of half-orcs, although the high priest did not tell him the true plan of the father, he was able to guess a lot.

This war, God the Father takes it very seriously.

If the totem guardians are missing, then I am afraid the situation is really serious...

For a time, Imsh had a glimpse of enlightenment in his heart.

I'm afraid... the existence of the higher layers has already been confronted.

And the result... is already obvious.

"This war... has been lost."

Although he was reluctant to admit it in his heart, Imsh had to accept this cruel fact.

"What about the future of the Orcs?"

Looking at the elves watching him vigilantly and excitedly in front of him, his expression was a little dazed...

The eyes of these elves... Imsh is all too familiar.

When hunting, when looting in the kingdom of Ayres, when capturing elves in the forest of elves, the half-orcs would show that look...

That look is the look of the prey!

And that kind of excitement is the excitement of seeing the prey coming!

So...Is he equivalent to prey to them?

For a time, Imsh felt that this was the biggest mockery in the world.

Unexpectedly, they, who have always called themselves hunters, will also become prey one day...

Unexpectedly, the existence they have always regarded as their prey will also rise up one day to fight back...

Looking at the elves whose expressions became more and more excited and more dangerous following his silence, Imsh couldn't help but let out a mocking smile.

perhaps……

This is also a punishment.

Imsh thought sadly.

tired.

really tired...

The strength of the body is getting smaller and smaller, the pain like bone erosion is getting more and more severe, and the consciousness is getting more and more blurred.

Leaning on the dead wood and leaning on the long sword, Imsh's eyes gradually lost focus...

...

On the other side, seeing the Lionheart King Imsh no longer attacking, the players first breathed a sigh of relief, then became excited, then excited, but in the end they gradually turned into doubts...

"Huh? Why doesn't the boss move?"

"Hey... are you holding back?"

"Should he be dead?"

A player laughed.

However, as soon as he said these words, no one answered.

For a time, everyone looked at Imsh with a strange expression...

This half-orc who has been fighting for a long time, although still standing at this moment, is indeed like a statue, without a trace of sound.

"No... Really dead, right? He's a gold-level NPC! And... hasn't turned into ashes?"

The first player to tease was taken aback.

The tomato fried tomatoes, who were also besieged by the side, flickered slightly, and asked in a deep voice:

"Has anyone received experience?"

The players looked at each other and shook their heads.

no experience……

It didn't turn to ashes...

So... it shouldn't be dead, right?

At this time, another figure came out from the crowd.

It was a fully-armed hunter player, half-length golden legendary equipment, looking suffocating.

His expression was condensed, holding a dagger in one hand, and under the surprised eyes of other players, he walked towards the orc boss in front of the dead wood.

"It's a box lunch!"

"The box lunch boss is here!"

"Fuck! Be careful, Big Ben! This boss is amazing! Don't be bitten back!"

For a time, the players were reminded one after another.

After a fight, no one dared to underestimate high-level professionals.

However, the box lunch did not stop, but came directly to Imsh, the Lionheart King.

The surrounding players fell silent for a moment, staring wide-eyed at the action of the lunch box...

I saw that Bento first made an attack action.

However, the other party did not respond.

Bento's eyes froze, and he decisively stretched out his hand and directly grasped the long sword in Imsh's hand.

The other party... gripped tightly.

However, when the lunch box touched, Imsh's body lost its center and fell directly to the ground.

In his hand... he still only leaned on his long sword.

His eyes were wide, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but there was no trace of his expression.

He really... was dead.

"he died."

The box lunch said solemnly.

For a time, the players exploded in an instant.

"Fuck! Really dead?"

"So you were besieged to death by us?"

"Wait...why don't you have experience! It didn't turn into ashes!"

"It's not a bug, is it?"

At this time, Bento's expression was slightly solemn.

He crouched down again and began to examine Imsh's body carefully.

Seeing him like this, he moved slightly in his heart, took a few steps forward, and asked:

"What did you find?"

Bento was silent for a moment and said:

"He died, but not by us."

"Didn't we kill him?"

The players were stunned.

"He... was poisoned by Rose."

Box lunch said.

"Fuck! Poisoned?"

"Rose's poison? No wonder no wonder!"

The players around were suddenly enlightened.

Of course, there are also people who are distressed:

"Ah ah ah! I knew he was poisoned! We should make up for it in time! We missed the opportunity to kill!"

"This goddamn experience mechanism! Plan first!"

"But... when did you get poisoned?"

Someone asked in confusion.

"It should be after Rose killed Beamon. I think she chased and killed this boss a few times after that, but he escaped."

Fried tomatoes said.

"Hey... Rose's poison is very tricky, and after being poisoned, the more vigorous the activity, the more violent it will be! However, if the dose is not large, a small amount of activity, good suppression, and timely treatment can save a life. …”

Gourd stroked his chest, thinking back with palpitations.

"Pfft...how do you know so clearly?"

"Don't ask! Asking is knowledgeable!"

The gourd's face turned black.

Even Bento's expression froze slightly.

And after listening to Hulu's words, some players' expressions were a little weird:

"Since he was poisoned, he just ran away, and looking at his early appearance, he must be able to suppress the injury, right?"

"Yeah, he's a gold professional, he's so fast, he's going back to fight with us, the more he hits, the more serious his injuries get. In the end, he was poisoned and didn't make up for the knife, and the head isn't ours, too bad..."

After listening to the lunch, he glanced at the equipment dropped by the orcs around him that the players had begun to scramble for, and then glanced at the lion heart sword that Imsh held tightly even to death. After a moment of silence, he said:

"Because... he is the king of the orcs, and he doesn't want to leave the last of these people behind."

"So... even if he knew that he would die of poison if he turned back to fight, he chose to turn back."

Hearing this sentence, many players around stopped moving.

They suddenly remembered the words the orcs roared when they first charged...

They're going to fight together and go home together...

The players looked at Imsh's corpse again, with slightly complicated eyes.

For a while, the cheerful atmosphere around him also stagnates a lot.

"Buy it."

Tomato fried tomatoes sighed.

After speaking, he couldn't help but laugh at himself:

"Damn it, it's just a game, why do I care so much..."

But even though he said that, he stretched out his hand and solemnly closed Imsh's eyes.

Although it is an enemy, although it is an npc.

However, this is also a king worthy of respect...