Damn! The Boss is going berserk!

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

The players 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 displayed audacious courage, choosing to confront the rampaging Boss head-on.

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

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

Well 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 players 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, players have still not fully comprehended the significance of an expert that attained a golden-rank.

Imsh rushed straight smack dab right into the center of the players 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 player

Even in death, the players 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 player crashing ten meters away whilst also breaking several trees in the process.

The fallen player lay on the ground like a broken sack, silent as his body lay tattered and in pieces.

Moreover, for players using the games built-in blood and gore filter, their view now turned the dead player into a mosaic of red and white.

Imsh roared once more, swiftly grabbing yet another player thats attempting to ambush him from the other side.

The player was horrified and struggled frantically, but alas belatedly found out that the opponents arm restraining him was as solid as steel

With bloodshot eyes, the Orc King shouted and snapped the players throat amidst the horrified looks of those players surrounding him.

Then, he crushed the players 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 succumbed rather helplessly to the Orc Kings attacks.

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

Whats more, all of this were done in just mere three seconds.

Seeing such efficient display of brutality, the players were almost stunned, uncertain of how to proceed.

Fuck!

Damn!

Isnt this level of difficulty just too extreme!?

I cant believe itGolden-rank experts are so scary!

This guy must not be spared!

Pffft Hahaha! Arent you guys too easily scared? Come on now, dont try to kill me with laughter and lets get back to hunting this monster.

Although astonished, the players werent overly fearful.

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

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

Witnessing the Orc Kings ferocity only heightened their enthusiasm, pushing them to greater excitement.

Kite him! Sneak around! Dont engage in close combat 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 cant restrain him!

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

Players chattered like a pack of cunning wolves, dispersing and dodging Imshs 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 Imshs thighs, as ice magic spread across his arms, and froze half of his body

Nonetheless, amidst the ceaseless onslaught of attacks, none could do more than only slightly hinder King Imshs rampage.

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

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

Imshs burst speed and strength far exceeded players expectations!

At this point, the Orc Kings rage had already consumed him entirely.

Imsh didnt even know how many elves he had slain

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 now lay in ruins, leaving him completely 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 penetrated the shallowest layer of his skin, causing no significant damage.

Nonetheless, it made him look more ferocious and terrifying

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

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

Hence, players currently didnt know how to assess the Orc Kings state and how much Health Points he had left.

However, Imshs series of killings gradually made players more and more apprehensive.

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

Whoever he fixated on, immediately died

Yet, players 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 players 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 players as their morale surged again.

However, in comparison to the players 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 wasnt his match!

However in the endnumbers 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 hasnt 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 clarity, King Imsh looked around and finally noticed that all his subordinates, who had bravely followed him, had already fallen in battle

Alas, hewas now alone.

All by himself, amidst the bodies of his fallen comrades

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

Kill them allGo back home together

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