Chapter 120

▪️For the Elf Clan! Kill!

The black dragon, Meryer, was like an overexcited dog rushing into a flock of chickens, wrecking havoc amongst the Caverock tribe.

Even though Meryer was raised by a Silver dragon, he still retained certain traits of a traditional black dragon. For example, when attacking enemies, he preferred to attack the weaker ones first and enjoys playing with his prey as they succumb to fear...

The Orc warriors whom have just gathered together after hearing the alarm immediately had themselves blasted in dragon breath as their formation quickly got broken, causing them to scatter and flee in all directions.

Being the strongest melee class amongst all the dragonkinds, the little black dragon had thick armor-like scales and could easily withstand the attacks of the Orc horde.

"Wow, Li'l Blackie's so strong?"

Looking at Meryer that as he plunged the Caverock tribe in complete chaos in just a blink of an eye, Li'l Salty Cat was entirely mesmerized.

It was pure anarchy, the Orcish base was submerged in total chaos.

Meryer was akin to a predator wolf entering a flock of helpless sheeps, causing a bloodbath everywhere he went.

No one in the Caverock tribe could stand up against the overwhelming might of a Silver-Rank Dragon.

Looking at the rampaging black dragon and the ever increasing number of casualties, the high priest Jushan was livid.

"Count, Count! Please you need to stop that black dragon now!"

Night Wanderer's expression became deathly still, before chanting a spell as a summoning circle formed in front him. A huge three-headed hellhound then slowly came out of a portal he just conjured.

It was a silver-rank monster as well and by far the strongest creature under Night Wanderer's familiars!

It had a pair of bat wings with black fur coating all over its body, and a ferocious appearance. Its size was even half that of a black dragon.

The melee capacity of the Blood Clan was relatively weak, hence they would generally raise some monsters as familiars to supplement what they lacks.

And the Vampire's strongest familiar was a Cerberus Hellhound with the bloodline of a three-headed dog from hell itself.

"Fight that black dragon!"

Night Wanderer commanded the fiery hellhound.

Upon receiving its master's command, the hellhound immediately let out a loud howl and pounced towards the black dragon with wild abandon.

"A hellhound?"

Meryer's eyes lit up and he immediately went to fight this new prey.

However, it was clear that the hellhound was not a match for the black dragon, and after several combat exchanges, it had several wounds on its body already.

After sending out his own familiar , Night Wanderer then coldly glanced at Jushan and said,

"The Black Dragon and Elves have arrived. I'm afraid that the Godwarden of Death and the followers of that mysterious new god will also follow suit. My hellhound is definitely not a match for the Black Dragon and cannot hold out for much longer. Sorry but I can't take action since I must quickly complete the summoning of the Totem Guardian!"

"Have you seen those Elves at the mountaintop? They must have set up a teleportation array up there. If you don't want the Caverock tribe to be wiped out then you must hurry up and lead your people up there in order to destroy it!"

"But even if we can't destroy it, we just have to delay them until I successfully summon the Totem Guardian!These Elves are very weak even if they're a bit strange, these fellows would pose no threat to the Orcs!"

After speaking, Night Wanderer then swiftly left.

"God...warden!"

Upon hearing his word, High Priest's expression suddenly changed.

He hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and shouted at Night Wanderer's back,

"All right, we'll do it immediately just as you say, but you must also hurry up as well your Excellency!"

At this time, the majority of the players' forces had also finally been teleported.

Demacia arrived at the mountaintop and looked down at the densely packed Orc Horde down below, exclaiming in sheer amazement,

"Oh god...Just how many Orcs are there?"

Li Mu, who stood next to him was equally surprised as well, but soon furrowed his brows when he noticed his surroundings.

"Didn't we agreed that were going to lay the teleportation array at the nearby forest instead?"

"Blackie insisted that he must go back to his castle first to see how much treasure he has left."

Li'l Salty Cat shrugged.

Li Mu: ...

"Tsk tsk... it seems that the Orcs looted everything, otherwise that silly lizard wouldn't be so angry. Let's hurry up and go too! The Black Dragon has already engaged the Horde! Damn it! The boss is about to be killed by him you know! If we don't act fast then all we can get is meager experience and loot! Heck, I only need one more shoe to have a full set of golden gear!"

Demacia looked at the three-headed dog being chased and bitten by Meryer, feeling crestfallen.

"Follow our command and don't act recklessly."

Hootybird said sternly.

"Tsk, we can't perma-die anyway, i don't think it really matters much since were still suicide rushing later on!"

As Demacia sneered and skillfully took off his equipment to give to his teammates. He was then left with just the underwear that the native elves had given him to conceal the blurring 'Holy Light' below him.

As the strongest aggro-tank in his guild, Demacia's mission this time was... to be a cannon fodder and lead the team to suicide rush at the enemies on the forefront.

However Li Mu stopped the players who were just about to rush.

"Don't do it just yet. There are still far too many mobs, and we're still too few. Even if we strat rush right now, we still won't get any advantage. Remember our goal is to make it a war of attrition so wasting your lives now would be pointless. It may also lead to the destruction of the teleportation array in the rear."

"What we have to do is the opposite and kite the enemies so that these mobs will come and attack us instead!"

"Our current terrain is high and easy to defend, plus the teleportation array is close as well. If the enemy come to attack us instead, then we will have the high ground advantage!"

After hearing Li Mu's words, Ael, who had planned to charge with Demacia, immediately stopped and looked at the chosen one who was leading the command in surprise before asking,

"But how do we get the Orcs to attack us?" Li Mu was about to say something when he saw a cluster of Orcs gathering at the foot of the mountain, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Don't worry, they're already here," He said before turning his head to shout in a commanding tone, "All Mages in this area...prep your spells!"

Destroy the elves' stronghold on top of the mountain!

The order from the High Priest was quickly passed down to all the Orcs participating in the battle.

And after the black dragon's clash with the vampire's familiar, the chaos gradually calmed down and the Orc Horde regains its bearings.

All the Orc commanders blew their respective horns, and the rest quickly teamed up and began to charge as they climb up the hill!

The high priest Jushan in the rear began to give various battle blessings to the warriors climbing up the hill.

For a time, the Orcs rushed towards the players like a cascading onslaught, with each one within the Horde roaring with boundless fury.

And the Elves also adjusted their formations in response.

At the forefront were fully armed vanguard players and just behind them were a secondary group of unequipped suicide squads, amongst are mostly players belonging to the hunter profession.

Further back... were archers, mages, and druids, with some native elves with bows and arrows being protected in all directions at the rear.

Watching the approaching Horde, Li Mu's eyes narrowed tightly.

While the rest of players were having goosebumps as their eyes shines with excitement.

War! This really feels like a real war!

"All Mages, get ready! Eta in five..four...three!"

As the Orc horde approached, Li Mu gradually raised his hand.

And at his command, all the mage players began to chant spells.

Fireballs, elemental blades, and other spells began to take form around them. However, although the incantations were done, they still did not launch their skills as they awaits the signal.

The Horde are almost within the striking distance.

The ground began to shake as all the players could discern the fierce expressions on the Orcs, as well as their sharp, dagger-like teeth. Their primal desire for wanton destruction was so potent that it began to affect the player's bloodlust as well.

And when the Orcs came within the striking range, Li Mu the commander immediately shouted, "Fire!"

Right after speaking, a brilliant barrage of various magical spells shot out indiscriminately whilst hitting the charging Horde in an neverending cascading volley.

At the exact same time, the system's casual and serene background music suddenly changed into a combative tune which reached the ears of all the players...

It was a tribal battle-like folk metal with war drums thumping in a rhythmic beat selected personally by Evé herself, that's suitable for the current scenario.

For a moment while listening to the exhilarating music, all players were energized as if they had taken a shot of a potent drug, with their morale surging high like never before.

In ancient times, war drums and patriotic songs were used to boost the spirits of soldiers.

Similarly, in online games during large-scale group battles, players usually play some passionate background music to boost morale.

However this time, Evé took care of everything.

The music was so appropriate and perfectly attuned that it immediately sparked the players' thirst for battle.

Listening to the gallant music, all players felt as if they had transformed into barbarians wearing just bare minimum as if they're on a raid to defeat the boss or to save the world in the next seconds...

Everyone's breathing became heavier as their feets began stomping rhythmically with the beats of the war drum.

They felt their blood boiling and burning asunder inside their bodies!

If you're not afraid of death then you have nothing to fear!

And the perfectly timed background music completely stirred up the players' bloodlust!

If morale coefficient could be displayed, then the current player's morale would definitely have maxed out their meter!

The Orcs at the forefront of the Horde also raised their shields and despite the barrage of spells, still continued to advance forward without much slowing down, stomping on the newly dead bodies of their fallen tribesmen without much reaction.

The magic hailstorm still persisted which caused even more violent explosion.

Even with a shield and high priest's protective spells, many unlucky ones were still seriously injured. But the remaining orcs quickly changed their formation and continued to move forward...

They roared and charged, while the system's background music reached its climax!

Listening to the inspiring background music, Li Mu's heart was pounding like crazy.

In this moment, various scenes from the game over the past few months flashed into his mind.

The gradually improving small town, the increasingly growing players, the joyous campfire parties, and the kind-hearted and grateful elven NPCs...

And Alice's sigh as she caressed the small town monument echoed in his heart once again:

"Chosen ones... you will eventually become the great legends of this realm..."

In this moment, Li Mu suddenly felt that he had grasped the essence of this game.

Indeed, this is merely just a game!

Nevertheless, this is also their own adventure story, an epic that they have personally written by themselves.

In an instant, Li Mu felt his blood boil to its utmost limit.

He raised the druid's staff high and shouted excitedly:

"For the elves! Kill!!"

"Hurraaaah!!!"

All the players also let out a roar in unison and raised their weapons up high.

Finally, the two sides clash in battle!

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thank you to Meowers, Dan and Johnson for the tip 🙏🏻