Chapter 130

▪️YOU, DESERVE RESPECT

The players stared dumbfoundedly at each other as they looked at the deep claw marks left by the totem gurdian on the ground.

"Did the goddess win?" Someone asked.

"That tentacle-like vines earlier should belong to the goddess, right?"

"It should be. That cold snort definitely was from the goddess..."

"Ugh... That was a bit terrifying," Another player shuddered.

"Me too... the howling of that mob boss was so pitiful!"

"...I suddenly want to see how the goddess dealt with him."

"Probably toying with him while using her tentacle vines, if you know what I mean, hehehe"

"Oi! Don't think I didn't know what you're thinking, you perv." A female player retorted

"Who knew the devs would be into some kinky BDSM roleplay and use vines like tentacles? Hehehe" Another player joked.

"Oh god...you're so dirty minded."

"Takes one to know one, you know..."

"S-Shut it! Y'all slowly turning into Demacia."

"Hahaha!"

The player's side were filled with a cheerful atmosphere. Although they knew that what actually happened was entirely different from what they're thinking, the players still enjoyed joking with each other.

Meanwhile, the orc's side in comparison was the polar opposite.

"Volk...Lord Volker... lost?" Jùshān muttered in utter disbelief.

No one dared to respond...

From what they just witnessed, it was not a matter of winning or losing. It was likely that the fate of the totem guardian, this legendary demigod, was still unknown.

A demigod!

He is a veteran demigod!

This Totem Guardian had already transcended his mortality and was only one step away from ascending into godhood!

However, even though he was a demigod, Volker was easily subdued without any resistance within just a few minutes...

Was the one hiding in the Elven Forest really just a false god?

The answer was already made very clear.

If she was really a false god, then how could this woman so easily defeated a demigod?

Moreover, the one she subdued was not just an ordinary demigod but instead Lord Volker, who had an impressive record in battle!

Plus, the vines that appeared just now exuded a majestic divine aura...

For a moment, all the Orcs in the area felt dry in their mouths.

A real god!

The enemy...was probably a true god!

Hidden in the Forest of Elves is an actual deity! Not a false one but a genuine god that can trample on the likes of a demigod with ease!

In an instant, the Orcs completely lost their courage to engage in combat any further.

"It's over! It's all over! The envoy of the hunter god has been captured too! We're finished! Doomed!"

"The elves must have come to retaliate against us! Run! Let's all run away!"

A strong sense of defeat spread all throughout the Caverock tribe.

Even though the orcs had a strong willpower and bloodthirst far higher than most ordinary races, they would still lose their morale in the face of an inevitable defeat...

Seeing that their situation was utterly lost, Jùshān no longer hesitated.

Even their savior was defeated. This war was no longer something that his tribe could control.

The Blood Count was also missing.

After the Totem Guardian was taken away by that mysterious entity, this cunning vampire also seemed to had vanished as well.

This made Jùshān feel particularly angry!

It's all because of him!

His tribe wouldn't fall into this situation if only this damned blood sucker didn't arrived at his tribe with his stupid mission!

There was no point in further continuing their resistance any longer.

Jùshān clenched his teeth and shouted,

"Stop! Elves! Stop! We surrender! We will migrate the tribe...as the chieftain of this tribe, I vow that we will leave this place if you spare us!"

However, to the High Priest's surprise, even though he had already conveyed their surrender, the elves still did not stop attacking...

"Stop fighting! We surrender!"

Jùshān even used a sound amplification spell to shout again.

Upon hearing his words, the players looked at each other with strange expressions.

They then laughed and simply continued on with their charge while joking amongst each other.

"Why would we let you guys surrender? C'mon let's keep on fighting! I haven't had enough yet!"

"This idiot want to run away? No frickin' way man!"

"Hahaha, the elven army doesn't take prisoners! Off with their heads!"

"Yeah! Surrender your heads obediently!"

Jùshān: ...

He widened his eyes, unable to comprehend their response...

Did these elves still want to exterminate them all?

Will they actually kill..all of them?

Indeed... with the support of the black dragon and the ability to resurrect, they could certainly exhaust the orcs to death...

But... they were elves!

When did the most peaceful race become so ruthless?

This is insane!

This is absolute insanity!

He looked at the rest of his tribe and felt like he had aged more than ten years in an instant.

Taking a deep breath, he shouted,

"All of our people listen up! Abandon the tribe! Retreat! Everyone quickly retreat!"

They couldn't stay here any longer.

If they continued, the Caverock tribe would really perish!

Upon hearing the high priest's order, the already demoralized orcs also began to retreat, enduring the black dragon's attacks as they fled the tribe in mass.

"They're running!"

"Lord Aél, stop them quickly!"

"Charge! We can't let them go!"

"Great Black Dragon, use your breath! Use your breath quickly!"

Seeing the orcs trying to escape, the players' morale soared, and their attacks became more fiercer.

Chase them down!

These orcs are all experience and contribution points!

The suicide squad charged again, and this time... the orcs who were fleeing lost their fighting spirit and were almost killed by the players in a joyous frenzy.

As their levels increased, those players who fought the longest and gained the most experience points, were also able to fight back against even the strongest orcs in a single combat!

"Hmph! You bastards, still trying to escape?"

Seeing the fleeing orcs, the Black Dragon Meryer looked utterly ferocious.

He no longer wreaked havoc in the tribe, but instead specifically targeted the orcs who wanted to escape.

It only took a swipe of his claws to grab three to five orcs, and then he flapped his wings and flew high into the sky before falling heavily down into a crowd of orcs.

With a pitiful cries, the orcs that was caught underneath the Dragon's foot was instantly smashed into a pulp.

This scene made the orcs even more frightened.

Soon, even the fleeing orderly orc army began to collapse, scattering and fleeing everywhere...

Jùshān looked pained while watching the chaotic situation unfolds.

He took a deep breath, looked at the black dragon who was wantonly slaughtering his people, and roared,

"Black Dragon...I'll personally fight with you!"

With that, he pulled something out of his pocket, recited a spell, and suddenly burst into a brilliant light.

His body began to burn with raging flames, as his appearance rapidly aged within seconds.

At the same time, a silver cage appeared and entrapped the black dragon into a prison barrier...

[ Light Cage ]

A gold-level control spell!

This was a similar move that Samuel had used to trap the black dragon before, and although Jùshān didn't have the leaf artifact, he could also use this skill by sacrificing his lifeforce to unleash a skill above his rank.

"I...will trap it...you guys...go!"

Jùshān shouted at the orcs.

"H-High Priest...High Priest!"

The rest of his tribe looked heartbroken when they saw the old chieftain desperately fighting for their sake.

The reason why their tribe had developed to its current size was largely due to the hard work of this High Priest.

At the same time, he was also loved and respected by all of his fellow tribesmen.

"Go now...report everything that happened here to the southern lairs!"

Jùshān shouted again.

After hearing his words, the orcs gritted their teeth with tears in their eyes, and reluctantly chose to follow his order.

"Damned elves! We will remember this!"

They looked at the elves with hatred, as if to carve their very image into their minds, and began to retreat.

"Damn it! Why is it always me!"

Being trapped into a cage yet again, the little black dragon was almost enraged as he tried to break the barrier encompassing him.

Without the support of the black dragon, the players had no way to further continue chasing the orcs.

There were simply too many orcs, with over 5,000 in the entire tribe. Even though they suffered heavy losses, their numbers were still far greater than those of the players.

If they chose to flee instead of fighting, the players would have no way of stopping them...

Finally, after leaving behind hundreds of corpses, the orcs finally broke through and gradually disappeared from the players' sight.

However...when they left, the once 5,000-strong horde was now less than a thousand left.

And the players, amidst their cheers, occupied the almost ruined stronghold, searching everywhere for loots and equipment.

Are you kidding!?

Of course, they have to plunder the spoils of war when they won. Don't pursue the enemy, whoever chases after them is a fool!

Its first come first serve!

Whomever discovered the loot first would be its rightful owner so of course no player would be dumb enough to waste their time chasing the orcs when there's stationary treasures waiting to be found.

Anyway, the task is just to destroy the stronghold.

Alice and Aél also came to the abandoned tribe base.

They looked at the chosen ones who were plundering the enemy base like human bandits, and were stunned for a moment.

These brave warriors... seemed to become even more crazy when looting than when they were just fighting!

They saw... almost every chosen ones had a row of captured orc equipment hanging upon their bodies, and some people even pulled out the goods purchased from humans by orcs and began to distribute them happily with each of their party members...

What's more... some chosen ones even found a large amount of gold and silver treasures in one tent...

Several chosen ones' eyes lit up at the sight, and they almost fought over the treasure amongst themselves.

"Oh merciful goddess... they... they..."

Although she knew that these chosen ones had certain flaws and could be very greedy at times, Alice did not expect to see such an unsightly scene just moments after they've won this major battle...

At this moment, she suddenly remembered what Berserker had said to her once before.

"The chosen ones... are indeed brave warriors, but they can also become lowlife bandits."

That was Berserker's feeling after witnessing the battle to recover the ancient ruined holy city, Florence.

At that time, Alice did not get what's he's saying, but now... she finally understood.

At this time, the little black dragon finally broke free from the spell cage.

He let out a loud roar and rushed into the treasures being fought over, slapped several players flying with one paw, and gritted his teeth with bloodshot eyes, before saying,

"This goods belong to this Lord! Meryer's! Get lost! Get away from my treasures!"

Alice:...

Players:...

...

Amidst the chaos, Li Mu didn't join the other players in looting the enemy base.

Instead, he simply passed by the excited players one by one and finally came to a secluded space.

The high priest was lying there bloodied on the ground wheezing his final breaths.

He already looked so old that he's looked nothing like his former self. It seemed like he would die the next seconds as well.

Li Mu just silently stared at the dying high priest with an unreadable expression.

Noticing someone's gaze directed athim, the chieftain opened his muddled eyes with difficulty and finally looked back at the male elf staring down at him.

Jùshān recognized him. This was the commander of the elves.

Jùshān eyes suddenly widened, and he tried opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something...

However, in the end, he exhausted all his strength and could only barely moved his lips.

Jùshān's gaze then passed over Li Mu and stopped in the direction where his fellow tribemen had flee...

In those eyes, there was only endless nostalgia and worry that could be discerned.

Li Mu's felt conflicted at seeing this old orc's final expression as his heart finally stopped beating.

Silence.

Li Mu then sighed and reached out to close the orc chieftain's eyes.

"Although you're just an NPC, and my enemy as well... as a leader of a tribe, you are indeed worthy of my respect... You can now rest in peace."

Li Mu exhaled deeply again, his voice full of emotion as he gestured the sign of the elven faith upon his chest before taking off the orc leader's equipments and digging out a hole to give this old enemy leader a proper burial.

...

After the players occupied the Caverock Tribe, the system's message also followed.

[ ❗ ]

[Main Quest: Destroy the Orc Stronghold completed.]

[All participating players will receive experience points, contribution points, and perfect resurrection counts based on their cumulative contribution ]