Imsh stopped attacking with his lionheart sword.

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

There are more and more players gathering.

Imsh has been completely surrounded by them...

There are three layers inside and three layers outside, the kind that is blocked from water.

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

During the previous battle, every player who attacked him was eventually killed by him.

Now that he stopped attacking, the players didn't want to die...

Everyone was worried about becoming a leader and mocking the boss.

The two sides... just started to stalemate strangely.

There was no more orc standing next to Imsh.

The last dozen orcs who ran with him were all killed in battle, and even their bodies turned into ashes...

Looking at the equipment dropped after the death of the tribesmen on the ground around him, Imsh's expression was a little stunning.

He could still recognize which orc belonged to which orc and which weapon was given to whom he had originally rewarded.

Although the race is a half-orc, Imsh has always had good intelligence and excellent memory.

This is something Imsh has always been very proud of.

But... at this moment, he wished that his memory would be as bad as possible.

Looking at the items that had lost their master's equipment, Imsh remembered the familiar faces and the 30,000 orc army that swears to follow him to the death...

"If...if I had not launched a war according to the oracle of God the Father, would those tribes not have died?"

Suddenly, such an absurd thought popped up in his mind.

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

How is this... possible?

This is a war of faith, a war of race, a war of fighting for everything!

In the world of Segus...this is the cruelest war!

Only the winner can survive...

Only the winner can have his own faith!

The commands of God the Father cannot be violated, nor can they be violated.

because……

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

"But, 30,000 troops were wiped out, the high priest died, and even the legendary totem guardians were all missing..."

Deeper, Imsh dared not think about it.

As the king of the orc, although the high priest did not inform him of God the Father's real plan, he could guess it too much.

God the Father attaches great importance to this war.

If all the totem guardians are missing, then it may be that the situation is really serious...

For a moment, Imsh had a trace of enlightenment in his heart.

I'm afraid... the existence of the higher level has already been in a fight.

And the result...is already obvious.

"This war...has failed."

Although I was reluctant to admit it, Imsh had to accept this cruel fact.

"What will happen to the future of the orcs?"

Looking at the elves in front of him who were watching him with vigilance and excitement, his expression was a little confused...

The eyes of these elves... Imsh couldn't be more familiar with them.

When hunting, when the Kingdom of Iris robbed, or when the elves are captured in the Elf Forest, the orcs will show such eyes...

That kind of look is the look of looking at the prey!

And that kind of excitement is the excitement when you see the prey about to be obtained!

It turns out...Is it equivalent to prey to them?

For a moment, Imsh felt that this was simply the biggest ridicule in the world.

Unexpectedly, they who have always claimed to be hunters also have a day to become prey...

Unexpectedly, the existence that they have always regarded as prey will also rise up and fight back...

Looking at the elves whose expressions became more and more excited and more dangerous as he remained silent, Imsh couldn't help but smile sarcastically.

perhaps……

This is also a punishment.

Imsh thought sadly.

Tired.

Really tired...

The strength on my body is getting smaller and smaller, the bone-eroding pain is getting worse and worse, and the consciousness is getting blurred.

Relying on the dead tree and leaning on the long sword, Imsh's gaze gradually lost its focus...

...

On the other side, seeing that the Lion Heart King Imsh stopped attacking, the players were relieved first, then excited, and then excited, but in the end they gradually became doubtful...

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

"Hiss...Is it because I'm holding it back?"

"Can you be dead?"

Some players joked.

However, as soon as he said this, no one took the blame.

For a moment, everyone's expressions of looking at Imsh became strange...

Although this orc who had fought for a long time was still standing at this moment, it was indeed like a statue without a trace of sound.

"No... he is really dead, right? He is a npc of gold level! And... he didn't turn into ashes?"

The first player to tease was shocked.

The fried tomatoes with tomatoes, who were also besieging the side, had a flash of eyes and asked in a deep voice:

“Have anyone received experience?”

The players looked at each other and shook their heads.

No experience...

It didn't turn into ashes...

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

At this time, another figure walked out of the crowd.

It was a fully armed hunter player, half-body golden legendary equipment, looking extremely evil.

He looked cold and held a dagger in one hand. Under the surprised gaze of other players, he walked towards the orc boss in front of the dead tree.

"It's a box lunch!"

"The lunch box boss is here!"

"Damn it! Be careful with the lunch box guy! This boss is amazing! Don't be bitten back!"

For a moment, players reminded them.

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

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

The players around him instantly became quiet, staring at the lunch box with wide eyes...

I saw that Boxed Lunch first made an attack.

However, the other party did not respond.

The box lunch eyes narrowed, and he decisively reached out and grabbed the sword in Imsh's hand.

The other party... held it tightly.
To be continued...