Fighting an Orc Tribe Alone

Drawing back the bow and shooting the arrow!

Drawing back the bow and shooting the arrow!

Arrows surrounded by battle energy shot out at the patrolling Orcs with precise accuracy.

Lautner saw all this. Those Orcs who fell to the ground had their ugly heads shot by arrows, which pierced straight through. There was a small amount of green blood plasma flowing out of the area where the arrows had passed through. In this primitive forest, such a faint smell of blood could not spread far.

This was enough to show that William was indeed very experienced in archery.

There was a smile on William's face when he saw that his experience was rising. He could level up his battle energy manual now, but it had not reached level 5. It would be useless to level up as his special effects and skills had not changed.

There was a lot of experience to be gained from killing monsters with a higher level, even for a Legendary Boss like William.

If he could kill monsters that were 20 levels higher than him, at best, he could get ten times the experience!

But there were certain requirements for the damage to the monsters…

The player's experience could increase ten times only when the total damage reached 100%. As the damage percentage decreased, the experience would also decrease. This was to avoid players taking advantage and killing the monsters when they were one shot from death.

As for some consumable items, they could also kill off monsters that were 20 levels higher with one move.

But how many players could afford to use such a method?

This was practically cheating with money!

So…

Having someone to level up for you was inevitable!

In the beginning, William had helped a rich person to level up and spent the money he had earned in the game, step by step, becoming a Legend.

As a Legendary "carry", his fame had soared, becoming one of the best "carries" in the Legendary Continent. After his services as a "carry" increased several times, he just couldn't stop being one.

After all, the players who reached the Legendary level in this game were all the guilds' top stars and would not be a "carry".

After killing all the patrolling Orcs, the Orcs at the gathering point still had not noticed. Instead, they were yelling and excitedly devouring the roasted meat for dinner.

Every one of them was happily stuffing themselves with food and had grease around their mouths.

William stood on the top of the tree and looked at the leader of the Orcs. The leader had the worst image. He was scratching his crotch whilst eating the meat and even put his hand to his nose to sniff. As if the smell was very strong, he then smiled and picked up the meat, continuing to eat.

"This bunch of idiots!" William raised his eyebrows. Now that they were having dinner, he could not attack.

After the Orcs had their dinner, they would change shifts with their patrol team, and they would surely find out that the enemy had invaded.

"Then… the only way is to use the pirated version of Exploding Arrows!" William glanced at the Orcs' gathering point. There were eight big bonfires.

As long as the battle energy arrow was shot into it, the sudden contact between battle energy and flames would produce friction. After producing friction, the battle energy would produce a chemical reaction with the flames.

Well, it could cause an explosion anyway.

Don't ask wh. This was how this game was set. It was one of the rules of 'Gods'.

"Hmm, there's no oil sack here, Otherwise, your flames will burn even brighter!" William sighed. Something could be hung on the arrows.

As long as one learned how to use Exploding Arrows, items could be hung on the arrow and shot out, for example, venom sacks, oil sacks, and all kinds of elemental crystals. There would be quite a good group damage effect, alternatively, one could get a similar attribute battle energy at the intermediate level.

For Orcs, flaming exploding arrows were their nemesis.

Although they looked like bears, with rough skin and thick flesh, apart from their heads, they were basically covered with black fur. After taking off their armor, they were muscular with protective chest fur.

William Blackleaf took a deep breath, drew his bow, and shot an arrow with battle energy!

Swish!

Boom!

A large fire burst out, and the flames spread. The Orcs closest to it instantly became flaming Orcs, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws, looking spectacular!

As for the other burning charcoal, with the power of the explosion, it hit dozens of Orcs, and those with the most fur howled instantly!

They wished they could pluck their fur off their bodies.

After all, Orcs with a lot of fur had a strong physique and sat at the front when eating. But the more fur they had, the more they were afraid of fire!

William did not stop, and the speed he drew his bow and shot arrows was at an extreme. Arrows shot crazily towards the bonfires, and in just three seconds, the eight huge bonfires exploded one after another. The loud noise did not spread far into the forest, but it caused the shouts of many wild beasts, and all kinds of birds were startled and fled in all directions.

"Ugly Elf, I see you. I want to eat your thigh meat! Ah!" The leader of the Orcs was a Berserker and was very short. This little guy was very clever.

He had hidden straight away and was not hurt.

But his men had suffered heavy injuries. The furious leader stepped forward recklessly with two axes.

William's mouth twitched. What weird hobby was that? He could see that this idiot had never eaten an Elf before and only knew how to make things up. The thigh meat of Elves was not…

William had not eaten it before, but he had heard…

After the catharsis of the Exploding Arrows, the 500 Orcs were reduced to 300 in a flash. After all, the Orcs had just made a new gathering point. They could not start a fire in the cave, so they could only do it outside. But they had not cut down too many trees, so they could gather together. As a result, they were almost wiped out by William!

Even the remaining 300 Orcs were covered with fire and were like burning chimpanzees…

The Orc leader was a level 35 Boss. His bloodline level was unclear, but as long as William was not stupid, he would not get down from the tree and fight him!

A group of Orcs surrounded him, and he stood in the tree, shooting wildly. His aim was so accurate, it was frightening. The running Orcs were shot one after another and fell to the ground.

So far, William Blackleaf had not missed an arrow.

"Damn it. Damn Elf Ranger, get down here!" The Orc leader leaped up, and the two axes gleamed with battle energy.

Crack!

The big, thick tree was cut down by the ax but William had already jumped lightly to another big tree and continued to shoot!

He did not deny his identity as an Elf Ranger…

After all, there was no choice. The occupation of a Watchman of Dawn was half ranger and half warrior, but one might not believe it as he shot better than a ranger and had a higher attack than a warrior…

This gathering point of the Orcs was not without archers, but Orc archers were rare. Rare meant that they were Elites, and that meant they were close to the fire…

After the series of explosions, there were only a few Orc archers left, but they were all seriously injured and could not shoot at all.

Even if someone gave them weapons, they could not throw them accurately.

So, William was jumping among the trees and kiting, drawing distance and making them chase him. An Elf was ingenious…

And these Orcs could not catch up.

The Orc leader could only watch the tragedy happen with his red eyes.

William was shooting wildly. When the quiver was empty, there would be another quiver thrown over, so there was no shortage of arrows.

But kiting was not infinite. Only when all the trees around him were cut down, and William was surrounded by the Orcs, would he stop this 'cruel' killing!