Chapter 33 Let's Do It! (Vote for Recommendation!)

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33. Let's do this!

"Holy crap! A World BOSS!"

"What kind of European luck is this for Demacia? Wasn't he always unlucky?"

"Such generous rewards, the 'Goblin Slayer' exclusive title! Plus, three perfect resurrections, a ton of experience points and contribution points!"

"I'm just a few hundred experience points away from level 11."

"Me too! Me too!"

Players instantly became as excited as if they'd been injected with adrenaline, their eyes shining bright like hungry wolves.

In online games, World BOSSes which involve the entire server are always a surefire, high-reward venture with an excellent cost-performance ratio.

"Eh? Demacia is running with the BOSS and the distance between them is getting farther..."

At this moment, someone noticed that the red dot on the small map indicating the BOSS was moving in a strange direction.

"Damn, he's not panicking and fleeing without any sense of direction, is he?"

"It could also be he's trying to protect the Teleportation Array..."

Suddenly, as if realizing something, someone's expression changed slightly:

"Not good, he's definitely going to get kneecapped alone, and if he dies and the BOSS resets, the quest could fail."

"Holy shit, that's possible!"

"Makes sense! Let's hurry over!"

"Go, go, go! To fight the World BOSS!"

With just a few words, players quickly analyzed the situation and decided to head out immediately, fearing the BOSS would escape.

"Let's go, let's go! To fight the World BOSS!"

"Everybody switch to wooden swords and magic wands! The quest hints say there's a damage bonus!"

"Wait, notify the folks back at camp, tell them to accept the quest right away and come here to deal some damage and get a share of that World BOSS experience, it's the first World BOSS after all!"

In no time, the entire army of players started mobilizing like a massive machine, nearly a hundred elves slung captured scimitars and bows on their backs, switching to their starter weapons, and marched grandly towards the red dot on the small map.

Through countless battles, they'd gained some experience, and now their movements carried an intimidating presence.

Meanwhile, countless more players from the camp who received the message excitedly rushed over from the Teleportation Array... They all accepted the quest, planning to share in the damage and get a piece of the World BOSS experience, buzzing with excitement.

In a short time, three hundred Chosen Ones were mobilized in full force!

Berserker, who was observing from the shadows, was completely dumbfounded by this group of Chosen Ones who all of a sudden seemed to go berserk.

"Mother Goddess above, what has happened to them?"

"A goblin priest has appeared, and it's a powerful one that has enslaved countless Elf Souls. I have informed them," Eve explained leisurely in Berserker's mind, watching the adrenaline-pumped players.

Enslave Elf Souls? A goblin priest?

Upon hearing this, Berserker immediately became furious.

The evil and corrupt goblins, this was the utmost insult to the Mother Goddess!

He wished he could fly there this instant and slap that audacious creature to death!

But then he thought of the mastermind behind the goblin and had to forcibly suppress his impulses.

No... he can't disrupt the Mother Goddess's plan...

Wait... no... hold on...

Suddenly, it dawned on Berserker, he stood up from the woods, looking incredulously at the players charging towards a direction with overwhelming momentum, and said in shock:

"Mother Goddess... You... You mean these Chosen Ones are going to kill the goblin priest?"

Even without having seen the enemy, Berserker could guess that a goblin priest capable of enslaving Elf Souls would not be weak.

Certainly, for the Chosen Ones, it would be a challenge.

They were not believers of the Mother Goddess, yet when Her majesty was challenged, these Chosen Ones didn't hesitate to strike out valiantly and boldly!

Listening to the distant chants of "Charge!" "For the elves! For the Goddess!"...

At that moment, Berserker was moved.

Mother Goddess above, these Chosen Ones might be cunning and greedy, but they also have moments of such genuine and reliable courage, braving dangers to protect the Mother Goddess...

Mother Goddess, your choice is indeed far-sighted!

Thinking about his previous prejudice against the Chosen Ones, Berserker felt that he might need to re-evaluate them.

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Not only that, when the Berserker saw the players' bloodshot eyes and their slightly twisted faces filled with excitement, his gaze shifted once again.

It was as if... what they were greeting was not a fierce battle, but a carnival!

Even if they were not real warriors, they were indeed true bravehearts!

Thinking back to the various battles of the Chosen Ones before, at this moment, the Berserker couldn't help but exclaim:

"Mother Goddess above, your wisdom and vision make me ashamed..."

"These Chosen Ones' enthusiasm for battle is astonishing, far beyond that of ordinary elves... This is precisely the quality that the peace-loving Elf Clan lacks on their path to rise..."

"Mother Goddess, you are right. I think one day, they will surely lead the Elf Clan to rise and stand tall on the Segis Continent once again!"

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In the dense forest,

Demacia was stunned as he looked at the system prompt in his view.

"World... World BOSS..."

He pinched his face and muttered:

"Is this good luck or bad luck for me?"

Looking back at the undead that were getting increasingly close, Demacia was entirely overwhelmed.

"Damn it, do they really have to chase this close..."

He took a deep breath and sped up once more.

"Since it's a World BOSS, then I'll just run in circles. Brother Mu and the others will definitely come when they receive the system message. I can't die before that; if the BOSS withdraws, there's a chance the mission will fail."

Demacia changed his mind about luring the monster to his death.

And with a new objective set, he changed direction and started running in circles.

Gululu, surrounded by the undead, was seated on the shoulder of a giant skeleton, tenaciously following behind Demacia.

"Hehe... trying to delay time?"

Looking at the sweaty elf, its eyes were full of mockery:

"Or should I say, you are waiting for your companions?"

By now, Gululu was absolutely certain that there was some force hidden behind this elf.

However, it, with its undead magic, has never feared fighting against the many.

Its undead lack intelligence but are numerous, insensible to pain, ignorant of death and fear, they are fearless tools for group battles!

And it also didn't believe the opponent was truly strong, otherwise, they would have attacked already.

"This is an opportunity, I want to see what kind of people are behind this... Hehe, with elves involved, maybe I can catch some big fish this time."

It planned to force the opponent to show themselves...

As he continued to run, Demacia's physical strength was dropping rapidly.

Even though he turned off the sensation of fatigue, the physical exhaustion BUFF still made his mobility worse and worse.

Finally, it seemed like he couldn't run anymore and gradually stopped.

"Can't run anymore?"

Gululu jumped down from the undead's shoulder, watching Demacia as he continued to sneer.

It waved a hand, and more than ten level 10 undead swarmed forward, surrounding Demacia tightly.

Demacia turned his head, gasping for breath and wiping the sweat off his forehead, yet his expression showed not a hint of nervousness or despair.

A flicker of surprise crossed Gululu's eyes:

"You're not afraid?"

Demacia looked at this goblin priest dressed as a mage and suddenly cracked a faint smile, revealing a set of white teeth:

"Afraid of what?"

He spat disdainfully:

"My reinforcements have arrived!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the area immediately burst with excited shouts that rose and fell:

"It's the World BOSS! It's the World BOSS!"

"Attack! Don't let it escape!"

"For the Elf Clan! For Lady Eve!"

"Down with the goblin!!"

"Get it!!!"