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The Princess locked up in the Evil Dragon's home is just like a yacht owned by a tycoon – it's not so much about whether it's used, but that you can't be without one. Ideally, it comes with a few bounty quests; the higher the level, the better. If there's a dragon-slaying quest, even better – that's the kind of prestige we're talking about. If you don't have a Princess in your lair cursing you to hell every day, you'd be too embarrassed to even say hello to other Evil Dragons. What, the King sent Adventurers to gang up on me? Hahaha, I, the grand Level 80 Black Dragon Lord, a world-class BOSS, how could I possibly care about a bunch of Adventurers. What! The Adventurers have already reached outside the dungeon? All of them are maxed-out big shots, and there are two heroes leading the charge! And the leader is a Dragon Slaying Swordsman! I'm done for, now what to do… Heroes and villains, black dragons and mortals, the formidable BOSS of the game world and the insignificant streamer of reality. This is a story about a Black Dragon BOSS player.

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Chapter 288 A Song of Ice and Fire_2

Such clamor indeed piqued the interest of numerous players.

This was the future Lich King — if they could slay him, even a few strands of his hair would be coveted.

The key was that it was during a campaign in the storyline, and defeating Arthas could completely change the plot, a temptation no ordinary one. Although it was likely that the Elemental Lord of Ice would be credited with the kill, there wouldn't be a shortage of equipment drops.

Consequently, a throng of Horde players converged towards the center.

And then they collided head-on with fifteen hundred heavy cavalry.

Boom! The unstoppable charge of the Lordaeron Royal Knights plunged right into the cluster of players, skewering orc after orc with their lances.

These orc players were generally only between levels ten and twenty; facing the level forty-six Royal Knights of Lordaeron, they were as fragile as clay bricks, knocked over and sent flying in swathes.