Chapter 2: New Century (Epilogue)
Chapter 795: The Peculiar Barbaras
Clearly, the Black Flag Tribe was under attack by some mysterious force.
Da Sima unhesitatingly led a group of players straight into the tribe. The Orcs within were initially wary, but their expressions quickly turned anxious and astonished when they saw Barbaras being carried back on a stretcher. Soon after, a shaman came to treat Barbaras’s injuries. Meanwhile, Da Sima, planting a temporary Goblin Tribe Resurrection Crystal rewarded by the system on the ground, led his subordinates to reinforce the fighting Orcs.
Upon reaching the core battlefield, Da Sima finally got a clear look at the enemies the Orcs were facing.
They were a group of strangely-shaped Ghouls, moving at high speed on all fours. They appeared to be transformed Orcs, with thick bones and skin that had turned a bizarre blood-red, resembling skinned monkeys.
The reason for their peculiar appearance was that it was difficult to discern where their main facial features were located.
What seemed to be their heads had no discernible features at all.
Instead, their bodies were covered in mouths and eyeballs.
Just looking at them made Da Sima and the Goblin players feel somewhat nauseous.
However, having joined the battlefield, there was no room for retreat. After all, from atop the city walls, there was no need for physical contact with these monsters.
“Brothers, let’s throw javelins together and help our Orc brethren hold off these monsters!”
Following Da Sima’s roar, a group of Goblin players responded.
Despite their short stature, Goblins seemed to possess a peculiar talent for throwing javelins, with each throw being quite accurate.
These Ghouls weren’t particularly strong either. After being disrupted by the Goblin javelins, the remaining task fell to the brave Orc Warriors, who could quickly dispatch the immobilized Ghouls.
Plus, Da Sima was decisive. Once players ran out of stamina, they would immediately commit suicide to refresh their stamina and then return to the city walls to hurl javelins again.
This ensured that the javelin barrage disrupting the Ghouls never stopped.
And Da Sima and his crew weren’t at a loss. The experience gained from assisting in killing Ghouls far exceeded the cost of dying and resurrecting, which greatly boosted the players’ enthusiasm. Upon resurrection, they immediately charged back into the fray.
Although the number of Goblins was not large.
This fearless sacrifice significantly reduced the pressure on the Orcs.
“Boom—”
Another crack of thunder sounded.
It was the fox-faced shaman from the Orc legion unleashing her power once more.
Furious lightning spread across the battlefield, the ground trembled, and broken, scorched trees and grass were flung everywhere by the terrifying shockwave. Da Sima felt his ears ring, and he was momentarily disoriented, everything in his vision blurring into double images. The thunderclap passed as quickly as it came, and the sounds of shouting and roaring then drowned out all other noise.
“Kolarda-Hoerugen!”
Perhaps due to their proximity.
This time, the system translated the obscure and rough Orcish language.
It meant “All troops, heed my command.”
This roar echoed above the battlefield, cutting through the noisy air.
The fox-faced shaman raised her staff and pointed forward:
“Everyone, advance and annihilate, drive these filthy undead creatures out of our tribe! Trebuchets, continue your bombardment!”
“Roar—!”
The Orcs’ response was fragmented, but the trailing roars converged, soaring upwards as if intending to shatter the clouds above. Various magical lights flickered across the battlefield – many shamans from the tribal camp, having recovered their magic power, had joined the fight. Infected by the brutal atmosphere of the battlefield, the players also roared alongside the Orcs, throwing their spears with even greater effort.
Da Sima was the fastest to deplete his spears.
At one point, the supply couldn’t keep up.
He accidentally threw a player who was transporting spears.
However, this comfortable leveling phase did not last long.
Just as the Ghoul legion was being gradually pushed back beyond the tribal palisades, hurried howls, like ghostly wails, suddenly echoed from the grim and dim forest. Three colossal beasts, each ten meters tall, lunged out of the forest. They still resembled Ghouls, but their bodies were covered in continuously opening and closing ring-shaped mouths and wriggling eyeballs. Their mouths constantly dripped with foul-smelling pus.
The moment these super-sized Ghouls appeared, they charged at the Orc legion like rampaging bulls. Wherever they passed, Orcs were knocked down and trampled. Not a single Orc could withstand them for even one round. The previously stable defending line and the advantage they had fought for instantly collapsed.
One of these large Ghouls charged forward and, with a single slap, killed Da Sima.
The chat in the live stream immediately flooded with “6666”.
Compared to Da Sima committing suicide to recover his stamina, being directly killed by a monster was clearly more entertaining for the audience.
“Damn it, these Ghouls are too much!”
Da Sima emerged from the Resurrection Crystal, cursing angrily, but inwardly, his heart was pounding. That slap had made him genuinely feel his neck twist, and even the suffocating sensation of death felt incredibly real.
However, Da Sima was a gamer after all.
He quickly regained his composure, grabbed a spear, and rushed back towards the battlefield.
This scene was also witnessed by Barbaras the Orc.
He clearly saw each Goblin’s resurrection process.
“So these are the so-called players.”
Barbaras muttered to himself.
“Creak.”
A blood-red eyeball on his neck suddenly opened, rolling around. Its strange gaze swept over the Goblin players, as if confirming something.
During this process, Barbaras appeared soulless, his entire being in a dazed state. Only when he seemed to have completed his confirmation did the blood-red eyeball close and quickly disappear into his rough skin.
Barbaras regained his consciousness, and his injuries strangely healed rapidly. The shaman beside him acted as if she hadn’t seen anything.
…
On the battlefield.
The Orc Warriors and the Ghoul legion were engaged in a fierce battle.
With the help of the giant Ghouls.
The tide of the battle had turned in favor of the Ghouls.
No matter how hard Da Sima and the Goblin players tried, they couldn’t stop Orcs from being killed or injured and carried away.
Just as the Ghoul legion was about to break into the center of the tribe.
“Boom—” a deafening explosion.
A colossal axe, the size of a door panel, flew like a whirlwind towards a giant Ghoul. The giant Ghoul had its back to the axe, but it clearly sensed the danger and twisted to evade.
But how could Da Sima, a veteran player skilled in surprise attacks, let such an opportunity slip away?
“Brothers, charge and surround him!”
The Goblin players were already close to the giant Ghoul. Moreover, they had watched combat footage of players from the beta test.
At this moment, they understood Da Sima’s command instantly.
They swarmed forward, hugging the giant Ghoul’s legs. This maneuver successfully hindered the giant Ghoul’s movement. The sharp giant axe sliced through the giant Ghoul, cutting it in half, leaving a smooth, blood-gushing cut.
The giant axe, continuing its momentum after splitting the giant Ghoul in two, spun and mowed down a large group of ordinary Ghouls before finally embedding itself in the earth, creating a large pit.
“Well done!”
“That was seriously cool!”
The Goblin players, still clinging to the giant Ghoul’s legs, didn’t stop marveling at the power of that astounding axe. They turned to see where the giant axe had come from and saw Barbaras the Orc, who had been on the verge of death half an hour ago, now with a ferocious expression, baring his fangs as he strode towards them.
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Three chapters tomorrow. My family had a fight.
