Capítulo 7: Orcs Who Pulled down the Average Intelligence Level
Editor: Atlas Studios
It was definitely rare to see large Orc tribes at the borders.
Even the extremely large Elven place at Blackleaf Forest was a few thousand kilometers away from the Border Town. The only closer communities were two human nations and various minority tribes.
The Elves who were walking forward were extremely agile and quiet in their steps. No matter which occupation they had, everyone was extremely careful, but at ease at the same time.
That was because Elves were the masters of the forest. No matter how strong their enemy was, they wouldn't be able to fight the Elves in the forest.
The ability to climb trees was basically innate for them.
If not, those pure-blooded Elves would not have been able to push William off the tree and make it the most humiliating incident for him…
William was quite angry too. He refused to believe that no other Elf had fallen off a tree before. Did they have to look at him as if they were looking at an idiot?
Besides, he wasn't the one who fell. The one who fell had already returned to the World Tree.
The Elven rangers were the best at archery and they had long climbed into the trees. To them, combat meant shooting all the arrows in their quivers using their battle energy. If their enemies didn't all die, they might use their daggers next.
Under the eyes of the waiting rangers, the hunters carefully started to dig out holes around the Orc tribe, before they placed wooden spikes in them. They then tied hardly visible strings around two trees. If their enemy accidentally stepped into them, something capable of smashing them awaited.
The extra-large iron rod was the worst trap to fall into.
This was clearly something that was only used to hunt wild beasts or magical beasts. With the thickness of the Orcs' skin, their feet would definitely be ruined the moment they stepped on it, their bones breaking from the sharp blades.
William could check the attributes and health levels of Intermediate NPCs as long as the difference in levels wasn't too great.
However, other NPCs couldn't do it. This was an ability only players had…
Every race or being had its own weaknesses. As long as they were not strong enough to shield themselves fully, those weaknesses were their fatal spots.
This was a different world. There was no such thing as slicing one in the neck only caused a 100 points in damage despite one's neck being almost separated just because the force employed was insufficient. The only possibility was that the blade failed to slice past the skin.
If William shot an arrow on an Orc's skin, it would only bring a painless injury, because the strength of his shots was too weak. However, if he shot at the eyes, mouth, or other parts of the skull, it would be a fatal blow.
"William, you can stand behind in this fight. I'll protect you!" Lautner didn't want him to attack. After all, William's level was too low. Based on the age of Elves, he was still considered a child…
"It's alright. How can I grow if I don't experience fights? My archery skills aren't too bad!" To this, William smiled as he took his White-quality bow and arrow and easily climbed up a tree.
It was clear that he had become a mature little Elf who wouldn't fall from a tree again.
To this, Lautner shook his head helplessly. He glanced at the warriors who were ready, before he shouted loudly, "Release your arrows!"
Shoosh, shoosh, shoosh!
Sharp and jarring sounds sounded one after another.
The Elven rangers and hunters were all in the trees, shooting the first volley of arrows at their enemies in unison. In the second after the Orcs heard the shout, hundreds of sparkling arrows whistled through the air and rained on with air-slicing sounds.
About eighty Orcs fell on the floor with them facing up. White and yellow head liquid filled the area, before exclamations and shouts of anger took over. Many Orcs had managed to avoid the fatal blows.
After all, if the arrows shot through their simple chest armors, it wouldn't incur much of an effect. If the strength wasn't enough, there was even a chance that no damage was caused.
However!
How could the sudden appearance of many high-tech target locks appearing not scare the Orcs who were ordinary players?
After the first volley of arrows, the Elves didn't wait for the Orcs to retaliate before they started to shoot freely.
The rain of arrows made the Orcs run around crazily, unable to form any effective group of archers to retaliate.
In Gods, the best archers were no doubt the pure-blooded Elves! Even half-blooded Elves were incomparable!
They were born archers.
However, what was surprising was William!
Several Elves standing on top of the trees glanced at their lord in surprise. Every time he pulled the bow and shot an arrow out, he was able to hit an Orc accurately.
He took them out straight away, even if he didn't manage to kill them with his arrow, they were terribly injured.
Bows that were usually used by Elven children were very weak and they were very good to deal with soft-fleshed animals or wild beasts. However, these were Orcs with thick skin and tough meat. They were Orcs with battle energy! How could this type of bow shoot through a protective shield with battle energy?
However, the scenes that followed left them shocked.
This Lord seemed to be more of an archer than they were. The speed of his arrows increased, accurately hitting those Orcs' eyes every time, striking their fatal spots every time. Apart from those stronger Orcs whose eyes were deeper so his arrows, preventing him from killing them, he never missed a shot.
However, what William wanted to really say was that his attributes weren't bad. Besides, he had played games for so many years. With his observation skills as a player, it was easy for him to recognize the weaker ones amongst the Orcs.
He specifically chose the ones who didn't have battle energy. He loved the weak, old and young the most. People might say that he was bullying the weak and young, but he clearly saw the murderous intent in the Orcs' eyes.
Besides, he felt rather happy from seeing his experience slowly build up.
After all, in Gods, players could still depend on killing people or monsters to level up during the start of the game. In the later parts of the game, it became really hard. Without any missions, leveling up was as hard as rising to the heavens!
"Darn Elves, you actually dare disturb our tribe?! I'll skin you all alive and turn all of your thighs into barbecue meat!" A buff, extremely strong Orc ran out in anger. He was wearing thick armor, his aura fierce and strong. He was 2.40 meters tall. He held a giant mace as his weapon as he waved it onto a thick tree, smashing it apart.
"Be careful, William! He's the Orc tribe's leader!" Lautner was the closest to the tribe. He furrowed his eyebrows and shouted, telling William to back away.
"You b*stard, don't run!" The Orc tribe's leader shouted in anger, leading more than a hundred Orc warriors as they rushed towards the Elves. He had never experienced an Elf attack.
However, the elders in the tribe had said before that after clashing with the Elves, the worst thing to do was to hide. They had to attack first, despite the possibility of falling into a trap…
However, what was the point in thinking so much now?
He was an Orc!
It would be over if he was rash!
"Those d*mned Elven monkeys, why are they jumping up and down?" He watched as many Elves ran away hurriedly, darting around the dense woods. Anger rose within him and he continued to rush forward.
However, they barely made it to a hundred meters.
The Orcs that had stepped onto the traps suddenly screamed nonstop in pain. All sorts of sharp bamboo sticks, sharp spikes on the floor, large hunting clamps and three-meter-deep trenches filled with sharp wooden staves immediately made those Orcs fall into despair…
There was no other way…
The way Elves dealt with small Orc tribes were all so similar.
They prepared the traps.
Shot arrows.
Infuriate.
Then, the Orcs would step into the traps…
Finally, the Orcs would wave their fists angrily, feeling like they had been tricked. However, with their enemies right in front of them, and with them almost about to catch up, they continued to rush forward due to the enraged flames burning in them.
They bumped into a group of exquisitely-dressed Elven witch bladers and a group of Elven warriors that protected and guarded the flanks carefully.
A hundred bladers made their attacks at the same time, slicing the trees into pieces of wood that fell heavily onto the floor. Several unlucky ones were flattened immediately.
The Orcs that had yet to group together continued to be cut up into pieces, even if they had used their battle energy to form a protective shield over themselves. Several shadows flew over and immediately blood spilled all over the place.
It was barely a single round!
What was left of the barely-surviving Orc warriors were either dead or injured. With that, the Elven warriors huddled into a group and stormed the tribe fully.
There was no other possible development.
The Intelligence +of the Orcs was always a worrying factor. Not only did they pull down the average Intelligence +of everyone in the game, but they even pulled down that of the major races…
Once, someone who specifically opened an Orc's head. After some research and examination, they concluded very clearly that not only did the Orc's brain lack a nerve, but there was more water than gray matter…
Only Orc sorcerers or warlocks had Intelligence +similar to that of Humans, so they wouldn't be so easily tricked into a trap.
This type of sorcerer or warlock was the Orc's leader's adviser.
Under normal circumstances, the sorcerers would be in charge of commanding the battle from the rear while the leader would lead his soldiers into battle.
Whether the leader died didn't matter. What mattered was that the sorcerer didn't die. He could just choose another leader!
However, for an Orc tribe with a population in the hundreds, it was very hard to have an Orc sorcerer.
However, there were many stupid incidents at times.
That was with the Orc's leader's Intelligence +being slightly higher as he suddenly remembered that he might fall into a trap.
Then, through various fantastic ideas, he would drag down the enemy's Intelligence +and beat them with experience. In this case, it wasn't impossible for him to defeat the enemy!
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