Chapter 68 - it's so boring to talk to oneself
Looking at almost two-tre-tall half-orc in front of him, Demacia's face turned pale.
One blow… with just one blow, he had all but lost his ability to move.
His eyes noticed the "Disabled" status that flashed non-stop in his ga interface. Demacia beca more and more terrified of his opponent's strength. Except for Ullr's incarnation, he had never really stood eye to eye with such a powerful enemy.
And Ullr's incarnation had been a special situation to begin with. Since that enemy had been a boss-level deity, the players could accept his terrifying strength.
Furthermore, Ullr's incarnation was supposed to be a plot boss, and had been 'nerfed' to make the fight more fair.
Its incarnation state had been unstable to begin with, else it would never have been overwheld by the players' zerg tactics... But the ugly orc-like monster in front of Demacia was different.
Unlike Ullr's incomplete reincarnation, the half-orc had no weaknesses… It could destroy Demacia with a single blow.
Moreover, the half-orc appeared to be quite at ease, as if he had barely exerted any effort.
Such a terrifying monster! Demacia had no doubt that, faced with such a powerful monster, even if the players charged at it with their usual zerg tactics, they'd die in droves... It would be akin to a group of chicks charging towards a hound.
"Damn it, did I just encounter the ga's top-level monster?"
Demacia inwardly cursed.
It looked like he'd die this ti.
However, Demacia did not neglect his duties as the team captain before his inevitable demise.
He turned his head and shouted:
"I bumped into a wild hidden boss monster, you guys run away! I'll cover you!"
The tone of his voice ... was very dramatic and sad. Unfortunately, as he finished speaking, he was stunned to discover that there was no one behind him.
There was a slight breeze. A single, swaying leaf leisurely fell to the ground.
A bit further away, he could vaguely make out several tall, elvish figures disappearing in the distance. Demacia was left speechless.
Glaring at the running backs of his teammates, he murmured sorrowfully:
"F$ck , you guys are a real piece of work aren't you?"
He sighed, looked at the half-orc standing in front of him, and stretched his neck.
"Co on, make it a clean kill."
As he waited for the enemy to kill him, he looked awe-inspiring and unfazed in the face of imminent death.
Blackstone raised his eyebrows as he looked at the elf.
This elf actually had so backbone.
Chief priest Mountain had inford Blackstone that these elves most likely had the ability of immortality.
At the sa ti, however, Blackstone also believed that there must be certain limitations to their immortality.
He had dealt with a necromancer in his early years and had so knowledge on the secrets of Death.
It was said that so followers of the God of Death possessed the power of immortality, but at the cost of weakening their souls over and over again. Each ti their physical body died and their soul was drawn away, the soul suffered irreparable damage.
If this process was repeated several tis, the soul would eventually break apart.
Therefore, in the eyes of Blackstone, even if such a follower possessed the ability of immortality, they would still be keen to avoid death.
After all, no creature can be truly immortal! All they did was delay their eventual death. And having one's soul break apart was a worse fate than a normal death ... Blackstone therefore had an ounce of respect for the elf.
At this point, several more half-orcs had joined him, and they prepared to go after the other elves who had fled.
However, they were quickly stopped by Blackstone.
"No need. This elf should be their leader. As long as we catch him, we can get the most information out of him."
Blackstone waved his hand.
"You, tie him up."
Several ugly half-orcs ca over, snatched the scimitar out of Demacia's hands, and tied him up tightly with ropes ... Watching them in action, Demacia froze.
Wait ... why was this boss monster acting strangely? Weren't they supposed to just stomp the player to death in such a situation? Why were they tying him up?
Wait. he couldn't actually have triggered so hidden plot, could he?! Demacia suddenly recalled so information that Miss Saint had ntioned to them.
Orcish hunting parties … hunting elves … trading them to humans …
Wait a minute. Had he encountered such a hunting party? Demacia's eyes grew brighter.
Half-orcs were the archnesis of the elves! Damn! Demacia's eyes gradually brightened.
A hidden plot! This was definitely a hidden plot!
In an instant, the sadness he felt disappeared as he no longer worried about possibly dying, wasting his perfect resurrections, and having had his equipnt destroyed.
Seeing that the elf he had caught was neither frightened nor furious, but actually excited, the perplexed Blackstone frowned.
Was this elf ... really in his right mind? He shook his head and waved to his n.
"Let's go back to the stronghold first."
Having succeeded in capturing a tongue, he didn't plan to stay here any longer than necessary.
He was scared of attracting the attention of powerful followers of the Death God. Since this elf was lavishly equipped, it was clear at first glance that he was a leader-level figure. He should have a lot of information! Although ... his actual strength fell a bit short.
Even though Blackstone had prepared himself for a tough opponent, he did not expect the elves to be so weak! Only Lower Iron, hah ... as weak as paper! He glanced at Demacia in disdain.
As Blackstone gave his order, one of the half-orcs lifted and carried Demacia on his shoulders like a bag.
"F$ck… Don't carry like that, it hurts, I'm suffocating!"
Demacia shouted.
The half-orc glanced at him for a second, grabbed his leg, and slung it over his shoulder so that the elf was now dangling upside down.
Demacia was speechless.
His face turned pale.
"My lunch… my lunch… my lunch is coming out… blurgh…" But this ti, no one paid him any attention.
With their upside-down 'trophy', the group of mighty half-orcs made their way back.
Demacia had been tied very tightly, and his captor's sweeping, slow stride almost made him empty his stomach.
Despite this, he was not afraid or worried at all, but rather excited.
He understood that the half-orcs were definitely not going to kill him.
Instead, they ... seed to be holding themselves in from hurting him ... hurting him.
Wait. Wait. These half-orcs didn't have those tastes, right? For an instant, Demacia trembled.
Especially when he took another look at Blackstone's sturdy body and his fierce appearance ... he got a little terrified and his complexion turned a bit green.
No no no no no… the half-orcs were planning to sell him for money, and the buyers wouldn't want second-hand goods, would they? Demacia shook her head and comforted himself.
Whatever, his main issue was to find a way to commit suicide and return to the elven town! He wondered if elves could kill themselves by biting their tongues. But then again, this kind of suicide thod found in martial arts novels didn't actually seem to have any scientific basis in the first place.
Or maybe ... couldn't he just bang his own head against the wall? Or a tree? Demacia's thoughts began to wander off into strange directions ... but one thing was certain, and that was that he should be safe for the ti being.
With that in mind, Demacia gave up on that train of thought and got cocky instead.
He started striking up a chat with his captors, trying to get so information out of them and see if he could unlock a hidden plot or sothing.
"Hey hey hey, big fellas, are you half-orcs?"
"You have such big tusks! But they're a little yellow ... How long has it been since you guys last brushed your teeth?"
"Oh, your scimitars look so sharp! What rank are they? Are they golden legend? Can I touch them?"
"Hey, Iron-level chump! Iron chump! The Iron chump at the front! What level are you?"
"Are you the rumoured hunting party? Did you catch to sell off?
"Where are you taking ? I don't suppose you ... have any strange ideas about doing things to male elves?"
"Um…Although I am handso and dashing… uhm, cough, I think that so things should only be done with ladies, don't you say… no?"
"Ah, actually ... I ate so much spicy food during lunch that my intestines are burning... and I have hemorrhoids ...
What are you guys planning, anyway? Tell . I've been caught by you anyway…
Hey hey hey, can you respond to , it's so boring to talk to myself!
Heeeeyyyy!"
"…" Demacia talked like a non-stop machine gun and blabbered constantly during the trip. Eventually, Blackstone had enough of him.
"Shut up!"
He picked up a goblin that was following him, snatched off his slly ragged loin cloth, and stuffed it into Demacia's mouth before putting a cloth bag over his head.
The world turned peaceful and quiet.
Demacia was rendered speechless.
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