Part-time BOSS

Two days later - Dark Portal - Planet Draenor: "Warchief, please stop now. There are greedy adventurers outside the door. You must not open the Dark Portal. Something big will happen." !”

A group of orc players continued to persuade, not noticing that Doomhammer Orgrim's face was getting darker and darker.

(Because he was born in the Blackstone Clan, Orgrim’s skin was originally black.)

"Enough!" Orgrim yelled and stood up suddenly. He stared coldly at the orcs in front of him.

"Useless trash, so cowardly, so cowardly, completely without the glory and blood of my tribe. Since you are afraid of death, then I will give you death."

He stepped forward, grabbed an orc's hair, and chopped off his head with an axe.

The remaining orc players were all frightened and wanted to run away. The surrounding Kor'kron guards rushed up and held them down one by one, cutting off their heads.

Orgrim walked out of the camp carrying a head. He looked at the densely packed tens of thousands of orcs below and raised his head high.

Orgrim Doomhammer (Warchief of the Horde): "Our Horde only has fearless warriors and does not need cowards and cowards, and this is the fate of cowards."

"The last failure was due to Black Hand's weakness and stupidity, and we were not prepared at all and did not pay attention to the enemy on the opposite side. But this time it is different. We gathered warriors from all tribes, all the strongest warriors, those weak Humanity will die happily and wailing under our axes, and we will conquer that entire world.

Tell me, warriors of the Horde, are you ready to fight! "

"For the tribe!"

"Lokta oh gah!"

"Power and glory!"

"Robbing money, food, and women."

"Death to all Alliance dogs!"

"wahhhhhhg!"

Listening to the shouts of the orcs resounding throughout the sky, Orgrim nodded with satisfaction, "Gul'dan, open the Dark Portal, the tribe is ready!"

At the same time - on the other side of the Dark Portal - in the wasteland of the Cursed Land.

The alliance's army has gathered here, numbering more than 100,000, but those standing in the front are not the elite main force of the Kingdom of Storm, nor the powerful knights of the Storm, nor the soldiers of various nobles and fiefdom knights, but groups of people. The adventurers, organized into small groups and teams, occupied almost the entire front area of ​​the Dark Portal, blocking the Stormwind Kingdom's army from behind.

Looking at the scattered formation of adventurers in the distance, Duke Bolvar was a little worried, "Your Majesty the King, are you sure you want to hand over the front of the battlefield to those undisciplined adventurers? If they are defeated, it will easily break up our army's formation." .”

King Ryan opened his mouth, but Varian on the side answered his question first.

Varian (Prince of Storms): "No problem Lord Bolvar, they are all fearless Alliance warriors with determination and will that are not afraid of death."

Bolvar had no doubts about this at all. The battle hadn't even started yet, but the fight by planting flags at the door due to boredom had already resulted in hundreds of casualties - and the enemy hadn't even been seen yet.

Bolvar strongly doubted that if the Dark Portal was not opened for a whole day, these adventurers would be able to kill them all themselves.

"I don't doubt it, but—"

"There's nothing to worry about. These adventurers have defeated the tribal army before, and they will win again. Just wait and reap the fruits of victory.

Well, I have to go and inspect it. Lord Bolvar, are you willing to go with me? "

When Varian rode his steed onto the battlefield, he was greeted by loud cheers.

"It's King Wa!"

"King Varian, fight for your glory."

"Wang Wang, I love you, and I want to give you a monkey."

"Wang Wang is invincible, Wa Wang is awesome!"

Varian waved to the adventurers, accepting the cheers calmly, with a proud look on his face.

Listening to the cheers around him, Bolvar finally understood why King Lane was on pins and needles. With the support of so many people, no one else would be upset.

But fortunately, the nobles didn't have any good impressions of Varian and the adventurers' messy things. They resented these adventurers running around and hated their attitude of showing no respect to the nobles.

He also doesn't support Varian very much, and is closely united around King Ryan.

"Look, the Dark Door!" someone shouted, and Duke Bolvar hurriedly looked at the Dark Door. Something strange was happening at the Dark Door.

At this moment, as dozens of orc warlocks led by Gul'dan poured all their evil energy into the Dark Portal, the evil energy gathered into a huge vortex. The Dark Portal was finally activated, and the space-time tunnel connected the two world.

The adventurers here immediately discovered the changes in the Dark Portal.

"Wocao, stop fighting, stop fighting, we need to spawn monsters."

"Come back and fill up all the buffs for me. Those who have great medicine are ready. Don't be reluctant to drink it when the time comes."

"Warrior, where are the warriors? Come to the front row, what? Are you an expert in throwing weapons? There are still such warriors."

The adventurers finally stopped fighting and formed battle formations one after another.

It has to be said that once these people get serious, they are quite capable. Warriors, knights, druid who turned into a bear, berserkers, weapon masters, all kinds of messy tank professions formed a loose front.

At the back are magicians, archers, elementalists, arcanists and other legal professions, and at the end are the priests, priests and other auxiliary professions of various gods.

A dense army of orcs swarmed out of the Dark Portal.

Bolvar looked serious and started!

Meteor fire shower, blizzard, lightning storm, meteorite spell!

The sky is filled with destructive magic, and the proportion of legal professions among the adventurers is astonishingly high. Ordinary kingdom armies often have only a dozen mages and priests as support for a team of several hundred people. However, among the adventurers' army, The number of legal professions is as high as three or four levels.

So many spellcasters took action together, making the several hundred meters in front of the Dark Door almost a place of death.

The orcs who poured out from the Dark Portal were like cannon fodder. They were instantly submerged in the magic that destroyed the world. Occasionally, a few lucky ones broke through, and what awaited them was the siege of countless melee professions.

Since the Dark Portal was only one or two hundred meters wide, it was completely blocked by tens of thousands of adventurers. It was almost a one-sided massacre.

Seeing the layers of corpses stacked higher and higher, Varian also showed a satisfied smile, "You see, Bolvar, there is no suspense in the battle. This is the strength of adventurers, and it will be over soon." ”

Bolvar himself had to admit that this might be true. Suddenly, the lineup of orcs who rushed out of the Dark Portal changed. They were no longer just cannon fodder. There were some well-equipped orc vanguards, orc berserkers, and orc warriors. , a large number of elite monsters are also mixed with some small BOSS level orc warlords.

The equipment that drops is no longer just blank slate and gray.

Blue and green appear occasionally, as more and more gear explodes from the ground.

There was also some commotion among the adventurer lineup.

"Oh no, I lost a lot of equipment."

"Don't go there, do you want to die?"

In the sky world, there is no concept of friendly forces being harmless. As long as they rush over, they will inevitably be killed by magic.

Fortunately, it was just blue and green equipment, so it would not cause people to lose their minds, but soon, the situation changed again.

An extremely tall orc, wearing black armor and holding two giant battle axes, rushed out.

Barusak (High-ranking Warlord): "I am High-ranking Warlord Barusak! Weak humans, scum of the Alliance, prepare to die."

As soon as this orc appeared on the scene, he immediately attracted everyone's attention, and the BOSS logo on his head was even more eye-catching. However, just by looking at his name, it was obvious that he was not a historical celebrity.

Disaster Level 3 BOSS, this is already a 40-player group level BOSS. It is also a plot battle, so the drops must be quite good.

"Wocao, there's a BOSS coming out, gather the fire quickly, gather the fire quickly!"

"Kill the BOSS. Don't worry about the mobs. Quickly grab the hatred. The first kill will definitely drop good things."

"Don't make a mess, don't make a mess. Let's clear out the mobs first. What the hell are you doing?"

All the overwhelming magic fell on the orc warlord. As a result, the pressure on the surrounding orcs on both sides was greatly reduced. Finally, some orcs rushed out of the land of death and fought with the forward formation of the players.

What a bunch of idiots! Bolvar looked at it and shook his head. He could obviously use magic to completely block the attack of the orcs, but it affected the overall situation for the sake of an orc leader. Damn it.

There’s more damning to come.

Although the high-level warlord was powerful, he quickly fell down under the overwhelming attack. The moment he fell to the ground, several purple light pillars suddenly appeared around him.

"Wocao, Bao Zi is equipped, it's a weapon."

"There are also skill books, I saw them."

"Come on, what are you waiting for?"

A few adventurers who were not afraid of death actually rushed over, but as soon as they picked up a piece of equipment, they were killed by the magic of friendly forces. It is not known whether it was intentional or unintentional.

But this still can't stop people's greed. Purple equipment is extremely valuable in this game. It's not difficult to sell any piece for thousands or even tens of thousands. Good purple equipment can even cost hundreds of thousands.

It doesn't matter if you die for one hundred thousand dollars.

More and more adventurers broke away from the formation and rushed towards the pieces of equipment.

As a result, the lineup was suddenly in chaos.

Then more and more orc armies came out, and bosses appeared one after another, including five or six high-level warlords, three or four orc chiefs, and historical celebrities such as King Saurfang and Hellscream.

"Holy crap, it's King Saurfang!"

"Pull the king out quickly, we've got it covered."

"Laohou is also coming out, let's grab Laohou first."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, gore roar is mine."

"Go to hell."

"For daring to rob our boss, Skull and Bones, you bastards, have long disliked you."

"Everyone from the Iron-Blooded Clan, come here quickly, you must take revenge today."

"Fuck, if you dare to rob our BOSS, you are seeking death!"

Bolvar watched in stunned silence as several adventurer guilds that had gaps with each other started fighting each other on the spot. Some adventurer groups tried to pull King Saurfang out of the crowd and kill him alone, but were then stabbed in the back by other player groups. , King Saurfang, who was pulled out, rushed into the crowd and chopped off a crispy back row with a whirlwind slash.

Hellscream let out a war cry and led a group of warriors with war songs to kill directly through the front line. In an instant, the good situation turned into chaos.