Question: What happens when a Reincarnation Team, regardless of cost, severely cripples a BOSS, only for a second BOSS to suddenly appear?
The answer is, a massacre.
The Reincarnation Team, having gone all out to deal with the Lion King, leaving their mana, health, and stamina bars completely empty, stood no chance against the present Fang Wuwei in his full, peak condition. It wasn't just one-sided; they were utterly helpless.
Fang Wuwei tossed a healing scroll onto the Lion King, then, long blade in hand, charged at the approaching Reincarnation Team with incredible speed.
In an instant, seven or eight people were decapitated.
"Holy crap! Where did this bastard come from to steal kills!"
"Fight the orcs! Don't you want the points!"
"Stupid! If he kills us, the points are still his! Run!"
"Where did this monster come from? This 'sixth' is unbelievable!"
"Brother, don't kill me!"
Facing Fang Wuwei, who had instantly slain several people, the Reincarnation Team immediately scattered, fleeing in all directions. Are you kidding? They had spent days grinding down one Lion King, and now another one appeared?
But how could Fang Wuwei let them just run away? He imbued Imposing Might into his hand, condensing a golden Fireball Technique and throwing it towards the dense forest in front of him.
A roaring inferno instantly ignited, scorching countless people who deserved to die.
It wasn't over yet. Fang Wuwei condensed another Fireball Technique. One Fireball Technique wasn't enough; he'd give them two, to make sure they had their fill! Anyway, the CD backlash for such small spells was practically nonexistent.
The effect of CD backlash is quite peculiar. For skills like Quick Braking, which have a 10-minute cooldown, forcing activation would damage the body. But for small skills like Fireball Technique, Lightning Arrow, or Sword Qi Slash, whose cooldowns are counted in seconds, the backlash is merely a greater consumption of mental energy.
The dense forest in front of him was engulfed in a raging fire, and it was continuously spreading. However, this was ultimately just a Fireball Technique; once the magic within it was exhausted, the fire would extinguish itself. So, he didn't have to worry about problems like a mountain ablaze and the police station below.
At this moment, he only wanted to kill more people. He understood that to truly save the orc tribe, the only way was to quickly wipe out the Reincarnators and end this great escape.
Looking at the raging fire, Fang Wuwei knew that even if these people weren't dead, it would be difficult for him to enter now. So, he turned and charged towards the tribal contingent, heading for the Reincarnators who were currently massacring.
Against such weak opponents, Fang Wuwei was even more unstoppable. Wherever he went, a faint red sword light flashed, and a head fell to the ground.
He had no habit of leaving anyone alive. As long as he made a move, his fundamental goal was to kill the enemy. If he could instantly kill, he would never leave anyone alive.
Enemies were everywhere, and Fang Wuwei moved swiftly across the various battlefields. Whenever he appeared, it was a massacre with no suspense.
This counter-encirclement ended so quickly and perfectly due to Fang Wuwei's involvement, but even so, the casualties among the civilians and soldiers were still horrifying.
Fang Wuwei supported the unsteady Lion King as they walked towards the chaotic tribe. Amidst the fearful and bewildered gazes of a group of orcs, he walked towards the present leader of the people—the Lion Queen.
"Sir... you've arrived."
At this moment, the Lion Queen's face was also etched with exhaustion, and her nearby guards were covered in wounds, all watching Fang Wuwei with wary eyes. Even though the Lion Queen and Lion King had close ties with him, they did not relax their guard in the slightest.
He was human.
"Sir... please follow me."
The Lion Queen led Fang Wuwei and the Lion King into the distance. There were no tents, no tables or chairs, and certainly no food. The three sat on the ground, their bottoms resting on blood-soaked earth, with only a burning campfire before them.
The conditions were so harsh that Fang Wuwei understood the orc tribe had run out of supplies. At present, they were merely clinging to life, attempting to move forward with that elusive hope, towards a future whose existence was unknown.
"Lion King... how is the tribe's situation?"
Holding several healing scrolls given by Fang Wuwei, the Lion King continuously treated the various wounds on his body. Unfortunately, his severed arm could not be restored. Hearing Fang Wuwei's question, the Lion King summoned a messenger. Seeing the unfamiliar cat-girl who ran over, the Lion King was momentarily stunned and subconsciously asked,
"Where's Bumian?"
"Reporting, Chieftain... she sacrificed herself..."
"...Report the casualties..."
The cat-girl, with trembling hands, held a blood-stained piece of paper, and with a voice almost inaudible, she choked out the casualties and the remaining tribe members.
"Currently... the casualty situation...
The tribe originally had approximately 240,000 members. Currently... preliminary statistics... remaining tribe members... are around 10,000...
The soldiers... suffered heavy losses... only half of the 4th Army remains... According to information from various legions, the entire tribe has only about eight hundred soldiers left... and all are injured or disabled...
All tribal chiefs... have all died in battle. As of... present, the only high-level combat power remaining in the tribe is the Chieftain..."
Over two hundred thousand people died, almost all the soldiers were gone, and only he remained as high-level combat power...
And this was less than ten days since the migration began.
The Lion King painfully closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably. Countless injuries and pains had not made this great king shed a tear, but now he could no longer hold back.
If Sir had not arrived in time today, the orc tribe would probably have perished in his hands...
"Yes... Little William and Andy are both..."
Little William was the Lion King's grandson, and Andy was the Lion King's only son. Both had died in battle, leaving the Lion King without an heir.
Despite this, the Lion King could only suppress his grief and look forward.
Let alone the Lion King, even Fang Wuwei, listening beside him, felt his scalp tingle. How many days had it been? It seemed like only seven or eight days, yet how could they be almost wiped out?
All high-end combat power was lost, including the Lion King. At present, he was merely at the end of his tether...
Perhaps, it could only be him.
Fang Wuwei understood that he was currently the only combat force of the orc race. Fortunately, he was powerful enough.
Having obtained the airdrop supplies, he was already stronger than the Lion King in his prime. If the Lion King could hold off an army by himself, he was confident he could too.
The Lion King announced to everyone the return of the Savior Fang Wuwei and stated that he would continue to accompany the team until the demon ritual ended.
The orcs went to collect the equipment and food dropped by the Reincarnators killed by Fang Wuwei, joyfully celebrating another escape from encirclement. This time, unlike before, they had a powerful guardian god. The superstitious and ignorant orc masses, who regarded Fang Wuwei as a divine messenger, let out thunderous cheers that startled the next batch of Reincarnators who were approaching nearby.
"Is there a party going on up ahead?"
"Holy crap, they dare to party? Don't they put us in their eyes?"
"This time, we'll definitely take down that monster lion and then happily divide the points."
The group quickened their pace, and all of this was observed by a monkey in a tree.
The panicked monkey-tribe orc rushed back to the tribe in a hurry. Before he could even enter the tribe, he was struck down by an arrow shot from a distance and fell to the ground.
"Enemy attack!"
An orc civilian who witnessed this scene from a distance let out a heart-wrenching roar, then was again shot down by an arrow.
The entire tribe instantly fell silent, and panic began to spread anew. They had been trying their best to avoid falling back into despair, even if it meant self-deceptively placing all their spiritual reliance on Fang Wuwei. But now, cruel death once again dragged them back to the desperate reality.
All the orcs focused their gaze on Fang Wuwei, their eyes filled with pleading and hope.
Upon hearing the loud roar, the Lion King abruptly stood up, ready to face the enemy, but he pulled at his wounds, letting out a painful gasp, and then was pulled down by Fang Wuwei to sit.
"Relax, Lion King, leave it to me."
Fang Wuwei picked up his faint red long blade and slowly walked towards where the arrow had come from. The blade gleamed with a cold light; it, too, was excited.
The Lion King watched Fang Wuwei's receding back, his eyes already moist.
"That's a good blade," the Lion King suddenly said. "Does it have a name?"
"A name? No, do you want to give it one?"
"Let's call it... 'Fu Chen'? In our ancient language, this word means hope."