Chapter 622: Chapter 521: The True God Has Abandoned Us (3)
He wore a piece of leather armor that seed quite old, holding a rusty steel knife in his hand, guarding the entrance to the main tent.
Majestic, like a mountain.
Before him, so bloodstained and lavish equipnt had fallen.
Those belonged to the players.
Clearly, quite a few players had been slain by him.
When Moonlight Jasmine saw this half-orc, her previously gloomy mood suddenly turned to excitent…
This was a powerful half-orc warrior!
She could sense that the opponent’s aura was stronger than hers by several degrees, likely reaching the mid-silver rank.
Still, he was too old, and he also exuded a sense of decay and decrepitude.
Yet even so, the players around still appeared as if they were facing a formidable foe.
At the sa ti, their discussions vaguely reached her:
“Whoa! I didn’t expect a half-orc BOSS here!”
“Wasn’t that an insta-kill just now? Two maxed-out players were gone in a second!”
“Should we go for it? Together?”
“Is it better to call for so help… this is a silver! I feel like we’d just be food delivery…”
The players were chattering intensely.
However, no one dared to step forward.
Moonlight Jasmine scanned the area and found that besides her, there wasn’t another silver-ranked player.
Moreover, most of these twenty or so people were closed-beta players, with few at max level, and their battle experience was horrendous.
This ability… facing an experienced silver professional was indeed not up to par.
When Moonlight Jasmine looked at the players, they also noticed her.
Many people’s eyes lit up:
“Wow! It’s Jasmine!”
“Valkyrie!”
“Jasmine is here! Now we don’t fear him!”
The players grew excited.
The second wave of offense had lasted so long that they hadn’t encountered a silver-ranked half-orc for a while.
Now facing a silver-ranked half-orc, and with the half-orc staunchly guarding the main tent, it suggested there must be sothing valuable inside!
They quickly extended an invitation to Moonlight Jasmine:
“Please help!”
“Let’s join forces. Once we defeat him, we’ll split the spoils inside the tent between our guild and you!”
It seed these twenty or so players were from a small guild.
But upon hearing the players’ words, Moonlight Jasmine shook her head:
“I’ll handle this alone. You are too weak.”
The players: …
They opened their mouths but eventually stepped aside obediently.
They had already witnessed the old half-orc’s strength just now and knew Moonlight Jasmine was telling the truth.
At this mont, the old half-orc also looked at Moonlight Jasmine.
He leaned on his rusty blade and chuckled lightly,
“Didn’t expect such a strong warrior among the elves, it seems… I am truly old.”
“Indeed, tis have changed.”
Moonlight Jasmine said.
She drew her longsword, her expression becoming serious imdiately, and she announced her title,
“Moonlight Jasmine, Elf Clan silver lower warrior.”
The old Beastman also straightened his expression,
“Lei Tie, forr High Priest of the Red Sand Tribe, mid-silver.”
So it was the forr High Priest of that tribe…
Moonlight Jasmine was speechless.
A High Priest resembling a warrior was indeed odd.
And hearing the old Beastman’s words, Caesar behind Moonlight Jasmine couldn’t help but mutter,
“Huh? High Priest? But he is a non-believer… aren’t priests supposed to be believers?”
Non-believer?
Moonlight Jasmine was stunned, glancing at Caesar.
Caesar’s eyes glowed with an eerie brilliance, the look when launching [Eye of Faith].
“Believer?”
The old Beastman let out a sardonic laugh.
His expression dimd slightly, and he said with a hint of lancholy,
“The True God has abandoned us… abandoned the Red Sand tribe…”
“So…”
“I am no longer a believer.”
After speaking, his gaze turned cold, and he raised the large blade again,
“Co on, if you want to enter the main tent, you must step over my dead body…”
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