Game of the World Tree - Chapter 68

chapter 68 – it’s so boring to talk to oneself

Looking at almost two-metre-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 game interface. Demacia became 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 overwhelmed 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 game’s top-level monster?”

Demacia inwardly cursed.

It looked like he’d die this time.

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 me, 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.

“Come 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 some backbone.

Chief priest Mountain had informed Blackstone that these elves most likely had the ability of immortality.

At the same time, 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 some knowledge on the secrets of Death.

It was said that some followers of the God of Death possessed the power of immortality, but at the cost of weakening their souls over and over again. Each time their physical body died and their soul was drawn away, the soul suffered irreparable damage.

If this process was repeated several times, 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 came 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 some hidden plot, could he?! Demacia suddenly recalled some information that Miss Saint had mentioned 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 archnemesis 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 equipment 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 men.

“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 me 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 time, 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 … seemed 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 method 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 time 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 some information out of them and see if he could unlock a hidden plot or something.

“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 me to sell me off?

“Where are you taking me? I don’t suppose you … have any strange ideas about doing things to male elves?”

“Um…Although I am handsome and dashing… uhm, cough, I think that some 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 me. I’ve been caught by you anyway…

Hey hey hey, can you respond to me, 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 smelly 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.