I will swear to protect the beauty with my life

Question: When you defeat a BOSS at all costs and severely injure it, and then a second BOSS suddenly appears, what will happen?

The answer is massacre.

The Reincarnation Team, which had given its all to deal with the Lion King and had caused the blue, red and green bars to be completely empty, was facing Fang Wuwei who was now in his prime. It could not be said that it was one-sided, but that they had no power to fight back.

Fang Wuwei threw a healing scroll on the Lion King, then rushed towards the attacking team of Reincarnationists at an extremely fast speed with a long sword in hand.

In just a moment, seven or eight people were beheaded.

"Fuck! How could this guy be born to pick up heads!"

"Fight the orcs! Don't count!"

"How stupid! Even if he kills us, the points will still be his! Run!"

"Where? A monster appeared. Lao Liu is convinced!"

"Brother, don't kill me!!"

Faced with Fang Wuwei who killed several people in an instant, the Reincarnation Team dispersed instantly and fled in all directions. Are you kidding me? They spent several days fighting against one Lion King, and now there’s another one?

But how could Fang Wuwei let them run away like this? He attached the power of the enemy in his hand, condensed a golden fireball and smashed it towards the dense forest in front of him.

A huge fire suddenly broke out, burning countless damn people.

It's not over yet. Fang Wuwei condensed another fireball. One fireball is not enough, so I'll give you two. I'll feed you enough! Anyway, this kind of small magic has basically no CD backlash.

The effect of CD backlash is very magical. For skills such as Quick Braking, which has a CD of 10 minutes, forcibly activating it will damage the body. However, for small skills such as Fireball, Lightning Arrow or Sword Slash, which have a CD counted in seconds, the backlash is just a greater consumption of mental energy.

The dense forest in front of him was on fire, and it was spreading continuously, but this was ultimately just a fireball spell. Once the magic power contained in it was exhausted, the fire would go out on its own, so he didn't have to worry about the problem of a fire on the mountain and a police station at the foot of the mountain.

At this moment, he just wanted to kill more people. He understood that the only way to truly save the Orc Tribe was to quickly kill all the Reincarnations and end this battle royale.

Looking at the fire in front of him, Fang Wuwei realized that even if these people were not dead, it would not be easy for him to go in now. So he turned and rushed towards the tribal team, killing the group of reincarnations who were killing.

Facing such a newbie, Fang Wuwei was even more unstoppable. Wherever he went, a light red knife light flashed, and a head fell to the ground.

He has no habit of leaving anyone alive. Whenever he takes action, his fundamental goal is to kill the enemy. He will never leave anyone alive if he can kill them instantly.

There are enemies on all sides, and Fang Wuwei is running around on various battlefields. As soon as he appears, there will be a massacre without suspense.

This counter-encirclement and suppression campaign ended so quickly and perfectly thanks to Fang Wuwei's participation, but even so, the casualties among civilians and soldiers were still terrible.

Fang Wuwei supported the unsteady Lion King and walked towards the devastated tribe. Amid the fearful and puzzled gazes of a group of orcs, he walked towards the current leader of the people - the Lion Queen.

"Sir...you are here."

At this time, the Queen Lion's face was full of fatigue, and the guards beside her were also covered in wounds. They all looked at Fang Wuwei with vigilance. Even though the Queen Lion and the Lion King had a close relationship with him, they did not let down their guard at all.

He is human.

"Sir...please follow me."

The Queen Lion took Fang Wuwei and the Lion King to a faraway place. There was no tent, no tables or chairs, and no food. The three of them sat on the ground with blood-soaked mud under their buttocks and only a burning bonfire in front of them.

The conditions were so harsh that Fang Wuwei also understood that the Orc Tribe had run out of ammunition and food. Now they were just struggling to survive, trying to move forward along that illusory hope, towards a future that they were not sure whether it existed or not.

"Lion King...how is the situation of the tribe?"

Holding several healing scrolls given by Fang Wuwei, the Lion King kept healing the wounds of all sizes on his body. Unfortunately, the broken arm could not be restored. Hearing Fang Wuwei's question, the Lion King summoned the messenger. Looking at the strange cat girl running over, the Lion King was stunned and asked subconsciously.

"Where's the cotton?"

"Report to the Chief...sacrificed..."

"...report on casualties..."

The cat girl held a piece of blood-stained paper in her trembling hands, and reported the casualties and the existing members of the tribe in an almost inaudible voice with sobs.

"Currently... the casualties...

The tribe originally had about 24 people, but currently...according to previous statistics...the remaining number of people is about 1...

The soldiers... suffered heavy casualties... Only half of the 4th Army is left... According to information from the various legions, there are only about soldiers left in the entire tribe... and all of them are disabled...

The chiefs of each tribe... have all died in battle, and now the only high-level fighter left in the tribe is the chief..."

More than 200,000 people died, almost all the soldiers died, and I was the only high-level combat force left...

And this was less than ten days after the migration began.

The lion king closed his eyes in pain, tears flowing uncontrollably. Countless pains had not made this great king cry, but now he could not hold back any more.

If you hadn't arrived in time today, I'm afraid the orc tribe would have been destroyed in my hands...

"Yeah...little William and Andy both..."

Little William is the Lion King's grandson, and Andy is the Lion King's only son. Both of them died in the battle, and the Lion King has no descendants.

Even so, the Lion King could only hold back his grief and look forward.

Not to mention the Lion King, even Fang Wuwei who was standing by felt his scalp tingling when he heard this. It had only been a few days, it seemed like only seven or eight days, how come almost all of them were dead?

All high-end combat forces were destroyed, including the Lion King, and now he is just a spent force...

I'm afraid I'll have to come by myself.

Fang Wuwei understood that he was now the only fighting force of the Orcs. Fortunately, he was strong enough.

After receiving airdrop supplies, he is already stronger than the Lion King in his prime. The Lion King is able to hold his own against ten thousand enemies, so he is confident that he can do the same.

The Lion King announced to everyone that the savior Fang Wuwei had returned, and said that he would follow the team until the devil ritual was over.

The orcs went to pick up the equipment and food dropped by the reincarnations killed by Fang Wuwei, and celebrated joyfully that they had survived the siege again. But this time was different from before, they had a powerful patron saint. The superstitious and ignorant orcs regarded Fang Wuwei as a messenger from heaven, and gave earth-shaking cheers, alarming the next batch of reincarnations who were rushing not far away.

"Is there a party going on up ahead?"

"Fuck, you still dare to have a party? Don't you take us seriously?"

"We must take down that monster lion this time, and then happily split the points."

The group quickened their pace and all this was seen by a monkey in the tree.

The panicked monkey orcs rushed back to the tribe in a hurry. Before they could enter the tribe, they were killed by an arrow shot from a distance and fell to the ground.

"Enemy attack!!!"

An orc civilian who saw this scene not far away let out a heart-wrenching roar, and was then shot dead by an arrow again.

The entire tribe returned to silence in an instant, and panic began to spread again. They had been trying their best to avoid falling into despair again, even if it was deceiving themselves by relying all their hearts on Fang Wuwei. But now, cruel death once again brought them back to the desperate reality.

All the orcs focused their eyes on Fang Wuwei, their eyes filled with pleading and hope.

When the lion king heard the roar, he suddenly stood up and prepared to fight, but he pulled the wound on his body and let out a painful gasp, then Fang Wuwei pulled him down and made him sit.

"Relax, Lion King, leave it to me."

Fang Wuwei picked up the light red long sword and slowly walked towards the place where the arrow came from. The blade was shining coldly, and it was also excited.

The Lion King looked at Fang Wuwei's receding back, his eyes already moist.

"This is a good knife." The lion king suddenly said, "Does it have a name?"

"Name? No, can you give me one?"

"Let's call it... Fuchen? In our ancient language, this word means hope."