Alone and Infinite.

Chapter 66 The Bee Stinger's Final Mission

On the street, which was more than three meters wide, Oak and his apostles were huddled together in a chaotic mess.

They made a chattering sound like chickens pecking at each other, and the sounds of various weapons clashing and striking the armor were like a concert.

Because of the armor issued before the battle, the apostles did not suffer many injuries, after all, the armor's defense tier was around 3.

The crude weapon in Oak's hand had an attack level of only 2, which was completely unable to break through the defense.

The kind of thing where a regular knife can still cause damage to a chest made of pure steel plate armor is something you only see in online games.

If you can't break through the defense, you can't break through the defense.

However, not many people died or were injured in the Orcs. These apostles, apart from having slightly higher attributes than normal people, lacked skills and had terrible equipment.

Although I consciously learned some skills such as basic combat and basic shooting, I could only stay in them for 7 days in reality, and I didn't have the resources to improve them.

Therefore, unless one has undergone extensive and systematic training before entering the hall of fame, their proficiency level is generally between LV1 and LV2.

The most crucial factor is mindset. Before this, the apostles were just ordinary people. Having gone through a trial, they may have rationally accepted it, but it is difficult to complete the transformation in a short period of time.

Just like many people who subconsciously retain their habits from reality, such as Ronnie mocking chimpanzees during the preparation period.

In real life, talking back might not lead to anything, but in trials, it could very well result in death.

So he died at the hands of the black gorilla. If Li Xia hadn't been too lazy to do it, he probably would have died even sooner.
Thus, in Li Xia's view, the entire battlefield of the River Valley was filled with apostles wielding their weapons wildly, their eyes bloodshot, while Oak screamed in pain, though not many died.

However, not everyone was like that. Li Xia noticed that a few people had clearly adapted to the battlefield. They were still very excited, but they no longer used all their strength to swing their weapons.

Instead, they tried to kill their opponent with minimal effort, and their pace and actions clearly showed that they were trying to apply what they had learned to actual combat.

No wonder Claude said that the trials of war are a selection process; the opportunities offered by the temple are there, but whether you can seize them is another matter entirely.

Li Xia reached out, grabbed the spear stuck beside him, and pulled it up forcefully.

The stone slab shattered with a crash, and the Orks suddenly stopped what they were doing, staring at Li Xia in fear.

They took a few steps back, yelled, turned around, and ran away, leaving Li Xia, who was preparing to earn another batch of contribution points, stunned.

Having been terrified of death, the Orks were not afraid of dying, but the human, completely encased in armor, stood still like a rock, thrusting and retracting his spear without any fancy moves.

Those Oc who dared to charge forward fell to the ground—not ten or twenty, but over a hundred. The Oc even doubted that this man could keep stabbing indefinitely.

The Orks are spreading your fame; your spear is as deadly as a poisonous sting. The Orks call you 'The Stinger,' and the morale of the Ork faction has dipped slightly.

When facing you, Orc has a high chance of choosing to run away; this only applies to this battlefield.

Li Xia:
However, if you think about it from another perspective, if you were cannon fodder on the battlefield and saw a single enemy general easily kill a hundred or so cannon fodder, you would definitely avoid him.

The excited apostles stopped what they were doing and stood there panting to rest. Some of them even sat down, completely ignoring the stench of blood on the ground.

I watched Li Xia kill Oak like mowing grass, and I thought I could do the same. But when I actually did it, I realized that even though Oak is less than 1.5 meters tall, the pressure from his inherent ferocity and madness is immense.

Left with no other choice, Li Xia returned to the city wall and first observed the situation on the black gorilla's side. There were many broken stones and bricks, and apostles with bows and arrows were crouching on the buildings on both sides.

The Orks' attack was extremely difficult, since they couldn't hold up their shields while climbing. Occasionally, a few lucky ones would manage to overcome the obstacles, only to be swarmed by the Apostles who were already waiting there and hacked to death.

Clearing the stones was even more difficult; as soon as you moved a stone, a hail of arrows would come, and if you weren't careful, you'd end up with the stone and yourself, becoming a new obstacle.

It seemed the black gorillas were safe for the time being, and the Orks didn't dare attack the gate, simply guarding it from a distance, ignoring the horns' urging. The entire Valley City fell silent for a moment.

However, the situation on the main battlefield was not optimistic. The number of Orks was simply too great. Azog committed a large number of troops to the front lines, and the Ork Legion managed to suppress the Dwarves and Elves at the foot of Lonely Mountain through sheer casualties.

And gradually an encirclement was formed. To achieve this, the Ork suffered at least tens of thousands of casualties, which was an astonishing casualty ratio on the battlefield of cold weapons.

The real night began to gradually cover the cloud-covered sky.

The Orks received reinforcements; enormous bats poured out of the caves, fluttering above and around the heads and ears of elves and humans, or clinging to the wounded and bleeding like vampires.

Suddenly, the bugle call from Lonely Mountain sounded once again, its deep and resonant sound echoing through the valley like a lament.

"Clang—!"

The enormous bell reverberated throughout the valley, and the huge golden bell hanging at the Gate of Lonely Mountain smashed through the gate of Lonely Mountain Castle.

The king of the mountain charged out first, followed closely by his twelve companions.

The previous ostentatious armor and crowns had all vanished without a trace, replaced by worn-out armor covered in marks.

Thorin Oakenshield, the King of the Mountain, donned the armor that had accompanied the dwarves in their battles. He raised his sword, his eyes blazing with fury.

In the darkness, the dwarves looked as dazzling as gold in the embers of a fire.

The dwarves in front of him parted to make way for him, and the king's charge seemed to have once again ignited the dwarves' courage.

Thorin shouted at the top of his lungs, "Fight!"

Behind him stood Dain, also wielding a warhammer: "Follow the King of the Mountain, dwarves, charge!"

His shouts echoed through the valley like a horn.

All the dwarves under Dain abandoned their order of precedence and followed behind him.

Elven spearmen from the other side also charged over.

At this moment, Thorin no longer possessed the royal seal, but he had become a true king.

[Final Stage of the Main Quest]

[Mission Name: Final Battle]

Mission Objective: Eliminate Azog, the leader of the Ork faction.

[Mission Rewards: Contribution points and contribution credits based on kill contribution, plus returnee eligibility]

[Mission Failure Penalty: 50% of battlefield contribution points deducted; those with less than 50% contribution points will be eliminated.]

The message from the Temple of Light made all the apostles jump. They were stunned for a moment, then suddenly raised their weapons and shouted even more fanatically than the dwarves:

"Thorin, you must kill Azog!"

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1. Monthly pass 2. Recommendation vote

(End of this chapter)