Chapter 33 Let's Do It! (Vote for Recommendation!)

33. Get It!

"Holy crap! It's a world BOSS!"

"What's with Demacia's luck? Isn't he usually unlucky?"

"The rewards are amazing, the exclusive title of 'Goblin Slayer!' Plus 3 perfect revival chances, loads of experience points, and contribution!"

"I just need a few hundred experience to reach level 11."

"Same here! Me too!"

The players instantly became as energized as if they were on a caffeine high, each one acting like a wolf with bright eyes.

In online games, world BOSS tasks, where the whole server takes on an elite monster mission, were always immensely profitable and cost-effective.

"Huh? Why is Demacia running farther away with the BOSS?"

At this moment, someone noticed that the red dot on the mini-map had a strange movement pattern.

"No way, could he be lost and running in a panic?"

"Maybe he's trying to protect the Teleportation Array…"

Suddenly, as if realizing something, someone's expression slightly changed:

"This isn't good, he's definitely going to be overwhelmed by himself. If he dies and the BOSS disengages, the mission might just fail."

"Oh crap, that's totally possible!"

"Makes sense! We better get over there quick!"

"Let's go, let's go! Take on the world BOSS!"

The players quickly analyzed the situation and decided to set off immediately for fear that the BOSS might run away.

"Let's go! Take down the world BOSS!"

"Everyone, switch to wooden swords and staffs! The mission hint suggests a damage bonus!"

"Hold on, notify everyone at the camp. Tell them to accept all the tasks asap, come and deal some damage to catch some world BOSS experience, this is the first world BOSS!"

In an instant, the entire player army operated like a giant machine. Nearly a hundred elves carried the collected scimitars and bows on their backs, switched to their starting weapons, and headed towards the direction of the red dot on the mini-map in an imposing manner.

After countless battles, they gained some experience, and now that they were in action, they had an intimidating air about them.

Meanwhile, countless players from the camp who got word geared up excitedly and rushed over from the Teleportation Array. They all accepted the task, planning to deal some damage and get a slice of the pie, each one filled with excitement.

In no time, three hundred Chosen Ones moved out in full force!

Berserker, observing them secretly, was totally stunned by this suddenly frenzied group of Chosen Ones.

"Mother Goddess above, what's happened to them?"

"A goblin priest appeared, and it's a powerful goblin priest that has enslaved countless Elf Souls, I informed them about this."

Seeing the players acting like they're on a caffeine high, the heart of Eve eased slightly, so she explained in Berserker's mind.

A goblin priest that enslaves Elf Souls?

Hearing this, Berserker was furious.

Evil and degenerated goblins, this is the greatest insult to the Divine Crown!

He couldn't wait to rush over and slap that brazen guy to death!

However, thinking of the one behind the goblins, he could only suppress his urge.

No… He couldn't disrupt the Divine Crown's plan…

Wait a minute…

Wait…

Suddenly, Berserker's mind cleared up, he stood up from the woods, and looked in disbelief at the players charging in a certain direction, saying in shock:

"Mother Goddess… You… You mean, these Chosen Ones are going to kill the goblin priest?"

A goblin priest capable of enslaving Elf Souls, even without meeting the opponent, Berserker could guess that they were undoubtedly powerful.

At least for the Chosen Ones, this was definitely a challenge.

They were not believers of the Mother Goddess, but when the dignity of the Mother Goddess was challenged, these Chosen Ones hesitated not a second, took the initiative and charged forward courageously!

Listening to the distant slogans of the players, "Charge!" "For the Elves! For the Goddess!"…

At this moment, Berserker felt somewhat touched.

Mother Goddess above, these Chosen Ones, although cunning and greedy, could be so devoted, reliable, and brave to protect the Mother Goddess at times like this…

Mother Goddess, Your choice, is truly perceptive!

Thinking about his previous prejudices against the Chosen Ones, Berserker felt he might have to reevaluate them.

Not only that, when Berserker saw the reddened eyes of the players and their slightly twisted faces from excitement, his perception changed once more.

*It seemed as though they weren't heading into a grim battle, but a celebration!* They weren't true warriors, but they were definitely true heroes!

Recalling the various battles of the Chosen Ones earlier, at this moment, Berserker couldn't help but sigh:

"Mother Goddess above, Your wisdom and vision put me to shame…"

"The Chosen Ones' enthusiasm for battle is astounding, far surpassing that of ordinary elves… It's precisely this quality that the peace-loving Elf Clan has been missing on its road to rise…"

"Mother Goddess, You were right. I think they will surely lead the Elf Clan to rise again and stand proudly on the Segis Continent one day!"

…

Within the dense forest.

Demacia stared at the system prompt in his vision, completely stunned.

"Wo…World BOSS…"

He pinched his face and muttered, "Is this good luck or bad luck?"

Glancing at the undead getting closer behind him, Demacia felt terrible.

"Oh man, do they have to chase this closely…"

He took a deep breath and accelerated once more.

"Since it's a world BOSS, I'll keep running in circles. Brother Mu will definitely come over once he receives the system message. Until then, I can't die. If the BOSS disengages and returns, the mission might just fail."

Demacia changed his idea of luring mobs into a suicidal run.

And once the new target was set, he changed direction and started running in circles.

Gululu, surrounded by undead, rode on the shoulder of a towering skeleton, tightly following Demacia.

"Hehe… Trying to buy time, are you?"

Looking at the sweat-drenched elf, his eyes were filled with ridicule:

"Or rather, are you waiting for your companions?"

By now, Gululu was a hundred percent sure that there was definitely some hidden force behind this elf.

However, possessing undead magic, he was never afraid of being outnumbered.

His undead, despite lacking intelligence, were numerous, and felt no pain, knew nothing of death or fear, making them fearless tools for group fights!

Moreover, he didn't think his opponent was really strong, or they would have come straight at him already.

"This is an opportunity. I want to see who's playing tricks behind the scenes… Hehe, with elves involved, maybe I can catch some big fish this time."

He planned to use this chance to lure his opponent out…

With continuous running, Demacia's stamina dropped rapidly.

Even though he turned off the fatigue sensation, the physical fatigue debuff still made his actions increasingly ineffective.

Finally, it seemed like he couldn't run any further and gradually came to a stop.

"Can't run anymore?"

Gululu jumped down from the undead's shoulder, glaring coldly at Demacia.

He waved his hand, and over a dozen level 10 undead swarmed, surrounding Demacia.

Demacia turned his head, gasping for breath, wiping the sweat off his forehead, yet his expression held no tension or despair.

Gululu's eyes flashed with surprise:

"You're not scared?"

Demacia looked at the goblin priest dressed as a mage in front of him, suddenly grinned, displaying a row of white teeth:

"Scared of what?"

He spat, "My backup has arrived!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a chorus of excited shouts erupted around:

"It's the world BOSS! It's the world BOSS!"

"Kill it! Don't let it escape!"

"For the Elf Clan! For Her Highness Eve!"

"Down with the goblins!!"

"Get it!!!"