Just one strike, and a fifth of the two or three dozen players who had come to help were dead.
The formidable strength of the BOSS evidently caused a collective moment of shock among the ambitious players.
Dai Lian's calm voice provided them with guidance, "Move to the west!"
The main group was behind them to the northeast, and by heading west they could maximise the chance of the orcs not finding the main forces of Grey Iron City.
As for this BOSS... no need to think about it.
Escaping alive would already be a great fortune.
Is this one of the disasters of this world, an orc? It is said that they are not even among the most dangerous; there are also the Mech, the Bug Race, and the demons that cannot appear in large numbers frequently...
Thoughts flashed through his mind, and seizing the moment when his allies distracted the BOSS, Dai Lian took to his heels and ran.
As he ran, he directed, "Everyone scatter and run, we can't beat it."