Chapter 533 533 A Pity

Name:Bored Gamer in Other Worlds Author:
Chapter 533 Chapter 533 A Pity

The summoned shadow which attacked the Orc Warlord disintegrated into nothing. Our bored gamer tried again and...

"PUCHI!"

"PUCHI!"

"PUCHI!"

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The same thing happened to more than 10 of his shadows. After one breath of inaction, the Orc Warlord attacked once again and his speed became even more enhanced at this time.

It appeared like this Orc Leader could become infinitely fast and strong with the passage of time alone.

'Hmmm... This is much harder than I thought.' Clark mused as he was busy transferring amidst the position of his shadow clones.

Just like Finley Price, he only had one true body and if anyone figured out where that was, our good gamer was going to be dead meat in the hands of this Orc Warlord.

'I need another plan.' Our avid gamer concluded and began ignoring his biggest and strongest enemy completely.

This Orc Warlord possessed a level 10 Unique Item and so it would be pretty hard indeed to break through this kind of weapon.

Not even one of his shadow summons could get 5 meters closer to this ugly orc without losing every significant part of their bodies.

"BANG!"

"BANG!"

"BANG!"

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Clark visited death unto the orc army and he used 80 of his shadows to help him in this quest.

The remaining 10 remained hidden so as to defend against any unforeseen events in this battlefield.

In several minutes alone, he broke the one hundred million download points mark. Thus, the end was truly near for this Orc Warlord.

"BOOM!"

"BOOM!"

"BOOM!"

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In the east, a mammoth awakens.

"There will be turmoil in the coming days." The giant behemoth in the form of an Ancient Dragon murmured in a deep voice.

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In the west, a group of humans in tall metal armors saw this epic omen and they recorded everything from start to finish.

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In the north, a whole race of fairies celebrated this marvelous sign in the horizon.

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Deep underground, a people of short strong men and women remained oblivious to what was happening above them.

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The south which catered to the civilization of mages has all seen this miraculous event much closer than their other counterparts.

Nevertheless, they all stood with an unbelieving gaze unto this magical phenomenon. This was especially true for the mages inside the city of Ivory.

"How can this be?" High Magus Olodel said in a face full of shock. He had of course seen how the battle between our bored gamer and that Orc Warlord had begun.

He gave our avid gamer at least 30 seconds max before he would ultimately succumb to the fast blade of that ugly orc.

Alas, Magus Olodel never expected for such a wanton comeback to occur. But that did not mean at all that was so dumb to not capitalize in this situation.

"Mages of Ivory, attack now!" High Magus Olodel gave a commanding battle cry and within a breath, he had already transported into the thick of the problem.

Several seconds later and about 40 high magus joined him overhead. Every single one of them glowed in different lights which denoted their own mastery in the fields of magic.

"Pillar of Fl..." The first high magus tried to cast a spell but alas, he was met with hard scolding.

"BANG!" This male mage dropped like a broken kite and kissed the ground in the aftermath. This punishment did not stop there since there was more to where this came from.

"BANG!"

"BANG!"

"BANG!"

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Before long, all of the 40 high magus were taught where their place was in the grand scheme of things. Down below and nothing more.

"I will get to you shortly." Clark looked at the mages in distaste and sized up the Orc Warlord that continued to hunt his shadow clones.

"A pity."