"Someone help!"
"Hold the line, hold the line!"
Adventurers around the plaza who were buying medicine and supplies immediately surrounded the area. However, this Ancient Ice Worm was a BOSS-level existence, with a thickness of six to seven meters and a length of several dozen meters. Its health points were as high as tens of thousands.
Moreover, with its extremely high damage reduction ability, it simply couldn't be taken down quickly.
"Move aside—let me handle this!" A strapping young man wearing silver scale armor burst out from the crowd, wielding an Arcanite Battle Axe in his hand. It was Thrall.
Looking at the scattering civilians, looking at the continuously torn apart Adventurers.
Thrall gripped the battle axe in his hand and muttered to himself, "'With great power comes great responsibility,' old man, I won't forget your words."
He charged resolutely towards the Ancient Ice Worm...
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Is it finally over?
