Wedge finally dropped the pretense of calm and grace. Her voice was hoarse as she screamed at the top of her lungs, commanding the entire battlefield to focus fire. She didn't care how many people it took or what the cost was—Orson had to die here.
A barrage of skills poured toward him like a tsunami. It was a terrifying flood of concentrated firepower. Orson knew clearly that no matter how much lifesteal he had, no matter how high his resistances were, under this kind of focused attack, he would be instantly obliterated.
His reaction was immediate and precise—he jumped straight off the Crimson Lizard King.
It looked suicidal, but Orson had calculated everything to the last detail. A player in his position would be crushed, but the Crimson Lizard King was a level 30 elite boss. It could take the heat. That barrage of damage, while overwhelming for a player, was something the beast could endure.
