Full health is the kill threshold, no matter if you're a god or a demon!

This is actually nothing. Long Yuan, Long Xiang, Ye Jielina, and even the top warriors under Wang Mian are already stronger than the so-called "elites" of Bob's faction. It's just that most players don't know it.

Not to mention Liu Nian and the martial warriors after their job change, there are quite a few players like Wang Mu, Yun Xiangrong, Jiang Yi, and those who exchanged legendary equipment at the Anvil Outpost and were over level 60 who could defeat Bob.

In other words, Bob isn't really a big shot anymore.

So his death itself wasn't a big deal; the problem was the blow to morale and the fact that his powerful weapon had fallen into the hands of the pigmen.

This news did not disrupt Liu Nian's plans; he continued to do what he was supposed to do.

At this moment, the "Blood Feud Wanted" issued by Ironjaw Fortress was like a boulder thrown into a boiling pot of oil, stirring up huge waves in the vast pigman-controlled territory.

Legendary rings! Infused with the power of our ancestors!

Such an astonishing bounty is enough to drive any pigman warrior mad.

In an instant, countless pigman players, especially those stuck at level 40 or 50 who were eager to break through and acquire rare equipment, began to roam and search the border areas, known resource points, and dungeon entrances like hyenas that had smelled blood, hoping to stumble upon the mobile treasure trove called "Liu Nian".

However, what arrived first was not the good news of a successful hunt, but a series of increasingly urgent and terrified pleas for help and bad news in the clan channel.

"The entire patrol team on the east side of Broken Tooth Rift has been wiped out! Twenty-three brothers, levels 45-55, encountered Liu Nian, and the battle lasted less than a minute!!"

"Blackrock Watchtower has been attacked! Thirty brothers stationed there and two Bonebreaker Centurions have been killed! The watchtower's storage of forging materials has been completely looted! The enemy has been identified as Liu Nian; he even deliberately drew a mocking smiley face on the wall with our blood before leaving!"

"A supply convoy heading to the 'Cracked Hoof Arena' has been ambushed! The entire forty-man escort has been wiped out, the vehicles destroyed, and all supplies stolen!"

"A secret mining site of the Bloodfang Clan in the 'Burial Wasteland' has been destroyed! All fifty miners stationed there were killed, and the 'Blood Marrow Ore' that had been initially mined was completely looted! A note was left at the scene: 'Thank you for the hospitality.' — Liu Nian"

Bad news flew like snowflakes to the war council of Ironjaw Fortress.

The pigman players went from being fervent hunters to being terrified of Liu.

Teams at levels 40 or 50 no longer dared to split up. At first, they moved in groups of a dozen or so, then it became thirty or so, then more than a hundred, and finally it increased to two hundred...

But it was completely useless!

No matter how many come, the other party can handle them all!

Now they no longer think about how to hunt down Liu Nian, but are constantly on edge, afraid that the Grim Reaper might suddenly jump out of the shadows and punch them at any moment!

What makes the pig-man leaders even more furious is that he only picks on the weak. When he encounters a large force or a team led by a high-level warrior, he turns around and leaves without ever getting involved.

Once he has his eye on a small or medium-sized team or a weakly defended location, he will swiftly destroy it with lightning speed, loot it all, and then flee far away.

In just one day, the pigmen suffered heavy losses, with at least 500 pigmen killed and all their loot looted.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!" Bloodfang Butcher roared in fury. "Hundreds of people guarding a mining site, and you still managed to get it taken down? Are your weapons just firewood sticks?!"

"He doesn't even engage us in direct combat!" a warlord in charge of border defense complained. "He attacked too quickly; before our main force could even surround him, he escaped! And our smaller groups can't defeat him... How are we supposed to capture him?"

"And his level... has already reached level 50." The High Priest added with a grim face, "The elite hunting squads we sent out, led by overlords of level 75 or above, managed to drive him away several times, but they couldn't capture him even once. It was a complete waste of time. Many warriors below are already complaining and unwilling to participate in this kind of 'ineffective hunt'."

King Grom the Pig had a somber expression, and he tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of his stone throne, producing a dull sound.

"We can't let him continue to be so arrogant," Grom finally spoke, his voice icy. "His sabotage of our resource points and supply lines has begun to affect our supplies. More importantly, his indiscriminate slaughter of our core forces will undermine morale if this continues."

The number of pig-people is not as large as the number of humans.

The numbers and combat strength of the various factions are completely opposite.

如果说战力的差距是：1级的魔熊≈3级猪人和鹰裔≈5级的蓝星人类≈7级的鼠人≈9级的地精。

In terms of numbers, among the six races, there are approximately 10 goblin players, 5 ratmen, 2 humans, 8000 pigmen and eagle-born, and less than 2000 demon bears.

In other words, if Liu Nian kills 500 pig people a day, that's 5000 in ten days!

When the upgrade war arrives, probably 90% of the pig people will have to start leveling up from scratch. What's the point of playing then?

Therefore, Liu Nian must be eliminated!

Grom looked at the silent Bloodsworn: "Am, how are your 'hunting party' preparations going?"

Am, a level 95 assassin and the only Bloodsworn to have received the power of the ancestors, slowly raised his head upon hearing this, his small eyes gleaming with a cunning and bloodthirsty light:

"The team is assembled. All thirty members are level 75 or higher hunters or related advanced classes, proficient in tracking, stealth, trap setting, long-range sniping, and large-scale warfare skills. We are equipped with specially made 'Spatial Imprisonment Arrows,' specifically designed for high-health, highly mobile targets, ensuring he cannot use any teleportation or spatial abilities, leaving him with no escape!"

This was a special force composed entirely of high-level hunters specially formed by the Pigmen leadership to deal with skilled players from other races (especially Eagle-born players). Unexpectedly, the first one they dealt with was the humans, whom they had always looked down upon!

"Very good." Grom's eyes flashed coldly. "Amu, you will personally command this force. I grant you temporary supreme authority, allowing you to mobilize a certain number of mid- to low-level warriors from various clans as bait and support. I don't care about the process, only the result—bring back Liu Nian's head, and everything he took!"

"Yes, Great Chieftain." Amu stroked a blood-red short spear hanging at his waist, a cruel smile curving his lips.

"I heard you have a high health pool. Can you withstand the tens of millions of true damage from this attack?"

Hunting powerful prey is his greatest pleasure. This human named Liu Nian has successfully piqued his interest.

Once a Blood Oath taker has decided on a goal, they will fight to the death.

The hunting party left Ironjaw Fortress like ghosts, disappearing into the vast wilderness.