Archer's Adventure Manual

Chapter 191 Clash (2)

The shaman's magic was greatly disrupted the moment he was injured, and the soldiers seized the opportunity to defeat the enormous goblin giant.

The goblin giant collapsed, crushing a large number of monsters, and the situation seemed to be developing in a direction favorable to the legion.

The goblin shaman covered his ears and hid. In the chaos of the battlefield, he had no idea where the kid who shot the arrow was, and even if he found him, he probably wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

Being clever, he was naturally afraid of dying, so he chose to temporarily withdraw from the battlefield.

Loran saw the goblin shaman disappear and thought to himself that it was a pity. He hadn't expected this guy to be so hard to kill, as he hadn't been able to kill him twice.

Fortunately, the effect was quite good, and repelling them also relieved the pressure on the front lines of the legion.

There were many monsters, but each one was weaker than the soldiers of the legion. It was under this disparity that the legion began to slowly advance.

As the legion drew ever closer to the manor castle, the Creator gradually began to feel a sense of crisis.

"The power of the legion is so great..." the Creator murmured to himself.

He gathered the leaders of many monsters in the area, intending to wreak havoc in the region, but he never expected to struggle so much against even a legion of Plassen.

"Woohoo~!" Just then, a series of sharp and piercing cries came from afar. It was an extremely shrill sound—the howl of a hyena.

The soldiers on the battlefield all looked into the distance and saw a group of tall, agile creatures rapidly approaching.

The moment they saw these creatures, the breaths of every soldier on the battlefield quickened; they had only ever seen creatures like these in legends and stories.

Those were terrifying beings, gnolls!

Legend has it that such terrifying creatures only appear on the eve of a great disaster, and they are symbols of calamity.

The Creator squinted at the gnolls in the distance. He had read many books about the world and had naturally heard of these creatures, so cooperation was not impossible.

So he sent the leader of a murloc tribe to the rear of the gnolls to negotiate with them.

When Loran saw the gnolls, he recalled his encounter with them in the area around Plassen that day. Could it be that these gnolls had also fallen under the control of the Creator?

Whatever these guys' purpose is, they are now the Legion's enemies and need to be completely eliminated.

Loran drew his bow and nocked an arrow. These guys were far more destructive and defensive than ordinary monsters. He was determined to do everything he could to assist the legion's soldiers.

Patton, who was helping the legion clear out the grunts on the battlefield, also witnessed this scene. He recognized those monsters, of course, but he felt no fear.

He knew that if he lost this battle, he would be unable to save his parents, and he had an absolute reason not to lose.

Barton picked up his sword, the blade becoming as tough as steel, and slashed at the monsters in front of him, killing them one by one.

Although his combat skills were out of step with the holy light emanating from the surrounding soldiers, they all shared the same goal: to win the battle.

"Whoosh!" Loran's magic arrow shot out, its target aimed directly at the gnoll horde attacking the battlefield from afar.

These creatures are agile, and hitting them is not an easy task. Sure enough, the gnoll easily dodged the arrow that was shot from a great distance.

Loran's lips curled up; he had long anticipated that this would happen.

The next moment, the arrow that had landed in the center of the gnoll ranks suddenly emitted a bright light and flashed with arcs of electricity.

"boom!"

The magic arrow exploded with a deafening roar, sending countless arcs of electricity outwards, which struck one gnoll after another, creating a chain reaction of electric currents.

The gnolls were stunned into place by the electric shocks, sustaining some damage and incidentally making their fur even more...

It exploded a bit.

However, such attacks can only buy time; they are far from sufficient to kill the gnolls.

When Lake saw the gnolls rushing towards him, he realized the seriousness of the situation; those guys looked incredibly powerful.

Therefore, they need to clear out the surrounding ordinary monsters as much as possible and mobilize most of their forces to meet the gnolls!

"Mage, prepare!" Lake shouted.

The legion mages, surrounded by soldiers, began to cast spells, and intense light flashed from the night sky, with specks of light falling like rain.

The holy raindrops immediately produced a strong burning reaction upon contact with the evil monsters, and the monsters drenched in the holy rain let out a series of miserable howls.

On the other hand, the soldiers were healed and invigorated by the holy light rain. This holy light rain can weaken the enemy while increasing the strength of one's own forces, making it very useful in battles of this scale.

The soldiers, blessed by the Holy Light, seized the opportunity to slay the howling monsters one by one, instantly reducing the pressure on the battlefield.

Loran stood at the rear of the group, occasionally shooting arrows at the monsters. The arrows were readily available and could be picked up from the monsters for reuse.

At the same time, it can also activate the flesh and blood sacrifice skill, quietly increasing its own performance.

Using magic arrows consumes energy, which Loran needs to use to deal with troublesome enemies, such as that elusive creator.

The rain of holy light drifted towards Loran, who saw that the raindrops had healing and blessing effects on the soldiers, so he wanted to try and get some of that buff too.

Unexpectedly, the moment he came into contact with a drop of holy light, a searing burning sensation struck him, and Loran's shoulder was burned in a small spot.

Loran quickly moved away from the rain of holy light. He frowned, looking at the scorched monsters and then at the blessed soldiers.

A question lingered in my mind: "Could it be... that I'm a monster?"

But after thinking about it, I felt relieved. With the blessing of that evil god of flesh and blood on Loran, it didn't seem unreasonable to call him a monster.

Loran didn't pay much attention to this little incident; he began to focus on the battle to come.

The gnolls were fast and soon reached the flank of the legion. Lake had already directed the soldiers to raise sturdy shields on the side, forming an impregnable defensive line.

"Whoosh!" The piercing cry echoed in the ears of every soldier. The gnolls attacked swiftly and were skilled in using weapons.

They brandished their spears, relentlessly piercing the soldiers' shields.

In this situation, it becomes somewhat difficult to use a shield to block and a spear to counterattack, because the opponent also has a sufficiently long attack range.

The legion's archers moved out, aiming carefully and using their combat skills to unleash arrows at the attacking gnolls.

This is the optimal solution. If the legion were to engage the jackals head-on, their massive size and sheer number would inflict incalculable casualties.

Arrows rained down from the sky, striking the heads of the gnolls in graceful arcs.

"Clang, clang, clang." However, many arrows struck the armor worn by the jackals. Even though some arrows were powerful enough to penetrate, the damage they inflicted was not enough to kill them.

"Damn it, who made this equipment for?!" a soldier archer complained. The gnolls in front of them were really giving them a hard time; arrows were most afraid of heavily armored guys.

Lake noticed something was wrong and immediately began directing the mages to provide another wave of magical support.

This time, the mages used a relatively simple and brutal fireball spell. A huge, scorching fireball crashed into the jackal pack, and the intense heat instantly swept over the surrounding area.

A holy light shield enveloped the soldiers, keeping out the lingering heat.

The jackals let out piercing howls. Their armor could not protect them from the intense heat, and they were burned and howled in agony.

At that moment, Roth chose to take the initiative, leading a small team to charge out.

"Clang clang clang!" Roth unleashed a dazzling sword flourish, and the seemingly impenetrable iron plate armor appeared utterly vulnerable before this magnificent display.

In an instant, the gnoll's plate armor was sliced ​​into thin strips, and the sword pierced the gnoll, killing him instantly.

The soldiers in the squad that accompanied Roth were no pushovers either.

A soldier wielding a giant hammer bulged his massive muscles and slammed it hard into the ground!

"Boom~ Boom~ Boom~" The rubble on the ground flew up and rushed forward at an extremely exaggerated angle, causing indiscriminate damage to the gnolls in front of them at the same time.

The flying pebbles, amplified by the powerful force, transformed into a potent killing intent, with one pebble striking a gnoll in the throat.

"Ho ho..." The gnoll made a painful hoarse sound from his throat. Blood filled his throat, and a feeling of suffocation surged into his heart. He clutched his neck tightly and finally collapsed to the ground helplessly.

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!" Throwing knives flew from the soldiers' hands. These small, specially polished knives were extremely powerful, piercing through the hard plate armor one after another.

If one blow isn't enough to kill, then throw two more knives!

This is how the soldiers deal with the gnolls who are affected by the high temperature but are not seriously hurt. However, for those unlucky gnolls who happen to be close to the fireball, the fate can be quite tragic.

They were instantly charred into charcoal by the scorching heat, completely consumed by the intense heat.

When the soldiers in the front ranks saw Roth leading the way to kill the gnolls, they followed suit. With the mages casting their blessings, they switched from defense to offense!

On the other side of the main battlefield, the Creator sent out another group of monsters, this time a group of fish-men with webbed feet.

They carried tridents and some shellfish on their bodies. Their movements weren't slow, but they were somewhat lacking compared to other monsters. After all, I wasn't in the water, and the fish-men's fighting power seemed rather weak. But the Creator didn't care about that; he treated them all as pawns in the war.

The door to the Creator's room opened, and an ugly, spotted fishman walked in. "Lord, I have invited for you the darling of our river, the River Princess."

Then, the Creator saw a female fishman standing next to the spotted fishman, who was also unsightly, and she was wearing a crown that only a queen was entitled to wear.

"River Princess?" The Creator had read in books that there were magical and beautiful mermaid princesses hidden in the ancient and mysterious deep sea. They could sing very unique songs and create very unique effects.

The Creator countered, "But I've only ever heard of the mermaid princess of the ocean. How are you, the river princess, any different from the legendary ones?"

"Lord, let her demonstrate, and you'll see... "

The Creator nodded. "If we are able to capture those advanced fish-men in the deep sea in the future, I will transfer their bodies to your bodies. They are also fish-men, but they have special organs that allow them to embrace the seawater. This is not fair to you."

"Once I win this battle, you will be able to move from the barren freshwater to the rich ocean."

"Thank you for your kindness."

Soon, the "River Princess" arrived on the battlefield from the castle. She stood behind the fishmen and sang a deep, melancholic tune.

"Waaaaah~ Waaaah~~"

It was unclear which part of her body she used to produce the extremely magnetic voice, but after hearing that faint yet distinct song, the fishmen on the battlefield also changed their demeanor.

The fishmen, who had been somewhat demoralized, seemed to be injected with adrenaline after hearing the song.

They began to become more agile, and at the same time, strange ripples of water emanated from their bodies.

The water ripples spread among the fish-men after they came into contact with them, and when they came into contact with the soldiers' equipment, they caused the equipment to exhibit strange phenomena.

The soldiers' shields seemed to have lost some of their defensive capabilities.

"Bang!" A merman unleashed a fierce stab, cracking several holes in a soldier's sturdy shield.

The merman's weapons were not sharp, and his shields were custom-made by the nobles of Plassen, which was extremely unbelievable.

"Watch out for the water ripples emanating from those murlocs; they can affect the material of shields and armor!"

A soldier shouted.

Lake quickly noticed the unusual nature of the water ripples, which seemed to have a striking resemblance to the holy light rain.

That is, when water waves come into contact with fishmen, they have a positive effect on the fishmen, but a negative effect on the soldiers' weapons and equipment.

The best solution to this problem is... to eliminate the spellcaster.

However, the river princess was hiding at the rear of the battlefield, and she was surrounded by many fishmen who were guarding her closely, so it was quite difficult to directly harm her.

But there was a way. Lake wanted to continue having the mages chant spells. The spells were very effective and could trouble the singing mermaid as long as they were cast.

However, this comes at a price. If the mages are frequently forced to cast spells, their mental energy will eventually be depleted, putting Lake at a disadvantage in this battle.