Archer's Adventure Manual

Chapter 192 Gnolls; The Fiercest Offensive

"Let us do it!" the legion's archer soldiers shouted, choosing to share the offensive burden with the mages.

They drew their bows and nocked their arrows, and the iron arrows flew into the sky, heading towards the River Princess.

Although arrows are not as direct as magic, continuous firing can still achieve considerable results. The merfolk do not have the hard armor of the gnolls; they only have the scales they are born with.

Such scales would obviously have some difficulty protecting against arrows fired by well-trained soldiers.

Several merman guards stood steadfastly by the River Princess's side, actively deflecting the incoming arrows.

However, there were too many arrows, and they paid a heavy price to stop them.

"Hold on!" (Monster's voice)

The mermen gritted their teeth and persevered, constantly intercepting the arrows, until... a magical arrow suddenly appeared, tracing a dazzling trajectory.

The pain from the multiple wounds left on his body from the recent defense swept over him, and the murloc gritted his teeth as the ripple shield in his hand became even weaker.

"Ding!" The magic arrow rang out crisply, easily piercing the shield and then penetrating the merman's scales.

And the body.

With the aid of magic and piercing skills, the arrow's power had reached a terrifying level. After piercing through the fishman, the arrow flew towards the River Princess.

"Pfft!" The magic arrow pierced the River Princess's throat, and an expression of disbelief appeared on her face.

However, the next moment, the river princess turned into a pool of water and completely merged into the soil, but her lingering song continued.

Loran frowned. Sure enough, the River Princess was a fake. Since she was a support class that buffed the battlefield, she should naturally stand in a safe position at the rear of the battlefield.

Standing so openly at the rear of the battlefield, giving soldiers ample range to attack, is tantamount to suicide.

Fortunately, this time they used arrows, which weren't too expensive. If Lake had had the mage corps use spells, it would have taken much more effort.

The Creator watched this scene with satisfaction from the distant castle, but the situation on the battlefield was still not optimistic, and he began to continue to mobilize the monster leaders.

"Where are your people? Aren't you supposed to have a very high reproductive rate? Why did you only send out an advance team?"

The Creator was speaking to a land rat king, who shrank its neck.

"My lord, it seems that many of our people died in the attack on the town, and they also suffered heavy casualties in the battle to intercept the adventurers. Even if we reproduce quickly, we cannot make up for such a large loss in a short period of time."

The Creator snorted coldly, "Fine, now gather your forces as much as possible. If you don't win this battle, you won't be able to live openly in the sunlight anymore."

"Yes, I will do my best."

The Creator then continued to converse with the other monster leaders, constantly gathering manpower.

The Creator has the ability to modify living beings, but this ability has a flaw: modification requires consumption.

If you were to give a creature a pair of wings, it would likely require the sacrifice of a small bird, or even more.

It combines the advantages of both, but the quantity becomes one.

At the same time, there also needs to be creatures that he can manipulate and bestow upon, which has led to the Creator being so short of manpower in terms of monsters after the Battle of Rockfall Town, making the current situation seem very difficult.

Unable to find the river princess singing, the group could only focus their attention on the fish-man before them.

Fortunately, these fishmen, empowered by their songs, were not as powerful as they had imagined. The soldiers found their weaknesses in repeated battles and eventually defeated them over time.

With the fishmen gone from the front lines, the River Princess's song became useless, utterly ineffective.

"Damn it...damn it, even with such power, I still can't do it?" The Creator muttered to himself, gazing at the distant battlefield.

Just then, the chieftain of the merfolk tribe returned, bringing with him a man—or more precisely, a gnoll.

That gnoll was a head taller than the average gnoll, with clearly defined muscle lines on his arms and abdomen, and countless scars on his face and chest.

"Hey, hello there. You look really different. The smell on you..." the gnoll said, twitching his nose as if he were smelling the scent of the Creator.

"To be honest, our sense of smell is probably the most sensitive on the continent. Do you know why? It's because our advantages are passed down from generation to generation."

"And now, my generation can distinguish the aura of almost all creatures on the continent, even those ancient ones from a very, very long time ago..."

The gnoll took two steps forward, a meaningful smile appearing on his face. "Sir, the scent on you seems to come from a very long time ago, yet it's somewhat different."

The Creator smiled slightly, "As expected of a witness to the history of disasters, you are indeed very capable. I wonder what brings you here this time?"

"Of course, it's because of the upheaval. The upheaval has brought us together. The jackals of the underworld all share the same goal. We've abandoned infighting and chosen to embrace new resources and acquire new prey!"

"You also have a turbulent aura about you, but... it's not strong. However, I don't mind helping you. I don't mind anything that can create chaos."

The Creator said calmly, "Don't you want to learn about my power? A power as majestic as a god's."

The gnoll scoffed, pointing to the several monster leaders sitting in the room. "We gnolls possess the finest physiques. Your clumsy fusion will only cause us to lose our original advantages."

"I will help you, but I won't ask for anything in return. If you can keep things in chaos, then we can still be friends."

The Creator countered, "But what if it were the power of a dragon?"

"Haha, if you really had a dragon, I might actually be tempted. Too bad you don't. Anyway, good luck." The gnoll chuckled and finally turned to leave.

The Creator was taken aback, somewhat surprised that the gnoll didn't buy into it, but he wasn't too bothered. At least the guy was willing to help him, and that was enough.

The battle had been going on for nearly an hour. Even though the legion had brought plenty of recovery and mental potions before setting out, they were starting to feel the strain after such a long period of fighting.

The number of monsters shows no signs of decreasing; as soon as one monster is dealt with, another group of monsters appears.

The soldiers couldn't understand why these monsters were dying one after another in such a continuous stream.

"Is the Creator really that attractive to those monsters?" Lake couldn't help but wonder.

This is only within the area of ​​a small town. If the scope were to expand and the creator were to summon more and more monsters, the extent and scale of the monsters would likely be several times larger than they are now!

He absolutely cannot allow such a guy to grow up here. In fact, this battle is not only about Rockfall, but also about the future of Plasson.

"Soldiers, hold on! The castle is not far away, just hold on a little longer!" Lake's voice echoed through the legion.

The soldiers gritted their teeth and shouted, "Yes, sir!"

Loran was also exhausted after such a long battle. He was drawing his bow and arrow while recovering his strength under the protection of his soldiers.

Loran could see that there were already many wounded around him, who were receiving treatment from the soldiers of the legion. The soldiers formed a protective circle to protect the wounded and the backline damage dealers.

If they encounter the enemy's magical attacks, the mages should use barriers to counter them. In short, the reason why the situation can still be maintained is that most of the soldiers still have strength, and they still have supplies to recover from their injuries and replenish their energy.

However, if the advance continues at a slow pace, then capturing the castle will become somewhat hopeless.

As if things weren't bad enough, the Legion had just dealt with an attack by a group of gnolls not long ago, and now, those detestable creatures have appeared once again.

"Whoosh!" The piercing sound came again, and a group of gnolls riding gray wolves charged towards them at high speed.

This group of gnolls seemed to be better equipped than the previous groups, and they were accompanied by agile gray wolves, which was not good news for the Legion.

Lake looked at Roth, who nodded slightly, indicating that he was still able to lead the team in battle.

"Please," Lake said solemnly.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!" The gnoll's weapon slashed and swung heavily against the shield, creating intense sparks.

Several of the soldiers' shields had already been destroyed, and the defensive line built by the shield-bearing soldiers was gradually shrinking. At this moment, facing the fierce attack of the gnolls, the shields were almost unable to withstand the pressure.

As before, Lake prepared to have the mage cast a spell, but upon hearing the chanting, the gnolls immediately used their gray wolves to quickly create distance and "Fire arrows!" Lake countered their move by deciding to disable their mounts first, since they were moving very fast.

A small number of arrows retrieved by the archers flew out together, barely managing to hit a few gray wolves with the help of their combat skills.

However, this gnoll-men was not small in number; merely shooting down a few gray wolves was indeed insufficient, as they still possessed considerable strength capable of launching an attack.

Lake had no choice; he needed to quickly eliminate the threat from the flanks because there were still a constant stream of monsters coming from the front. If he diverted too much attention, the entire front would collapse.

"Mages, unleash Holy Light!"

Soon, the mages cast their precious spells, and everyone saw a bright ball of light fly towards the gnoll's head before bursting open.

"Awooo!" The range of the Shining spell was so large that even a gnoll riding a gray wolf could not dodge the spell's attack.

The knights, blessed with holy light, were unaffected by the spell. Loth seized the opportunity to lead his squad out, his goal being to quickly eliminate the gnolls.

As Lake had predicted, Roth's team, having had experience fighting the gnolls before, had a very smooth encounter this time.

They quickly slaughtered most of the gnolls, leaving only a small group still fighting.

But Roth found it strange. These guys were clearly better equipped than the gnolls who attacked last time, but their ability to fight back was much weaker.

He even felt that this victory was easier than the last one... but that was absolutely illogical.

A bad feeling crept into his heart.

Standing on the ground, Luo felt a slight tremor in the seemingly flat ground, like an earthquake.

The mages sensed this unusual phenomenon; it was a powerful fluctuation!

The leading mage quickly instructed the other mages to begin chanting spells.

Soon, a six-pointed star-shaped magical array appeared beneath the feet of the legion members.

"Boom!" Dust flew everywhere.

On the other side of the legion, a giant groundhog burst out of the ground. The groundhog was so big that the soil it broke through when it emerged was enough to bury an ordinary person.

Lake looked to the side with a serious expression. If the mage hadn't cast a spell in time, the giant groundhog would have emerged from the very center of the legion.

With the mages' protective magic array, the large amount of dust flying around was nothing to the entire legion. They had faced giant goblins before, and defeating this giant groundhog was only a matter of time.

The thing Klek least wanted to face happened: the groundhog spat out a group of monsters from its mouth. These monsters were none other than gnolls.

The leader of the gnolls was several times taller than the others!

"Hahahaha! You pathetic humans, let me show you true terror!" the gnoll roared, brandishing his long club.

"Break!" The gnoll descended from the sky and slammed his club hard against the barrier formed by the mages!

The long staff emitted an unprecedented aura of deathly stillness, which erupted all at a single point at this moment.

"Boom!" The barrier of holy light that the mages had created shattered at that moment.

Fortunately, the giant gnoll did not take this opportunity to rush into the crowd, but instead jumped aside and waited for the right moment.

Seeing this, the Creator's lips curled into a slight smile. "Assemble! Monster leaders, it's time to show me your loyalty!"

The towering ogre emerged from the shadows and rushed toward the battlefield.

Three lone bear goblins have banded together because they have a common enemy, and they are heading towards the legion.

Enveloped in magic, the dire wolves waited for their chance to strike. With the aid of wind magic, they moved swiftly, approaching the battlefield like phantoms.

Giant spiders fell from the trees, one, two, three... As elegant predators of the forest, they were now about to hunt down humans.

More monsters are approaching; this is the strongest offensive planned by the Creator, determined to annihilate the legion in one fell swoop.

The Creator's eyes were filled with madness as he stared at everything with a vengeance. He now regretted letting Lake return to the Legion, but it didn't matter anymore.

"Everyone must submit to me! If I cannot have them, let them be destroyed!"