Archer's Adventure Manual

Chapter 193 Legion's Desperate Situation

No one expected that the Creator had hidden such a swift and powerful attack, so fast that Lake didn't even have time to react.

"Woo~ Howl!" The gnoll squad led by the gnoll chieftain was closest and launched a devastating attack on the front-line soldiers.

"Clang, clang, clang!" The sound of shields clashing rang out continuously as the gnolls brandished their weapons that emitted black smoke.

Those weapons looked ordinary, but the black aura they emitted could cause terrible corrosive damage to shields.

The soldiers felt the suffocating black aura up close, and they could even see the resentment emanating from it.

That terrible resentment came from the depths of the soul; it was a fear that struck the very soul.

Even seasoned soldiers would feel an uncontrollable tremor when faced with such a situation.

"Back up!" Roth shouted, immediately leading his squad to the other side of the legion to stop the gnolls' offensive.

This was the gnolls' plan: first, they would dispatch the Roth squad, skilled in support, and then take this opportunity to launch a surprise attack on the other side, while simultaneously launching the fiercest offensive together with the Creator.

This is a moment that could determine the fate of the entire legion.

Loran also realized the seriousness of the situation. He understood that if he didn't unleash his full power now, he might have no chance.

The.

After the blood and flesh sacrifice just now, Loran's Blood Demon Eye level has reached level four!

The leap from level two to level four is undoubtedly a major qualitative change. Although it's unclear to what extent it will reach, Loran has to give it a try.

Crimson eyes covered Loran's...eyes!

Previously, the Blood Demon Eye only covered one of Loran's eyes, but after being upgraded to level four, both of Loran's eyes became Blood Demon Eyes.

At the same time, it brought unprecedented power. Loran felt that his mental energy was now incredibly abundant, and his reaction and agility had reached unprecedented heights.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Having no physical arrows left, Loran continuously unleashed magical arrows, as the consumption of magic on Loran's mental energy was now negligible.

Activating the magic arrows didn't put any pressure on Loran at all. He continued to activate the magic arrows, and the number of magic arrows reached a terrifying number in an instant.

From an observer's perspective, it was a rain of magical arrows—a storm of magical arrows.

The wounded in the middle were all shocked upon witnessing this scene; none of them had expected that this seemingly powerful individual...

It's astonishing that an adventurer of such low skill level could unleash magic of this caliber.

The rain of arrows fell evenly over the center of the monster horde, and screams filled the air.

While maintaining a sufficient quantity, the arrow rain was also incredibly powerful. Each arrow possessed immense strength, capable of piercing through the armor of monsters with slightly weaker scales!

Swoosh! Blood splattered among the monsters.

The dire wolves rushing to the battlefield naturally received the same treatment. No matter how fast they were, they couldn't escape Loran's rain of arrows. The monsters that came didn't use magic arrows on the gnoll squad at close range because magic arrows would indiscriminately harm friendly forces, which wasn't worth it.

The Eye of Flesh smiled contentedly in Loran's mind, "That's right, exactly it. Kill these guys, sacrifice their flesh and blood, and you'll only grow stronger!"

Loran paid no heed to the Eye of Flesh's words; he focused even more intently on shooting, his magical arrows like scythes, slaying one enemy after another.

With the combined effects of skills like penetrating, rapid-fire, and precision shooting, Loran's arrows became significantly more powerful, relieving much of the pressure on the soldiers on the battlefield.

Lake, who had been using a strategy that conserved his energy, could no longer sit still. He leaped into the air, his target the gnoll leader.

Little did the gnoll chieftain know that he had alarmed the great god Lake, so he immediately put down on all fours and ran away in the distance.

That speed was simply astonishing.

Lake was also stunned. While keeping an eye on the gnoll leader who might return at any moment, he also began to deal with this group of gnolls.

Lake's longsword was covered in a powerful sword light, several times brighter than the other soldiers' swords, and its power was extremely exaggerated.

The large amount of black energy clinging to the gnoll's weapon dissipated instantly upon encountering the radiance of Lake's longsword, just as a mouse encounters a cat.

The elite gnolls were no match for Lake's dazzling swordplay, and in no time at all, Lake had taken down three gnolls.

Just then, a gnarled and ancient tree branch burst forth and coiled around Lake, while two dire wolves attacked from both sides.

Lake snorted coldly and slammed his longsword into the ground. An invisible pressure was instantly released, blasting away all the monsters that were about to approach him.

His gaze turned cold as he looked in the direction from which the branch had flown. It was... a tree spirit, that's right, it was a strange tree that could move.

Lake had naturally seen many strange plants, and tree spirits like these were not uncommon, but he never expected that they would choose to help the Creator.

"Damn it, did this guy attract all the monsters here?" Lake cursed.

He kept assessing the situation; the soldiers were beginning to suffer heavy casualties, and the situation was dire.

Just then, a figure rushed towards them from afar. The figure resembled a wolf... and also had the characteristics of a monster!

A strange thing happened: the monster began to attack the surrounding monsters indiscriminately, and its fighting power was exceptionally fierce, forcefully breaking up a group of monsters that were rushing to the battlefield.

Its sharp teeth pierced through the monster's flesh, tearing off large chunks of flesh each time, making it extremely fierce and brutal.

Some of the mages in the central area were astonished by what they saw, asking, "What kind of monster is that? Why is it attacking other monsters?"

Only Barton, who was fighting the monster in an inconspicuous place, widened his eyes after seeing that strange scene; of course, he recognized the monster.

Isn't that Brian, the big white dog that follows Loran?!

But Brian's current state is clearly very different from the docile and adorable Brian we knew; Brian now resembles...

It's a monster that came out of hell.

His brutal and bloodthirsty appearance was terrifying; he looked extremely fierce and frightening.

Loran saw what was happening on Brian's side and grinned. He hadn't let Brian accompany him to the war when he was at the inn and tavern; instead, he had let Brian act alone.

The purpose of acting alone was simple: not only did Loran possess the blessing of the Blood Demon Eye, but Brian also had...

This power of the Blood Curse can be used to greatly enhance one's strength.

What Loran had Brian do was to "hunt" around Rockfall, which meant sacrificing the corpses of the monsters that had been overlooked.

All Loran could do was sacrifice the corpses he could reach, and Brian, who looked extremely similar to the monster, was sent to roam the battlefield to find flesh and blood for sacrifice.

The battlefield was littered with dead creatures, which allowed Brian's strength to increase rapidly, eventually reaching a point where he would tear apart any monster he encountered.

Ordinary monsters were no different from a large piece of rations in Brian's eyes, while elite monsters were like... rather troublesome rations for him.

Most importantly, Brian was positioned at the rear of the battlefield, allowing him to maximize his advantage while the monsters were all charging forward.

The Creator, of course, also noticed this strange scene, and he couldn't help but frown, "What's wrong with that dog?"

He was asking the goblin shaman, who was covered in wounds and had retreated to the rear.

The goblin shaman, relying on his only eye, looked towards the battlefield and saw Brian wreaking havoc.

He frowned and offered his advice, "That monster seems to be helping the legion. It's positioned at the rear of the monster group, which is a very advantageous position for a sneak attack. If we don't take it out, the monsters will likely suffer many casualties."

"We can gather a group of monsters to deal with this guy together, preferably one that's fast. Now is the crucial moment for a collective attack."

The Creator nodded. "You do have some brains, but you're just too careless. Do you want that archer's eye? I can give it to you."

The Creator pointed to Loran, who was firing continuously in the center of the battlefield.

The goblin shaman was filled with rage the moment he saw Loran. He had already guessed that this was the guy who had shot him in the eye, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "I couldn't be happier."

Soon, a pack of gray wolves charged toward Brian. They had deep gray fur, were large, muscular, and had sharp claws and teeth; they were one of the more powerful wolf clans in the forest.

They quickly confronted Brian, who was causing chaos among the monsters, and stopped his destructive behavior.

Brian showed no mercy to these guys who came specifically to deal with him, and opened his blood-red maw to start tearing at them.

At the same time, the wings behind Brian fluttered, and its powerful mobility came in handy at this moment. Whether to run or fight, it was all up to it.

The wolves had never encountered such an opponent before, and they launched a full-scale attack, creating chaos.

Lake led his soldiers to eliminate most of the gnoll threat, but various monsters followed one after another, and Lake's longsword never stopped wielding.

His gaze kept drifting towards the castle, where he could vaguely see the Creator standing high above, and he felt a deep sense of resentment.

He could see the deteriorating situation on the battlefield; even with his formidable fighting prowess, he couldn't defeat such a massive number of monsters...

Time passed second by second. Although Brian was not injured in the battle with the wolves, he lost his fighting ability and was beaten into a daze. Finally, he flapped his wings and quickly left.

Loran was not surprised. Brian's physique seemed to be very special. Most of the time, it looked very tough and thick-skinned, but at the critical moment, Brian would always lose its fighting ability due to fainting.

Even if you don't understand the underlying principles, you can still learn through many experiences.

Loran continued firing magical arrows, but even with the Blood Demon Eye at level four, his mental strength was...

I'm already finding it hard to keep up.

He shot and killed many monsters, but as soon as he killed one batch, another batch would follow, and the sheer number was simply overwhelming.

To let these monsters run rampant in any village would be devastating. Now that all these monsters have turned their attacks on them, the pressure is beyond words.

"Thud!" A dire wolf seized the opportunity and, while attacking a soldier, found the right moment to pierce the soldier's chest with its claws.

Despite the excruciating pain, the soldier slashed the dire wolf with his sword, killing it, but the damage was already done.

Upon seeing this, his teammates rushed forward to help. He shakily took out a red medicine bottle, which was only a third full, from his backpack and quickly handed it to the wounded soldier.

"Use it quickly." He said as he used his longsword to meet the oncoming monsters.

However, the soldier who received the medicine did not apply the remaining liquid to the wound, but instead put it back into his teammate's backpack.

"My injuries are severe, and this medicine is not enough to save me; it would only be a waste. You should keep it..." the soldiers said slowly, word by word.

He severed the dead wolf's arm, leaving the claws on his chest to at least alleviate some of the bleeding.

He staggered to his feet and picked up the longsword engraved with his name once more. He vaguely remembered that it was a sunny afternoon when he was selected for Plassen's vanguard legion.

That name was bestowed upon him personally by the Grand Master of the Plassen Knights, making him the envy of everyone.

But who can truly understand the heartache and bitterness behind this?

The soldier was very glad that he could drink his fill of ale before the battle, because he might not need to drink anymore, since there was nothing left to be sad or happy about.

The teammate felt the weight of the backpack change. After killing a dire wolf, he noticed that the soldier who had been sitting on the ground had stood up. He staggered towards the monster.

His condition was already very poor, and he had great difficulty even releasing the most basic combat techniques, but he still wielded his longsword instinctively.

In the end, he failed to kill the last monster and was trampled to the ground by the ogre, unable to move any further.

His teammate was furious at the sight. He was radiating holy light as he charged toward the ogre!

Such scenes occur constantly on the battlefield; the well-trained legions are ultimately no match for the overwhelming numbers of monsters.

As Roth watched the lives slip away on the battlefield, his heart ached; they were all brothers and friends who had risked their lives for him.

Roth wanted to change something, but found himself in a precarious situation.

The ancient tree spirit unleashed forbidden magic, and all that remained in Roth's eyes was that even more tangled and grotesque cluster of tree roots...