Becoming a god starts with enhancing fire arrows.

By the time Rhodes and his two companions arrived, the battlefield was already in a state of utter carnage.

The ground was already covered with countless human and goblin corpses.

Rhodes frowned.

How many goblins are there in the goblin camp?

Judging from the scale alone, the number of people mobilized this time is at least several hundred.

Is it because Phil Town lacks two core combatants, and they can't hold back anymore?

"Look outside the gate," Ivy gestured with her chin.

Rhodes pulled out a Dark Vision scroll and used it.

As the scroll turned to ashes, Rhodes' vision suddenly became clear.

Through the crack in the iron gate, I saw a goblin holding a bone staff standing still, grinning maliciously as he stared at the battle inside.

Several ogres stood around it, guarding its safety.

"Be careful."

Avira casually gave an instruction and then picked up her greatsword. Lightning crackled on the broad blade, and the tip pointed at the two combatants.

She charged forward with a sudden burst of speed, crashing into the battlefield and sending several goblin warriors flying.

Rhodes glanced across the battlefield and pulled Paril up to the gate tower.

The gatehouse had been captured by our side, and besides many dead goblins, there were several human guards and adventurers on it.

Both are ranged professions.

This became the only high ground on this battlefield.

Paril frequently used healing spells, and green light flashed across the guards.

Occasionally, a tracer round is fired as a harassment.

Rhodes simply raised his staff and unleashed a barrage of flaming arrows.

This is the limitation of the battlefield.

I used to think that when I watched movies, the battlefield was always two groups of people fighting and killing each other in an orderly fashion, just throwing out a few area-of-effect attacks and killing everyone indiscriminately.

As a result, almost everyone was in chaos, resulting in one-on-one and one-to-many situations.

Your actions are making it difficult for my Explosive Flame Arrow to work.

Rhodes realized that in this situation, his role as a mage was far less important than Avira's.

Just as he was pondering this, an idea struck him, and he shot a flaming arrow toward the goblin mage outside the gate.

The ogre in charge of guarding the goblin mage raised his giant shield and stood in front of him.

The flaming arrows were deflected the moment they hit the shield.

Rhodes fired a barrage of fire arrows, this time detonating them before they even touched the shield.

The crimson fireball exploded directly in the air.

The burst of flames dissipated quickly, revealing two giant shields shimmering with blue light within the stream of flames.

The shield has high magic resistance.

Rhodes didn't continue trying, nor did he have any intention of using his swordsmanship to rush over and kill them all.

This kind of thing can only be attempted if Avira takes the lead.

The goblin mage noticed Rhodes on the gate tower, grinned maliciously, and stared at him.

Rhodes glanced back nonchalantly, muttering something that, judging from his lip movements, seemed to be a greeting to his family.

Rhodes didn't pay attention to why the goblin mage was standing still, and continued to focus on dealing with the battle below.

Avira was surrounded by a group of goblins in the center of the battlefield, but she was not afraid at all. Every time she swung her greatsword, goblins flew into the air.

Gradually, a large space opened up around her, and a group of goblins stood facing each other menacingly, no longer daring to step forward.

Avira raised her greatsword high, the runes on the blade glowing as if flowing with lightning.

The giant sword crashed down, lightning flashed, and dirt flew everywhere, tearing a rift in the lush green ocean.

Rhodes, on the other hand, had a more relaxed schedule, with almost no work to do except keep an eye on the goblin mages.

suddenly.

He felt a sudden tightness in his heart, and a sense of danger washed over him.

A gash appeared on the neck of a mage who was chanting nearby, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Beside him, a cloaked goblin slowly appeared, baring its sharp fangs menacingly.

Rhodes' pupils contracted as he shielded Paril: "Back off!"

Just as he was giving instructions to Paril, another archer in soft armor beside him suddenly collapsed, an identical dagger lodged in his eye socket.

Sword Song!

Rhodes drew his sword and chanted.

Immediately, a flash of light appeared on her body, and the Paril Enhancement Spell took effect.

The goblin assassin turned its attention to Rhodes. Its small body swayed, and the dagger that had just slit the mage's throat flashed again, but it only grazed the air.

It didn't even have time to be surprised before it was pierced through by a dagger like a kebab.

Rhodes swung his rapier, just about to make his move on the next one.

But it reacted quickly, leaping off the gatehouse and jumping back onto the battlefield.

Rhodes fired his flaming arrows rapidly, but they were all dodged.

A cunning beast.

The situation on the battlefield below has changed once again.

Several invisible goblin assassins, as if receiving some signal, began to reveal themselves and launch sneak attacks on the nearest humans.

They are clearly far stronger than the goblins on the battlefield.

The gray-white blades slashed through the air as if harvesting straw, each swing accompanied by the loss of a human life.

Just as a goblin assassin leaped high into the air, ready to claim another life, a magically charged metal arrow shot towards him.

It hurriedly dodged, and the magic contained in the arrow left a burning mark on its shoulder.

Rhodes followed the trajectory of the arrow and saw a man with mixed black and white hair, wearing no armor and sporting an elite adventurer badge on his chest, loosen his bowstring and shake his hand.

With a mocking expression, he pulled another arrow from his quiver and aimed it at another goblin assassin.

Race: Human

Age: 27

[Class: Warrior]

[Rating: Elite]

[Description: A warrior highly skilled in archery, with Magic Archer as a subclass]

Since his profession is elite, he should also be a council member of the Adventurers' Guild.

Rhodes then turned his gaze to the enormous creature beside him.

Next to the black and white fur was a polar bear, which looked to be the size of several people.

"roar!!"

The polar bear roared, then took two running steps and leaped high into the air, crashing down on two lone goblins.

The goblin made no sound other than a "plop".

Several goblins tried to slash at the polar bear with their weapons, but found that the bear's fur was as hard as iron and could not be harmed at all.

The polar bear's attack method is also very simple: it swings its sharp claws and knocks the goblins away one by one.

The goblin mage outside the door still had a smile on his face.

At this moment, it raised the white bone staff high with both hands, pressed down hard, and stuck the staff into the damp earth.

The moment the staff struck the ground, a huge gray-white magic circle lit up around the goblin mage.

The magic array patterns were intricate and emitted an eerie light.

The grayish-white light, like will-o'-the-wisps in the darkness, swept across the ground.

The humans who were stabbed by the goblin assassin with gray-white daggers suddenly convulsed in a bizarre way, and then their eyes lit up with the same color light. They slowly stood up and pounced on the nearest human soldier.

Several knowledgeable people present felt that this scene looked somewhat familiar.

The prototype of this spell should be a third-circle necromancy spell—manipulating corpses.

Generally speaking, a goblin mage can only summon one or two at most.

However, due to the eerie white bone staff and the ritual magic beneath his feet, the spell to manipulate corpses mutated.

The goblin mage finally moved.

It led the ogres closer and closer to the battlefield.