An unexpected battle that was unavoidable reoccurred. This time, the magus level elves had to fight the mythical creatures with long snaking bodies that could merge with the swamp water and attack suddenly with their formidable strength.
The number of wyrms that came forced the elves who were still continuing the expedition to face them in a one-on-one battle. Even so, the fight didn't look easy with the opponent's monster abilities that were very agile, fast, aggressive, and able to calculate their every move.
Tristan's blood spear managed to hit one of the wyrms, but the wyrm managed to pull it out with a tail that could coil around anything. They watched as the wyrm's blood that was blackish red gushed out of the wound on its body. It looked disgustingly thick.
