"Impossible."
JLEB! JLEB!
Miguel took a few steps back. Three arrows pierced his body, and he coughed softly. With one hand pulling the arrow on his shoulder and the blood immediately spurted out, Miguel stared at the arrow for a moment.
Iris was hugged tightly by a tall man shrouded in a dark black shadow and a silver sword stained with blood glinted in the sunlight. His red eyes narrowed and his teeth gritted.
Behind the man, an Elf with long blonde hair was aiming at him with arrows, not one but three at a time.
Miguel stretched out his hand, his white wall appeared and protected him immediately. The arrow instantly snapped and fell to the ground. The White Wizard sighed and could feel the ground he was stepping on becoming icy cold, Lilian jumped beside him and immediately fell to the ground, looking at Thomas.
