The hour came towards noon, and the morning passed in calm but miserable conditions. If it hadn't been for the unexpected unknown stalker, it would have been a quiet journey, without a ripple. The conditions were a little tougher, but that was all in the original expectation.
The line had stopped for a while. The family and the sellsword were eating their meals. No torches could be put in the beds. Those who were too tired to move would climb the mushroom tree with the help of the sellsword and sit on the mushroom tree's fungus sheet to rest. The fungus sheet was very soft and had very good toughness. Sitting on two or three people would not have any possibility of falling, just like a soft blanket.
"Mr. Luan Zhuo, how long will it take us to get through the dark River?" Nearby, on a piece of truffle, Abel and Luan Zhuo, the Tumen guide, sat chatting over dinner, with Alan at their side. Abel has a fireball in his left hand, which serves as both a light and a fire, while in his right hand he holds a half-cooked piece of meat that he has prepared ahead of time and cooks it in flames.
"I don't know. I've never been this far into the forest." Luan Zhuo's Levytzk mandarin, with its pronounced Tomen accent, was far from the standard of Arcanist Abel. "The most we can do is take people to the place where the river disappears, and further down there no one has gone. We won't come in this time unless you pay more." "If the river hadn't changed course in recent years, the river would have carried us out of the forest," Luan continued, munching on her dry food. "But things are changing, and it's possible that eventually, the river will stop flowing."
"Now, how long do you think it will take us to get out of the forest?" Abel continued.
Luan Zhuo thought for a moment: "Two or three days, not much difference. And I want to remind you not to light so many fires in dark places. We'll look like targets to others."
Originally still in eat eat eat, completely do not know how to integrate into the topic of two people Allen, heard Luan Zhuo this sentence, without another word on the left-hand fireball to pinch. There was no need to be so careful, the normally austere Abel could not help laughing. After all, McCabe was a place where there should be no one, and even if there were, there were so many Arcane masters in the family, and the Sellsword had its own Owu, no one would want to provoke.
Alan was very upset. He had thought there was no danger, but now he ran into a stalker for no apparent reason, which made him nervous, and Abel laughed at him. Originally, Abel and Luan Zhuo talk with Alan, just out of safety considerations, but the more this, Alan is more nervous, this situation has to be taken by yourself, can not be dangerous around?
But at that moment there was a sharp crack in the air in the distance, and Alan saw, by the faint light of the firelight, the cold glow of metal coming straight at him! The arrows came close, and the whirling arrowheads twisted the air around them into a little whirl, which Alan could barely see because of the Arcane's sharp senses, but the adrenaline rush did not mean that Alan could make his body move. It was as if all his muscles were stiff. Just watching the arrow go. Nothing. One moment Abel was laughing, the next moment he was drinking loudly, and then a rune of Hexagram appeared in the air to catch a bolt flying in the distance! The arrow lost momentum and fell limp.
Alan did not have time to react until his whole body lurched to the right, one center of gravity wobbling and he was about to drop the chip. Fortunately, Luan Zhuo acted quickly, grabbed Allen, pulled him back, and then screamed out in her voice: "Enemy attack!"
The sound of the attack seemed to trigger the resonance of the mountain gap, almost instantly, countless "enemy attacks" overlapping together, this is the mercenary regiment from different directions of the warning, the entire camp seemed to be under attack.
"Jump! It's dangerous up there!" Hear Abel, LuanZhuo directly from four meters high bacteria jumped on, Allen slightly stared blankly for a moment, feel to be a kick down, just to activate the wind boots in mid-air, barely a smooth landing, and then with all rushed to the arcane Gordon and they have picked up the block in the form of a large shield.
'Abel! When Alan, who had rushed into the shield, looked back, Shen and Grenn were running around pulling people back into the shield, but Abel was still standing in the tree, holding the Arcane shield in one hand and the staff from his bracelet in the other, casting a spell that needed to be drained. Abel staves the top carved with a representative of the deco steller's family, the animals of the open mouth with sapphire are full of dramatic fluctuations in energy, the front end of the tiger, gathers up the wind is bigger and bigger, and after a few seconds, a breeze spear from gathered slowly out of the air swirl, then be an arcane course on the arrows the most densely populated places. There were crackles, and the place where the Wind Spear was pointing was blasted with flakes of fungus, and the archers, who were hiding in the shadows, were scattered.
Abel attack while working, but the alternative was from everywhere are, and will not have to enter the line they shoot scurrying, and they have and Gordon pulls up the people behind the two sides of the shield is not enough to will complete protection, from time to time there will be a blows to the nearby, they have had little effect with the crossbow correlation also. Shen frowned and shouted to Abel in the mushroom tree to come back and defend. The camp was in chaos. Such an attack was not enough to turn the tide of the war.
The crowd fought back and finally, there were casualties.
'Help me! One of the sellsword soldiers was shot in the thigh and fell on the bed of bacteria. He could not stand up again with the help of wind boots, so he kept standing up and fell, gradually sinking under the peristalsis of the bacterial blanket. See difficult to save themselves, the injured mercenary had to call around for help, hoping teammates can on their own.
Alan could not bear to see this, and could not see that the attacker could not make a good attack in the presence of a shield. Alan was not so dangerous on his side as outside. Taking a few deep breaths, Alan triggered his wind boot and charged forward, trying to pull the Sellsword out of the mire. Alan's movements were so sudden that, by the time Gordon, who was releasing the Arcane, had realized, Alan had burst out of the perimeter and could not be pulled back except to shout, 'Caution!'
Shen Yi, who was picking up people from all over the place in the chaos, turned around and rushed to Allen. By this time, Allen was at the Sellsword's side, ready to pull his teammates out of the bed. When the wounded soldier saw Alan, his grateful face stretched out his hand to help him to rise, and suddenly a strong wind came and he saw the Sellsword's grateful face freeze, and the sharp arrows pierced his skull from back to front. For a moment Alan did not know what to do. The roar of the arrows came from all directions, and they seemed to hit the Roddell boy at any moment.