"Ohhh… As expected of the elves." Shane's eyes lit up after seeing these elves activating one of their finest skills.
He somehow recalled from the memories he had absorbed yesterday that these elves were indeed incredible warriors who wouldn't die easily, especially once they were in the forest.
Then, with the power of the Forest Guardian's Wrath pulsating through their veins, the five elves launched into an intense battle against the beefy Tyrant Zombies.
Eldrin's arrows streaked through the air like guided lightning bolts, finding their marks with unerring accuracy.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
This time, the arrows managed to pierce through the Zombie's tough skin by about 2 inches deep! It was already a great achievement!
Faelar's short blade, his secondary weapon, slashed with precision, striking accurately and leaving scorch marks on the zombies' dark steel-like skin.
