The fog is disturbing. Especially when you can''t find the direction you want to go in the fog. It''s a strange thing, isn''t it? The lantern in the cheese''s hand clearly provided such a large space without fog, but Wuqi, who was familiar with the neighborhood, could not recognize their direction. At the beginning, the mage even suspected that it was the other party''s intention to do it, and deliberately did not want them to get close to the agreed place. But later, after they tried to get back to the starting point and found nothing there, he realized that this was not the case.


    "We have entered a special place." The mage stopped, and the lantern in his hand was shaking slightly, shaking the shadow of several people, "this is not the grassland we are familiar with. This fog takes us somewhere between real and unreal. Be careful, the Skinner should not have such a means. "


    Cheese is sure to say this judgment, because he has been in such a situation more than once. In his experience, such a large-scale fog often means that the person setting the fog has a clear goal. He does not want his target to escape or be disturbed. The question now is whether the mage and his team are the targets of attention, or whether they have just fallen into the fog and been implicated in nothing. Soon, of course, cheese doesn''t need to guess like this.


    "Ding!" The sound of the sound was accompanied by a fleeting spark. Before everyone could react, Lothar had drawn out his Tomahawk, and with one hand he blocked an arrow from the fog. But this was just the beginning. The black arrow began to fly around. The count blocked the first few arrows with his keen insight, but a dark arrow from his blind spot was about to pierce his back! "Ding!" Sky blue eyes, even in the fog is still clear.


    "Stand in a circle, Batu with shaman to our back!" In fact, without the count''s command, the boy growing up on the grassland naturally knew what he should do. Batu uses his dagger to cover Wuqi, while carefully observing the position of the arrows in the fog. The number of enemies is not large, at least not more than 20. Otherwise, even those who are highly skilled in martial arts will inevitably be hit by arrows without proper shields and shelters.


    "There are seven!" "There are seven archers!" Almost at the same time, Batu and atta said the same result. This makes the information they get about enemy archers very reliable. However, it is not enough to know the number of opponents. Although it is within the illumination range of the dawn breath, the range of the bow and arrow is more than 50 steps. Their enemies are still hidden in the fog. In addition, the arrows come from all directions. If you rush to fight your opponent, you will only expose your partner and your back to the range of other archers.


    Fortunately, archery is not the exclusive right of attackers. Batu''s bow was always on his body. After placing the shaman in place, he took off the short bow at the first time, bent the bow to build an arrow, but did not rush to shoot. He knows that the probability of hitting is very small now, so the eagle must wait for the opportunity before the wind is favorable to him.


    The time soon arrived, an arrow shot out of the fog, and the target was the lantern on the top of the wooden stick in the grey robe! Cheese''s eyes have begun to bloom magic light, his vision has been beyond the scope of the human eye, although not to cover all directions, but it is not easy to sneak on him. Arm slightly swing, the lantern at the top of the wooden stick also sways, "Ding!" The arrow hits the upper eaves of the lantern holder, and the lamps made by dwarves are as hard as weapons. In fact, the quality of dawn breath can be used as the hammer head of flail.


    "Medium!" Batu''s eagle feather arrow flies out with his drink, and hunters who domesticate falcons believe that arrows made from feathers dropped by their partners can hit a hundred hits. Of course, this is a good wish, but under the protection of the spirits, who can say clearly? "Chirp!" The loud roar of eagles sounded in Batu''s ears. Narin was not here, but he seemed to see his companions directing his arrows.


    "Guga!" Strange screams came from the depths of the fog, inspiring and confusing at the same time. The Skinner would not make such a scream.


    "Be careful!" After hearing the scream, the swordswoman''s face showed hesitation, and her hesitation allowed the arrows to pass through the range that the puzzler could stop. Lothar did not care about other things, so she reached out and tried to catch the arrow in the air. In a sense, he succeeded. The short black arrow stopped a few centimeters from ATA''s neck. But the price was that the count''s palm was cut several times by the arrow, and the blood flowed down the gap between his fingertips, showing a terrible color of cyan and black.


    Poison on the arrow. Lothar could see the blood vessels in her hand turning black and blue at the same speed as the naked eye. And just as he was considering whether to cut off his arm to stop the spread of the toxin, something strange happened. When the discolored blood flowed to the place where the tattoo was on his hand, the spreading spread was stopped. What''s more, the tattoos on Rosa''s hand, like a brown bear waking from hibernation, began to greedily absorb toxins from his blood vessels. When he threw away the arrow, his hand had returned to its original state.


    "It seems that this thing is not strong enough." The count shrugged and ignored the poison on it, and the power of this small arrow became insignificant."It''s purple clothes. Our opponent is yew! " ATA stares at the arrow thrown to the ground and the black and blue bloodstain, and speaks decisively.


    As if to confirm her claim, the fog on the edge of the lantern illuminated area began to surge, and some slender figures, which looked two meters high, were gradually clear from the fog. These slender people wore old-fashioned leather armour and bark colored shirts, and their exposed skin was dry and clearly furrowed, more like the skin of trees than the human skin. At the same time, the eyes of these guys are not like normal creatures. They are just two beads inlaid in the grooves of facial gullies, with amber color.


    The so-called yew shrugged their noses. Now he knows who the target is. Yew people are mercenaries among goblins. They are the most well-known ones. Even when most goblins are not well known, they, or they, often appear in legends all over the world. A large part of the prototypes of the trees described as active were identified by the grey robes as yew people.


    This also explains the venom used on their arrows. Although these guys have nothing to do with the tree, their fingertips can secrete the same kind of toxin as the needles and bark of purple shirts. It''s an extremely lethal toxin, and in areas where purple shirts grow naturally, livestock die by eating a small amount of the bark.


    "They''re coming. Protect the wounded!"


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