Chapter 258 - Prepare Two Hands (1/2)

Roland backed away as he rapidly thought about the current situation on the battlefield in order to try to find information about the enemy.

Aside from the Druid who could turn into a dragon, the elves seemed to be Hunters.

They were quite good at archery, moved very fast, and were able to get high up in the trees.

This rendered Roland’s Ice Ring completely useless.

Ice Ring was a ground-based group offensive spell that was quite effective against enemies who loved to stand on the ground, but it had little to no effect against such enemies who bounced around and alternated between up and down.

And most importantly, all elven Hunters also practiced nature magic; their average magic resistance wasn’t something humans could compare to.

From this battle, Roland discovered many problems with himself.

When encountering an extremely mobile enemy like an elf, his trump card Inferior Fireball and Ice Ring would not be useful.

The opponent’s speed was really too fast and it was hard to lock on.

In addition, he barely had a chance to use the “acc.u.mulating fireball.” The elves’ projectile interference was really annoying, and Roland finally understood why the Mages’ general knowledge he had read in the library said that Hunters were one of the Mages’ early arch-enemies.

Letting the three puppets guard him, Roland slowly retreated on the ground of withered leaves, setting off rustling sounds.

After retreating about ten meters, three consecutive arrows were fired.

This time the other party didn’t use any more overarching shots, it was just a normal horizontal shot. The three arrows with natural energy almost hit the same point on the same puppet’s light s.h.i.+eld, directly destroying the puppet.

Roland had been vigilant, and the moment the puppet disappeared, he summoned a new magic doll.

As a result, as soon as this puppet appeared, its s.h.i.+eld and body of magic were pierced by a long arrow.

But for this magic doll, it wasn’t a fatal injury.

The doll plucked the long arrow out of its body and threw it to the ground.

It was only then that Roland realized that the arrow was at least fifty percent longer than the previous one, and the arrowhead was spiral-shaped.

This was a typical powerful penetrating arrow. If Roland had been half a second slower just now, then even if he had a magic s.h.i.+eld on his body, he would most likely have been pierced through.

Exhaling softly, Roland continued to retreat.

However, by the time he had almost retreated to the simplified Church of Life, he wasn’t attacked again.

The two of them, Link and Dorfer, were also wearing plain clothes, having been reborn from the resurrection point and had joined him.

“Is everything all right, Roland?” Link, carrying a standard greatsword, asked.

“It’s fine, just being targeted by the enemy.”

Link looked at the dark woods around him and said, “I’ve already lost a level, and if I die twice more, I’ll probably lose another level.”

“My current experience is relatively low, and I’ve also dropped a level.” Dorfer laughed bitterly.

Not only had they dropped a level, but they were also in the weakened state of being reborn, meaning that their strength was greatly reduced.

Roland took a moment to look at his system interface and found that the state of weakness was gradually reducing. Then he said, “No matter what, even if weakened, we have to go up to support them—otherwise, if we die a few more times, we’ll lose even more.”

Dorfer said depressingly, “I hope this epic quest gives enough experience to at least give us a slight surplus, otherwise we’ll lose a lot.”

“Don’t think so much about it yet.” Link stepped in front of Roland and the puppet as he walked, scanning left and right very vigilantly for any traces that might be revealed by the enemy. “Let’s go support the front line first.”

Although they were very vigilant, the three of them were not slow, and soon reached the place where Link had died before.

Link and Dorfer immediately retrieved their corpses, and the stream of light pixels merged into their bodies. Then they looked much more relaxed.

After retrieving their corpses, they not only got back about 5% of their total experience but most importantly, they removed their state of weakness.

The three of them continued forward, faster this time, and in the process, they found a blood trail, which they followed, and then they found Hawk’s corpse.

A huge, majestic body that resembled a strong orc was kneeling on one knee.

Underneath him, there were pools of blood that dripped as if they were on the side of a small lake, and there were at least thirty arrows stuck on the front side of the corpse.

Hawk was not mortally wounded; he bled to death.

Link looked at Hawk’s hanging head and pursed his lips softly, his expression cold and gloomy.

Dorfer, on the other hand, looked around. He was the Hunter and the best scout of the three.

There were no enemies around, and no attacks had been made. Link looked behind him and asked, “Should we wait for Hawk?”

“I don’t think it’s necessary.” Roland shook his head. “We should go to the front line right now and support Betta, Suel, and the others.”

The other two felt that it made sense after some thought.

Then they continued forward.

This time they started to jog.

After running for a few minutes, they saw the body of an elf in front of them.

Checking it out, they found the cause of death to be a direct smash to the back of the head.

“Must be the handiwork of Rommel.” Link tsked. “A Priest, but with stealth abilities comparable to a Rogue, and wearing heavy armor—our guild is so fu**ing weird.”

They moved on and found another elf’s body, this time pierced in the back by a sword-shaped weapon.

This needed no guessing. It was most likely Betta’s handiwork.