Chapter 250 Concealmen (1/2)
The Druids didn't have any intentions to fight in the first place. With someone finally giving a command to retreat, everyone of them immediately turned around and ran off. They didn't even bother caring if the one giving the command was a Druid of higher rankings or just a commoner—it wasn't even important to them now.
It wasn't wrong to think of the Druids as bandits, because other than their usual activities which resembled the bandits, their behaviours were also lawless. The difference in levels between the Druids themselves weren't huge. Their hierarchy was maintained based on levels of prestige; however, such terms were unclear, unlike soldiers in the military.
Previously, they were able to put Starlight in a difficult position due to their individual capabilities. The Druids were strong and each one had no problem taking on ten mercenaries at a time. However, even so, everyone in Starlight managed to hang on with their teamwork, and even force the Druids away. From this point, they could see that the Druids weren't efficient in team battles. No matter how strong they were individually, they would still be weak facing a group of united mercenaries.
Not to mention, Rhode's sudden appearance had immediately forced them off balance. The Druids fought to a draw with the mercenaries because their powerful individual skills counteracted the mercenaries' team advantage. Now that they lost their individual advantages, what could they do?
It seemed like nothing was left for them…
”This bunch of idiots!”
Only one Druid had chosen to not retreat.
He stuck close to the wall, camouflaging into the dust and ash color. Glancing over at his fleeing companions, he gritted his teeth as rage burned in his heart. How despicable! The enemy merely brought someone slightly stronger and they ran off just like that? Don't they want to seek revenge? Forget it! I should've known that these people were unreliable!
The man held his breath. He closed his eyes and subconsciously re-adjusted his heartbeat. At this moment, it seemed that he had completely blended in with the rocks, where even his smooth human skin had turned into a rocky, solid surface. This was one of the Druids' natural ability. They could totally camouflage into something within a limited time such as animals, plants, or even rocks.
This Druid was clear of how powerful this black-haired young man was, to be able to kill three Druids in an instant. But, even so, he didn't intend to escape because in this group of mercenaries, he wasn't able to spot the one who had killed his loved ones yet. Just based on the weak and slow-moving mercenaries, it was impossible for them to kill Brown Bear and the other two. And now, this powerful young man suddenly emerged out of nowhere!
Could it be that this young man was the evil murderer!?
Thinking of his dead lover, the man gritted his teeth. If he wasn't in his camouflage state and forcing his heartbeat to the lowest, he would have burst out in anger. However, he had to tolerate this as he knew that he had no chances of winning if he fought the man head on. However, he had not given up just yet. He lurked and waited for the right opportunity to complete his revenge.
Currently, the chilly tunnel was in total silence. Without the support of the Druids, those vines had collapsed and turned into ashes. The strong gales blew into the tunnel and shook the flames on the torches, which flickered in the shadows as though a group of Devils were dancing in celebration.
”It seems like those guys finally left?”
Suddenly, a man's voice sounded beside the Druid and it almost forced a shriek of surprise out of him. However, he was fortunate that his years of battle experiences had stifled his fears. He just realised that the black-haired murderer had emerged beside him.
What a scary man!
In an instant, the Druid's heart was unsettled. It wasn't that he didn't know how oddly fast this black-haired young man could be, but only when he saw him face-to-face did he realise that this young man had exceeded his expectations. After completing his camouflage, this Druid had been fully observing the surroundings, but even so, he wasn't able to spot Rhode's presence at all. Yet, Rhode seemed to just appear in his face from the ground. How was that not surprisingly scary for this Druid? The Druid was somehow glad that he had made a right choice to avoid Rhode. If not, he would perhaps be instantly killed without spotting him.