He instantly lost his combat power.
Another warrior saw this scene and immediately gave up tearing with his hands. He turned around and tried to climb up, but was suddenly hit in the back by a dark figure!
Just when many people thought that the Tauren would die because of this, the strange scene made him realize the power of the Tauren once again!
"Clang!"
The sound of metal colliding sounded again. The shining dagger actually did not pierce into the Tauren's body!
But this blow could not repel the increasingly turbulent attacks of the mercenaries. Like waves, continuous and powerful magic attacks came one after another. Although the Tauren tried to dodge, after a few rounds of attacks, there were still two Taurens who were knocked to the ground and lost their ability to move.
The Tauren Gate's roar gradually became a little desperate and full of indomitable will. However, with a strange whistle suddenly coming from a distance, the remaining two Taurens who were struggling to hold on suddenly seemed to have received some order. They suddenly flew to the side and then lay on the ground!
This posture of lying down to avoid a bomb looked very familiar. But in the next moment, a strange rain of arrows suddenly engulfed this group of mercenaries.
Unlike the previous mercenaries, this wave of arrows was short and dense. Then, six or seven black figures suddenly rushed towards the opposite enemy formation!
As these black shadows ran, they continued to shoot arrows in their hands. One of the fastest ones had already killed more than five people in the process of advancing more than 30 meters. The arrows pierced through the head, entering the left eye socket and exiting through the back of the head. The length of the arrow was not considered long, but it looked like it was made of metal and was used for close-range combat. Under the powerful force of the short bow, when the arrow hit the target within a distance of five to six meters, it actually had the powerful effect of sending the target flying backwards!
A group of rangers in the dark.
Many of them recalled the time when Sylvia was fighting in the forest. It was rare for a class with strong long-range and close-range attacks to be so precise. The black figures in front of them were like ghosts in the dark night, swiftly reaping the lives of the mercenaries in front of them!
A mage waved his hand to cast a shield, but the elemental barrier that had just appeared was sliced open by a sharp blade from the side of a short bow. Then, two arrows pierced through the mage's head and heart.
The mercenaries' morale plummeted as a noble mage lost his life. But the other mage was clearly more capable. He instantly cast a spell at that black silhouette before loudly shouting, "Retreat!" A scroll suddenly appeared in his hand and he quickly released it. The parchment flashed in his hand before burning to ashes.
"Pa!"
A crisp sound was heard. But the moment this sound was heard, the mercenaries who were still alive covered their eyes with their hands. Then, a dazzling light burst out from the mage's hand. It was as if a sun had suddenly appeared in the forest!
The light lasted for a full ten seconds. When the light disappeared, only the Tauren and a few mutilated corpses were left on the ground.
Of course, there was also an injured 'reinforcement'.
Many of them had their eyes closed. The strong light just now did not have any effect on them. Many could naturally recognize the obvious magic waves. But at this moment, he was curious about these black fellows.
It was none other than the fellow with the short bow that he had seen in Solon City. He had an elf-like appearance, dark skin, and strong and sharp skills. Many thought that he had not misjudged these fellows.
The Taurens seemed to be their allies. These fellows, who were about the height of a normal human and had elf-like ears, had given up on chasing the mercenaries in the light just now. At this moment, they had begun to count the wounded and clean up the battlefield.
The dead mercenaries were stripped of their armors and weapons and placed neatly in the cold wind. The Taurens didn't seem to have any major problems, but the pitch-black things on their bodies couldn't be removed in a short period of time.
But it seemed that one of them could not hold on any longer.
Many people saw the man who was attacked by the magician lying on the ground in pain. Half of his body seemed to be corroded by something corrosive, and faint black smoke was rising from it. His expression was extremely painful, but he resisted the urge to cry out.
In this wilderness, sound control was as important as light control.
The soldiers silently cleaned up the battlefield. For this comrade, they could not do anything. They could only watch as his body was constantly being corroded. It seemed that this scene had happened many times. There were even a few figures with voluptuous bodies who covered their mouths and sobbed softly.
Many raised their brows and gazed at the sky in the distance. Then, they disappeared on the spot.
"Don't move if you don't want to die."
The voice was cold, but it was unusually clear in the wilderness.
In the face of the sudden voice, the atmosphere of the entire battlefield immediately became strange. Many figures appeared in front of the warrior who was lying on the ground, unable to move. They lowered their heads and looked at him. After that, they took out a roll of magic-patterned bandages and a bottle of potion from their spatial rings.
These items were the standard equipment for the rescue troops in Oditore. Ordinary soldiers could only drag the wounded to a safe place and bandage them up. However, in Oditore, the sales of magic crystals had spurred the alchemy industry. The popularity of this healing potion had effectively reduced the casualty rate of soldiers by more than 10%.
Of course, Many had such effective potions with them at all times. Especially when they left Oditore, Many had taken many of the best potions with them.
Now, the small potion bottles were opened by Many. Before anyone could react, they sprinkled the potion on the warrior who was spasming in pain on the ground.
After observing the warrior up close, Many realized that apart from his skin color, he really resembled an Elf.
The smell of the potion was unpleasant. It could even be said to be a little pungent. When the potion was sprinkled on the guy whose shoulder and chest were festering, it made a sizzling sound. It sounded like cold water being poured on hot iron.
Only at this moment did five to six arrows were aimed at him. However, none of them dared to fire. Because they could clearly sense that their comrade's moaning was getting softer and softer, and the pain in his voice had also lessened a lot.
However, this wasn't a reason for them to let their guard down. In this world, apart from parents, no one would be nice to you for no reason. The Abyssal Tribe naturally knew this better than anyone else.
The Minotaurs with terrifying bodies stood up and surrounded them. It seemed like they could surround and kill them at any time.
However, in the middle of this group of people, there were many who did not move. They only lowered their heads to look at this fellow's injury. After that, they stretched out their hands and threw the bandage to the nearest warrior who was holding a short bow.
The latter took it, and the feeling of the mageweath bandage that was completely different from normal cloth made him immediately realize what it was. He took two steps back and spread his arms, indicating that he did not have any ill intentions.
This group of people lowered their bows slightly. Many of them frowned when they saw that they had relaxed their vigilance.
"I'm Prometheus. I'm a traveler who can't return home. I'm looking for something." Many's voice was very calm. It sounded like a stranger that one might encounter at any time on the streets. "I'm helping you because I hope to seek your help."
A deal.
Among them, the short warrior who had killed the most number of people lowered his bow and placed it on his waist. He walked over from the back of the tall Tauren. His pair of dark and slightly blue eyes stared at many of the enemies.
"This isn't a place where you should be. Demon, if you're a human, please give me a reason why you're still alive."
He wasn't an idiot either.
"I'm a powerful demon."
If this sentence was said to someone else, it would probably sound like a ridiculous joke. However, in this situation, his words caused the expressions of everyone, including the tauren, to fluctuate slightly.
A person who dared to say such words definitely had absolute confidence in his own strength.
"I've already said that I've helped you lose one less comrade. I hope you can provide me with some information."
"I'll do my best."
The short warrior patted the tauren who was too close to him. "This is Duncan and his companion. I'm Drizzt, Dean Drizzt."