Screams reverberated in their ears. The mercenaries tried their best to open their eyes, but when they saw their comrade's charred skin, they couldn't react to what had just happened.
To be honest, everything that happened in that instant made the two parties who were about to clash freeze on the spot in astonishment. For a full minute, they stared at each other as they pondered the meaning of everything that happened before their eyes.
Some were confused, some were confused, but Leslie could clearly feel that his heart was being devoured by a gradually spreading fear.
As a mercenary group leader, Leslie could be considered as' experienced and knowledgeable '. He didn't know what the three birds that suddenly appeared above his head were, but he was very clear on what it meant to be able to shoot down these birds.
'Archery' was just a general term. To laymen, the most direct reflection of 'good archery' was' accurate shooting '. As long as it was accurate, it didn't matter. After all, the purpose of shooting an arrow was to hit the target, no one could deny this point.
But to be able to shoot down a high-speed moving target in the sky, this kind of 'archery' could definitely be considered as' proficient '. Modern people always heard idioms such as' bending the bow to shoot the eagle 'or' killing two eagles with one arrow '. They always felt that shooting down the eagle in the sky wasn't difficult at all, and it was something that could be done by just raising one's hand.
In fact, even a skilled archer who had trained for more than five years would find it hard to have much confidence in shooting down a target in the sky. Estimating the distance, calculating the parabola of the arrow, the small size of the target, the movement speed, the speed of the arrow, the wind speed, and even the direction of the arrow's rotation all required extraordinary precision in shooting down a target in the sky. Moreover, the further the target was, the more these effects would increase.
Even an experienced hunter wouldn't dare to say that he had a 30% accuracy in shooting a flying goose from 30 meters away. In this kind of night with extremely low visibility, with the wind blowing and the target being more than 40 meters away, Leslie didn't believe that anyone could hit such a target!
But the reality before him made him realize a problem: The 'sharpshooter' that others claimed to be able to shoot down hundreds of people by himself might really exist!
And looking at the two figures holding short bows, Leslie's back was almost immediately soaked in cold sweat.
But what made him even more flustered was the symptoms of the fallen mercenary behind him … Under the 'Holy Light Spell', there were burn marks on someone's body, what this meant, everyone was very clear in their hearts …
"Undead … Undead!"
Someone finally recovered from the series of unforeseen events and backed away from the wailing mercenary with a strange cry. His movement caused everyone to panic, and the crowd instantly dispersed, leaving only Leslie standing there with an ashen face and the smoking mercenary.
Butler John of the Lucifron Family was extremely sensitive to the word "undead". His gaze focused on that figure, and he turned to Sodelor and said, "Lord Duke has ordered that all undead in his territory be killed without mercy!"
This wasn't a negotiating tone. It was a reminder to Sodelor: If you don't act immediately, I'll do it for you.
His words were far more inconceivable than Roddy's arrows and the undead on the ground... Duke's order? Who would mention Duke's order here?
At this moment, Leslie had completely lost the intention to come here. He took a step back and thought about the identity of this' undead 'subordinate. The undead was one of his most capable assistants. Under Vice Leader Davey, this undead had the most authority. Leslie couldn't help but shiver when he thought about the undead's background.
This subordinate who was screaming miserably was the pharmacist who gave him the "strategic plan" and recommended him to join the team two years ago!
Could, could it be that the pharmacist was also an undead?
Leslie's mind was a mess, and he carefully recalled the few "major events" that he had cooperated with that pharmacist. He suddenly realized that his smooth sailing all these years wasn't because of "good luck", but because he had the pharmacist's great "help" in a few key events that allowed him to have today's achievements!
What did successful people fear the most? It wasn't the strength of the enemy, nor was it his own helplessness in the face of difficulties. It was a fact that he suddenly realized at a certain moment: his so-called "strength" was just an illusion carefully arranged by others …
Leslie's lips trembled, and he looked blankly at Sodelor and the others. He stammered, trying to explain, "This, this guy has been lurking in my mercenary group for so long, and today he finally …"
"Enough."
Sodelor originally had all kinds of backup plans to deal with these guys, but everything that had happened just now made him realize that there was a more urgent problem to solve. So he immediately drew his sword and slashed at Leslie. "Colluding with the undead and attempting to attack the nobles, traitors must die!"
Sodelor was already exchanging blows with Leslie as he shouted angrily.
On one side, there was the amazingly talented descendant of the Specter Knight, and on the other side, there was a panicked mercenary with no fighting spirit. There was no suspense at all in the outcome of such a fight. Leslie raised his sword to block, and then with a bang, he was kicked away by Sodelor.
The mercenaries were in an uproar, and the scene instantly fell into chaos. They rushed up to help, but they didn't dare to do anything because the word "traitor" and the still struggling undead brought too much shock to them. For a moment, they couldn't fight together like before …
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation In the noisy and dark battlefield, Rody held the short bow in his hand. He faced the group of restless mercenaries but did not have the intention to shoot. He just sighed and looked into the distance. He then whispered something to Butler John. After that, he turned around and gestured to Nata and Akasha in another direction.
The flash of brilliance just now was now like a dagger in the hands of an assassin, once again hidden in the darkness.
The next moment after he disappeared, the illumination of torches appeared one after another in the distance, followed by the sound of footsteps and horses' hooves. Steward John took a deep breath, and then shouted to the approaching team in the darkness, "Lucifron Guards, arrest this group of traitors!"
Leslie, who was kicked away by Sodelor, was gritting his teeth at this moment. But after hearing Steward John's words, his eyes widened, and he directly sat back down!
"Lucifron Guards" was a name that no one would confuse. In the entire Eiferta territory, there was only one family that could be called "Lucifron", so there could only be one person in power behind the guards …
Angmar Lucifron.
Leslie's heart instantly turned to ashes. The successive blows made him completely lose the desire to fight …
The fate of the "Wolverine Mercenary Group" at this time was completely like that of an ant crushed by the wheel of history, with no room for resistance.
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At the same time, Roddy did not have much of the pleasure of revenge, but instead felt extremely terrible.
The snow under his feet crunched, and the cold air swept past his cheeks, gradually cooling his chaotic thoughts, slowly sorting them into useful information.
"Ro- Roddy, what was that just now?"
Akasha followed closely behind Roddy, but her physical strength was not as good as the other two, and she was slightly out of breath when she spoke.
"Blood Crows, a trick of the necromancers."
Roddy's eyes involuntarily looked in the direction of the Silent Forest, and then immediately said to Natha in the Wood Elf language, "It's the kind you saw in the Wagra Ruins."
Natha was silent, but her expression clearly became more serious.
"How did you discover them?"
Akasha was obviously curious about this question. Although the night vision was good, who would notice those three inconspicuous black spots in the vast sky?
"They're not just flying, they're casting a spell, so I can detect them." Roddy did not intend to explain the meaning of the combat stance of "Environmental Sensitivity", nor would he say that he had encountered similar situations countless times before. He just made a gesture and continued, "Three blood crows hovering at a low altitude, which means that the necromancers are focusing on investigating this area, and usually it means that they are coveting this place."
There was more that Roddy did not say. In the game, the strength of the summoning necromancers in investigation was the "signature" skill of the blood crows, "All-Seeing Eye": three blood crows hovering for three hours could remember all the details of the buildings in Gigg Town, and even the position of each brick could be confirmed!
This was essentially different from a simple bird's eye view, which often meant that this would be the place where the undead would move next.
It was precisely because he knew this that Roddy was in a bad mood … He had finally gotten rid of all kinds of dangers and had a break for a while. Who would have thought that the town that he had just conquered would be targeted by the undead before he could even warm it up!
Akasha naturally did not know of his depression. This little priest had been completely subdued by Roddy's "erudition". Since she knew Roddy until now, Akasha felt that she could get the answer to any question from him. And thinking of the way she dealt with it just now … She looked at Roddy with some hesitation, wanting to say something but hesitating.
"Ask what you want to ask, I don't treat you as outsiders."
Roddy continued to walk forward, comparing the surrounding buildings, and then led them to a small path.
"That … I'm not sure why you wanted me to cast the 'Holy Light Spell' twice." Akasha asked in a low voice, "Although the 'Holy Light Spell' has the effect of burning the undead, it's completely useless when the distance is too far."
"Why do you think I did that?"
Roddy's rhetorical question was not directed at Akasha, but he repeated Akasha's question to Natha in the Wood Elf language.
"I don't know."
Natha answered truthfully. In fact, what she did not understand was that with Roddy's archery skills, he had a high chance of killing the last blood crow, so why did he let it run away?
"The 'Holy Light Spell' is just a ray of light, but many of the 'divine spells' will be accompanied by light when released, such as' Retribution Spell ',' Divine Punishment Spell ', or' Light Catastrophe '."
"After the light passes, the blood crows will be killed, and when the last blood crow reports these effects to the necromancer, the other party will only think that there is a powerful priest in Gigg Town … Do you understand?" Akasha's mouth was wide open.
Akasha's mouth was agape, and it took almost three seconds for her to recover. She then nodded with a face full of admiration. The lethality of the Divine Arts was limited. The 'Punishment Spell' was the lowest level. It had poor accuracy, low attack power, and could even be said to have no power. However, the 'Divine Punishment Spell' was enough to achieve the effect that Rody had described. However, to be able to cast the 'Divine Punishment Spell' basically meant that the caster was at least stronger than Bishop Benjamin. In the players' concept, it meant that the caster was above level 30!
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