As Roland retreated, he quickly thought through the current situation on the battlefield in his mind, trying to find as much information as possible about the enemy and himself.
Except for the Druid who could turn into a dragon, the other elves seemed to be hunters.
Their archery was quite good, they moved very fast, and they could climb high in the trees.
This made Roland's Ice Ring completely useless.
Ice Ring was a group attack spell that was quite effective against enemies who liked to stand on the ground, but it was almost useless against enemies who jumped and moved high.
And most importantly, all elven hunters practiced natural magic, and their average magic resistance was not comparable to that of humans.
From this battle, Roland discovered a lot of his problems.
Encountering an extremely mobile enemy like the elves, his trump cards, Fireball, and Ice Ring, were useless.
The opponent's speed was really too fast, and it was difficult to lock onto them.
And he had almost no chance to use Charged Fireball, the elves' shooting interference was too annoying. Roland also finally understood why, in the general knowledge of Mages he had read in the library, it was said that hunters were one of the Mages' early arch-enemies.
Letting the three puppets guard him, Roland followed the dead leaves on the ground and slowly retreated, making a rustling sound.
After retreating for about ten meters, three more Triple Burst Arrows were fired at him.
This time, the opponent didn't use hanging arrows, just ordinary horizontal shots. The three arrows with natural energy hit almost the same point on the puppet's light shield, directly destroying the puppet.
Roland was always alert, and the moment the puppet disappeared, he summoned a new magic puppet.
As a result, as soon as the puppet appeared, its shield and magic body were pierced by a long arrow.
But for this magic puppet, it wasn't fatal.
The puppet pulled the long arrow out of its body and threw it to the ground.
Only then did Roland discover that this arrow was at least fifty percent longer than the previous arrows, and the arrowhead was spiral-shaped.
This was a typical powerful penetrating arrow, and if Roland had been half a second slower just now, even with a magic shield on his body, it was very likely that he would have been pierced through.
Letting out a soft sigh, Roland continued to retreat.
But when he almost retreated to the simple Church of Life, he wasn't attacked again.
Link and Dorfer, both wearing simple clothes, were resurrected from the resurrection point and met up with him.
"Are you alright, Roland?" Link asked, holding a standard greatsword.
"I'm fine. I was just targeted by the enemy."
Link looked around at the dark forest and said, "I've already lost a level. If I die two more times, I'll probably lose another level."
"I don't have much experience right now, and I've dropped a level." Dorfer smiled bitterly.
Not only did the two of them lose levels, but they were also in a weakened state after being reborn. In other words, their strength was greatly reduced.
Roland took some time to look at his system interface and found that his weakened state was gradually decreasing. Then he said, "No matter what, even if we're weak, we still have to go and support them. Otherwise, if we die a few more times, the losses will be even greater."
Dorfer said gloomily, "I hope this epic quest gives enough experience, at least enough for us to have a slight surplus, or we'll suffer a great loss."
"Let's not think about that for now." Link stood in front of Roland and the puppet, scanning left and right very vigilantly as he walked, looking for any clues that might have been revealed by the enemy. "Let's go and support the front line first."
Although they were very vigilant, the three of them were not slow, and soon they arrived at the place where Link had died.
Both Link and Dorfer immediately retrieved their corpses. The stream of light from the mosaic sank into their bodies, and then they both looked much more relaxed.
After retrieving the "corpses," not only did they get back about 5% of the total experience, but most importantly, they also got rid of the weakened state.
The three of them continued forward, this time faster. In the process, they found a "bloody path." Following this path, they then found Hawk's "corpse."
A huge, majestic body that looked like an uruk-hai was kneeling on the ground on one knee.
Below him, there was a pool of blood that flowed like a small lake, and the front of the body was pierced with at least thirty arrows.
Hawk was not fatally wounded; he had bled to death.
Link looked at Hawk's lowered head and lightly pursed his lips, his expression cold and gloomy.
Dorfer, on the other hand, looked around. He was a hunter and had the best reconnaissance skills of the three.
No enemies were found around, and no one was attacked. Link looked back and asked, "Should we wait for Hawk?"
"I don't think so." Roland shook his head. "We should go to the front line immediately to support Betta and Suel."
The other two thought it made sense.
Then they continued forward.
This time, they started to jog.
Then, after running for a few minutes, they saw the body of an elf up ahead.
They checked and found that the back of the head had been smashed flat.
"It's probably Rommel's doing." Link clicked his tongue. "A Priest with sneaking abilities comparable to a Thief, and wearing heavy armor. The people in our guild are really f * cking weird."
They walked forward again and found another elf's body, this time pierced in the back by a sword-shaped weapon.
There was no need to guess. It was probably Betta's doing.
And the three of them also found that this elf's body had strange yellow spots on its face and neck.
"It's finally working." Link smiled sinisterly. "No wonder they can stab these elves in the back. This time, it's the elves who are going to escape."
Roland was a little confused at first, but then he remembered that this should be the work of a Warlock.
As a magic pet, the "feces" that came out of the maggot had magical properties, not just simple feces.
Roland remembered that the maggot's feces had four properties: corrosion, poison, disease, and odor.
There were Mages and magical beasts in this world, and naturally, there were magic viruses.
Whether it was the poison or the corrosive effect, they were just icing on the cake. The maggot's real trump card was actually the invisible and untouchable disease, the super virus.
When the feces landed on a person or animal, the corrosive effect would penetrate the victim's clothes and skin, and the poison was actually a paralyzing poison that made people feel no pain, giving the virus more time and more time to enter the victim's flesh and blood.
When the virus swam around the enemy's blood and body, it split and reproduced. Because of its "magic" nature, the virus's reproduction speed and feeding speed were extremely fast. Depending on the individual's physique, the onset time ranged from one to two hours.
Of course, there were many races that were immune to the virus, but the elves were not among these races.
"Then let's go help."
The three of them ran quickly and soon arrived at the previous battlefield.
Roland first saw his "corpse," and then saw the black panther that the Druid had transformed into, standing on a high white stone platform opposite them.
Seven yellow-faced elves hid behind the black panther, using Detoxification on each other and healing each other.
Schuck and Margret stood opposite it, their expressions relaxed.
Betta and Pastor Rommel were not missing, but were most likely invisible.
Warlock and Suel, on the other hand, stood not far behind Schuck, one on the left and the other on the right.
Roland immediately went to "pick up" his corpse.
The expression on the black panther's face was terrible. He looked at Roland and then at Link, his lavender eyes full of grief and anger. "You can be resurrected. You are Golden Sons."
Schuck nodded.
"Then I know who the mole is." The black panther looked at Schuck. "There aren't many people in our race who believe in the Life Goddess, and there's only one in Nature's Wrath."
Ans!
The enraged roar reverberated throughout the sealed space.
Then the black panther stared at Schuck fiercely. It grinned, its sharp teeth gleaming coldly. "You can be resurrected. You're not afraid of death at all. So you just pretended to consider my terms, but you've actually been trying to buy time."
Schuck smiled and didn't say anything.
The black panther looked back at the few people who were using magic to heal each other and expel the virus.
Then it grinned and said, "Actually … I'm also buying time."
As soon as it finished speaking, it took advantage of Schuck's daze and pounced at him like a black bolt of lightning.
At the same time, as it pounced, its whole body glowed green.
The leopard's body began to change, becoming enormous, its fur turned into green scales, and two horns grew on its forehead.
In less than half a second, it turned from a black panther into a huge green dragon.
The green dragon that pounced at Schuck.
Schuck had just raised his greatsword and then wanted to put it down helplessly.
The other party was too fast. He couldn't even use Divine Power of Order, let alone control the other party's movements.
The worst that could happen was that he would die once. It wasn't a big deal.
Just as Schuck was thinking this, Margret rushed out from the side and collided with the green dragon that was pouncing at her.
When the two sides collided, there was a loud bang. Although the green dragon was fixed in place, Margret flew backward.
She landed directly more than twenty meters away, then rolled a dozen times on the ground before stopping.
Dust flew everywhere, crushing countless trees along the way.
Schuck jerked his head back and looked at Margret, who was struggling on the ground but seemed unable to stand up. Schuck, who had always been good-tempered, roared at the green dragon with red eyes, "You deserve to die!"
The green dragon flapped its wings at a low altitude, raising clouds of dust and weeds, its eyes full of teasing laughter.
At this moment, the green dragon was covered in beautiful green scales, and the charred appearance that had been burned by Roland's Fireball had disappeared.
The Druid's Transfiguration was to change into the appearance of a creature and then obtain a projection, so no matter how injured they were in animal form, as long as they returned to the appearance of an elf and then turned into an animal, they would find that the previous injuries would definitely disappear.
This was a unique ability of the Druids.
Schuck drew his greatsword.
And at this moment, Roland slowly retreated while whispering to Link, "I'll retreat into the woods to use Charging Magic. You must help me divert this Druid's line of sight, don't let him find me so quickly."
Link nodded lightly.
Roland touched the Heart of Tranquility on his chest. This time, he was going to challenge the technique of rapid charging.
If he could get the Self-Destructing Fireball out in four seconds, then the green dragon would definitely not be able to resist it, even with a new body of dragon scales.
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