After he was done, Baiyi and the Fairy Walker flew into the sky and headed for the Caudillo Butterfly Bow. The Wise Mad King must be determined to get his hands on his grandniece, so Baiyi had to make his move as soon as possible. He did not even want to spend the night with the Fairy Walker, lest something unexpected happen.
The Fairy Walker, who had been dragged by Baiyi's arm, looked a little sad. Baiyi had to call out to her a few times before she finally responded. Baiyi had no choice but to slow down and clumsily say, "It's okay. The village can still be rebuilt …"
"I just feel like I'm the one who brought this tragedy upon everyone. A woman like me really shouldn't have come back, right?" The Fairy Walker lamented.
"No, no. It's not your fault. It's all because of me. I thought it was like a festival," Baiyi said, trying to take the blame.
"You … You're always so dumb, but sometimes, you can say things that girls like …" The Fairy Walker replied helplessly. Suddenly, she paused and said, "Little Nydore is in a fight. She's using the Caudillo Butterfly Bow! Just as you expected, the enemy is fast! "
"Well, we don't have time to fly slowly," Baiyi said. He raised his Levitation Spell to its maximum speed and flew in the direction the Fairy Walker had pointed him to. At the same time, he expanded his psychic energy to its maximum range, paying close attention to his surroundings.
However, as soon as he activated his psychic energy, he felt something different. It was similar to the state the Eighth Walker had brought him to. Baiyi could feel information surging toward him, and the colors of his surroundings began to change. His vision was filled with blocks of color, just like night vision goggles.
In the direction that the Fairy Walker was pointing, there was a patch of red. Due to the distance, the area of the red patch was not large, but it was extremely glaring and eye-catching. Baiyi could feel a prickling sensation on his skin. Baiyi had felt the same thing before, but at that time, he was puzzled. Now, however, he realized that it was a sign that a battle was taking place.
As for the other parts that were slightly different … Baiyi suddenly looked down and stopped abruptly. He returned to the ground and stopped at the foot of a big tree. Squatting down, he began to rummage through the thick leaves at the bottom of the tree.
The elf was a little puzzled, but he did not explain too much and continued to search. Soon, with the help of this special vision, he found a leaf that was different from the others. Or rather, it was a dragon scale that was disguised as a leaf, and there was a strange rune inscribed on it.
Dragon scales had many uses, but it was a waste to use them as high-grade enchanted parchments. Even though the runes could be preserved for a long time, no one would do such a thing unless they were retarded. It was obvious that the Godsfall cult had set it up.
"Help me analyze the function of this rune." Baiyi shared the runes that he had memorized with the other Voidwalkers, leaving the task of thinking to them. Then, he continued to fly forward with the Fairy Walker.
At the same time, Baiyi's grandniece, who was only five hundred years old and a new generation of Wind Hunters, was facing the toughest situation of her life.
There were eight of them and eight sabercats, but they were surrounded by a group of unknown people in a forest valley. There were at least two hundred of them, and they did not know who they were. There were sorcerers, heavy-armored warriors, archers, and even assassins, and they knew the abilities of the Wind Hunters like the back of their hands. Almost every one of them was protected by a long-range defensive barrier, which greatly reduced the power of their arrows. They could not unleash their full potential.
Coupled with the fact that their vision was limited by the darkness of the night, there was no suspense in the battle. Only Nydore, who had activated the Caudillo Butterfly Bow, was able to deal significant damage to the enemies. The remaining seven Wind Hunters could only distract and harass the enemies. If it were not for the complicated terrain of the valley and the fact that the enemies wanted to capture them alive, the eight of them would have been dead by now.
"Father! Why don't you take Nydore and run? We can still hold them off for a while. " Behind a pile of rubble, a young, handsome male elf said to a bearded elf who looked like a handsome middle-aged man.
"You youngsters should go first," the handsome middle-aged man said. As the handsome uncle spoke, his body suddenly leaped up and appeared from behind the pile of rubble he was hiding in. His body swayed 360 degrees in the air like a clock. Just as his head was facing the ground, the arrows shot by the enemy archers just happened to brush past his scalp. At the same time, the arrows in his hand that were fully loaded also happened to shoot out at the same time, directly piercing through the tree that a mage was hiding in and crashing into the enemy's long-range protective barrier.
With a loud clang, the long-range defensive barrier shattered. The sorcerer had no choice but to stop his spell-casting and lie flat on the ground, casting a new barrier on himself.
Seizing this opportunity, the handsome uncle pulled his son up after he landed. After a few agile leaps, he changed his position and disappeared into the darkness of the canyon once again.
If he had not interrupted the mage's incantation with such an acrobatic method, the father and son would have either been blasted to death behind the pile of rubble, or they would have been shot by the enemy's archers who were waiting for an opportunity to change their position.
"This won't do … Without the help of a druid, we can't fight those sorcerers. Damn it! Where's the druid in charge of this area? Why hasn't he appeared yet? "the middle-aged man complained as soon as he caught his breath.
Another two Windchaser Archers leaped into cover beside them. One of them had an arrow stuck in his butt, and he grimaced in pain.
"Lin Meng's boy, are you alright?" the middle-aged man asked.
"Uncle from the Clearspring Family, it's just a small wound." The elf who had an arrow stuck in his butt gritted his teeth and pulled the arrow out. Fortunately, it was only a superficial wound.
As the two of them spoke, Nydore retreated to the top of a tree next to them under the cover of the other two fairies. She grabbed the quiver on her back, which was now empty. "I've killed a few more of them. Give me some more!" she said.
The middle-aged man's expression did not relax in the slightest when he heard the news. He looked at the bow in Nydore's hand. When he first received it from the elder, the Caudillo Butterfly Bow looked no different from an ordinary black longbow. Now, however, silver spots had begun to appear on the bow's black arms, making it look like the wings of a butterfly.
This bow would change. In the beginning, it might just be a heavy ordinary longbow, but the more it was used, the stronger its power would become, and its appearance would gradually change. These spots were just the beginning, and there would be more and more of them. The shape of the bow would also change, becoming more and more like a giant butterfly.
When the bow reached its limit, it would look like a butterfly, and the spots would turn into butterflies made of light, dancing around the bow. At this level, as long as the bowstring was gently plucked, even the sturdiest thing would be easily pierced through, and the wielder of the bow would pay the heaviest price by disappearing from this world.
The weaker the wielder was, the faster the bow would change, and the faster the price would be paid. The bow was not a very useful weapon. Rather than using it, it was more accurate to say that the Windchaser suppressed it.
The middle-aged man grabbed his son, who was about to throw his quiver at the bow. "Wind, you can't use its power anymore …" he said in a low voice.
"It's okay, uncle." Nydore forced a smile. She looked down at the silver spots on the bow's arm, and a solemn expression appeared on her beautiful face. As the heir of the Caudillo Butterfly Bow, she knew about it. However, she did not expect to experience such a drastic change in her first time using it. Was she really that weak?
She still remembered that the elders in her family had once told her that one of her grandmothers, who had caused a ruckus in the village, had also inherited the Caudillo Butterfly Butterfly. On the day she got it, she used the Caudillo Butterfly Butterfly Butterfly to bully a groundhog. The elder was so angry that his beard straightened … In the end, nothing happened at all.
'Is there really such a huge difference between us?' Nydore shook her head. Now was not the time to think about such things. She had to think about how to get out of this dangerous situation.
But … could she really get everyone out of here without using the Caudillo Butterfly Bow? Nydore did not know the answer to that question. She regretted attacking the group the day before. Perhaps it was because of her impulsive actions that she had exposed her position and attracted the attention of so many people.
Right now, she could either go all out and use the power of the Caudillo Butterfly Bow to kill everyone, or she could only hope that there was another exit at the back of the canyon. Otherwise, if someone sealed the entrance and approached them step by step, they would eventually be cut off from the exit.
Just then, one of the archers who had gone to the back of the canyon returned with the worst news. Not only was there no way out, but there was also not enough space for them to escape.
The enemy seemed to have known about this from the beginning, and they knew the terrain very well. After forcing them into the canyon, they slowed down their pace to avoid unnecessary casualties, and slowly pushed them into a dead end.
It was obvious that they were well-prepared.
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