The expression on Nydore's face was too easy to read. Even in the darkness, the remaining archers understood what she was thinking. Some of them wanted to say something, but they hesitated, wondering if they should hand over their remaining arrows to Nydore.
"No! I'll create an opportunity for you to escape with your bow! As long as you retreat a little further and enter our village, you'll be safe with Grandpa Tree's help, "the man objected.
"But what about you guys?" Nydore asked. "Your youngest child has just been born. If I don't bring you back with me, I won't be able to forgive myself for the rest of my life …"
After all, the Wind Chasing Archers were a relatively civilian organization. They were not a professional organization, and they were not even considered an armed group. Under such circumstances, they lacked a leader who could make the right decisions. They were hesitant about whether to save their bow or their people.
After all, none of them wanted to die.
Their hesitation caused them to waste some precious time, allowing their enemies to close in on them. The sorcerers started chanting their spells again, and the Elves were forced to make a decision.
"Retreat first!" The man shouted. The archers immediately returned fire as they maintained their formation. They retreated deeper into the valley, but they were already close to the bottom of the valley. Retreating any further would only result in death.
Amidst the chaos, a shadow crept up behind Nydore. A pair of hands holding a pitch-black dagger appeared out of thin air. Like a praying mantis stalking a cicada, the dagger went straight for Nydore's elegant, swan-like neck.
Nydore, however, did not notice the dagger at all. When the dagger was pressed against her throat, she could feel the coldness of the blade on her skin. Only then did she realize what was happening. She was about to fight back when the assassin who had appeared behind her suddenly whispered, "Don't move!
Don't move! If you want to live … "
Before the assassin could finish his sentence, the last word was stuck in his throat. The dagger that was pressed against Nydore's throat fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
The praying mantis had almost succeeded, but since it was the mantis stalking the cicada, there was an oriole lurking behind it.
Nydore turned around and almost jumped out of her skin when she saw what was behind her. She had no idea when a strange-looking suit of armor had appeared behind her. The man looked like a bandit, and his hand was still gripping the neck of the assassin. However, the assassin's head was tilted to the side, and it was obvious that his neck had been broken.
"Yo! Sorry, I was delayed on the way here, so I'm a little late, "Baiyi greeted calmly.
Nydore instinctively reached for the arrows on her back, but she was already out of arrows. Her heart sank, and with the determination to fight to the death, she raised the Caudillo Butterfly Bow and swung it down at Baiyi's face like a wooden club.
"Tsk tsk … How rude of you. You need to teach them a lesson," Baiyi said calmly, not dodging the attack.
A coarse cowhide glove appeared beside Nydore and grabbed the Caudillo Butterfly Bow. With a slight tug, the glove snatched the Caudillo Butterfly Bow away from Nydore. It looked as if Nydore had willingly handed the bow over to him.
Nydore was dumbfounded. The most precious treasure of the village, the only hope for her and her people to escape, had been snatched away just like that?
The Fairy who had snatched the Caudillo Butterfly Bow mimicked Baiyi's calm demeanor. "You don't know how to shoot if you don't have your arrows?" She spun the Caudillo Butterfly Bow in her hand and held it in her palm. "Watch carefully. This is how you use this bow."
Nydore stared at the Caudillo Butterfly Bow in astonishment. The Caudillo Butterfly Bow bloomed like a flower under the moonlight. Just as the legends had said, the bow's simple and unadorned appearance had transformed into a gigantic black butterfly. The speckles of light on its surface had transformed into butterflies of light that danced and danced around the bow.
The Fairy Walker did not have an arrow in her hand either, so she simply pulled the bowstring. The butterflies that were dancing around the bowstring suddenly gathered between her fingers and formed three arrows made of light.
"Phew ~" The Elf drew her bow and aimed at the sky above the enemy's head. She blew lightly and released her fingers. Three arrows made of light instantly streaked across the night sky. Like three shining rays of light, they disappeared into the pitch-black sky above.
Then, the three light beams exploded in the air, turning into a large rain of arrows that rained down on the enemies below.
The scene looked as gorgeous and spectacular as a meteor shower that had suddenly descended upon them.
However, those who were shrouded by the rain of arrows did not have the mood to appreciate such a beautiful strike. The so-called long-range defensive boundary was as fragile as an eggshell in the face of such an attack. Muffled sounds of arrows piercing through flesh rang out one after another, accompanied by a series of screams and wails. The opposing hunting team, which consisted of 200 people and had undergone a long period of professional training, was instantly annihilated by such an unreasonable strike like a chicken or a stray dog.
"This is the correct way to use the Caudillo Butterfly Bow. What a good-for-nothing!" The Fairy Walker lectured Nydore like an elder. The Caudillo Butterfly Bow in her hand slowly reverted to its original shape, and even the speckles on its surface had disappeared.
"Catch," the Fairy Walker said, tossing the Caudillo Butterfly Bow back to Nydore.
Nydore caught the Caudillo Butterfly Bow in a daze. She stared blankly at the two strange people who had appeared out of nowhere, saved her, and then killed all of her enemies. She did not know how to react. Instead, she said, "Thank you for your help … Um … You are …?"
"We're safe now, aren't we?" The Fairy Walker, who had been watching the battle from the sidelines, was the first to respond. He turned to his son and the other archers to check on the situation. Then, he walked up to the three of them and asked, "That rain of arrows is a legendary technique of Nydore's House of Breezes. But I heard that apart from the ancestor who created this move, there is only one person in the entire Breezy Family who has mastered it … "
"Huh?!" Nydore was taken aback. As a member of the new generation of the Breezes, she had heard a lot of old stories about the Breezes. "You … Are you the legendary great-aunt of mine?" she asked, incredulous.
"I thought you'd recognize me right away!" The Fairy Walker said unhappily. She walked up to Nydore and patted her on the head. "You're such a clumsy child …"
"Alright, alright. Let's talk about the old days when we get back. Time is of the essence," Baiyi said. He was afraid that the two of them would lose track of time as they reminisced about the past. The situation was not looking good, and the danger was not over yet.
It had been four hours since Eom Village had been attacked by a forbidden spell. Baiyi, the Fairy Walker, and Nydore had been ambushed. Nydore and the others had been fighting and fleeing at the same time. It had taken Baiyi such a long time to arrive at the village. First, Nydore had run quite a distance, so it took her some time to get here. Second, Baiyi had run into some trouble along the way.
Not long after they discovered the strange dragon scale, Baiyi and Nydore were ambushed by a group of people. The attackers were not strong, and they posed no threat to Baiyi. Baiyi retaliated, but the attackers seemed to have lost their will to fight. They turned tail and ran. Baiyi had no choice but to spend a little more time and effort to eliminate these people.
He had already encountered three similar ambushes and obstructions along the way, and each time, the ambushers managed to attract his attention, only to be defeated in an instant. Baiyi could not just leave these people alone, so he had no choice but to get rid of them as soon as possible.
Then, the Scholar in the Void made some breakthroughs in the runes on the dragon scale. Although the runes on the dragon scale looked strange, it was actually a more complicated detection rune. It was a very common detection rune, used to monitor all kinds of situations within a certain range.
Baiyi suddenly thought of something, and he quickly turned around and tried to contact his students. However, his communication spell was blocked, and he could not reach them at all! Even the monitoring spells on the hammerhead shark plushie were no longer working. Baiyi quickly tried to sense the Cleric Walker's status, and he found that the Cleric Walker was also in combat mode. The Fairy Walker told him that the Caudillo Butterfly was getting more and more aggressive, which meant that Nydore's situation was not looking good.
Baiyi found himself in a dilemma. On one side, he had to deal with the Caudillo Butterfly and his new granddaughter, Nydore. On the other side, he had to deal with his student and his precious daughter. He was stuck in the middle of all of them, and he was constantly being ambushed and harassed by people who were trying to buy him time.
To make matters worse, Mia was trapped in some kind of barrier, which prevented Baiyi from teleporting back to the Void.
After a brief moment of panic, Baiyi quickly calmed down. He noticed that the Cleric Walker's emotions were still stable, and he did not return to the Void to ask for help. This meant that the Cleric Walker's situation was still manageable. Furthermore, the Great Druid and the mysterious Mr. Bear were still there. Therefore, Baiyi made up his mind and rushed to Nydore's aid.
Judging from the current results, his judgment was probably correct, right?
"Tell me everything that happened. Be quick and brief," Baiyi said to Nydore.
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