Arya's magical light arrow struck the back of the monster's hand.

The alchemical creature that the poison vine called a loser had just slapped a huge palm on the ground and raised a wisp of green smoke burned by divine damage, and the strange and twisted monster let out a low "Hmm" from the cracked mouth on the big head, and the eyes on the side of the mouth turned to the side to relock onto Arya who had rolled to the side, and the other big hand that moved to the side of the body continued to wave towards Arya.

The loser's movements are more agile and swift than the elf girl imagined.

Its door-like slap swept towards the place where the elf girl was, and Arya heard a sharp wind blowing towards her ears, feeling that this time she might not have enough time to withdraw in time to withdraw from the range of the loser's slap, and immediately hurriedly used the scimitar in her right hand to block forward.

But it is clearly impossible for her strength to compete head-on with the loser.

As a result, only a "ding" sound was heard, like the crisp sound of a metal sheet being knocked away.

The elven girl felt her wrist tingle, and the scimitar in her hand was immediately blown away by the loser's hand.

Because of the inability to dodge, although she herself should have barely blocked in time and was not directly injured, she also flew out in the same direction as the scimitar that was still in her hand a second ago, and then hit the trunk of a tree around the basin with a muffled "bang".

"Ahem......"

Arya felt a sweetness in her throat, and a mouthful of blood immediately choked out of her mouth.

Her back was pressed against a thick tree trunk, and she quickly fell back to the ground along the surface of the trunk, her legs limping to the ground.

"I'm sorry, Miss Elf, I think I forgot to introduce you to this child." After commanding the loser to slap Arya away, the poison vine sat on the loser's shoulder and looked at the elven girl who fell from the trunk of the tree. "This kid is my work, an alchemical creature, and I named it the Loser because it was really just a failure that didn't live up to my expectations...... But it's enough to get rid of you. ”

As the words fell, the Patriarchess, who was sitting on the shoulders of the loser, had a prickly smile on her face and ordered the monster named the loser to carry her weight. Continue to move towards Arya.

The elven girl felt a little unconscious.

She furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head fiercely, then opened her eyes suddenly, raised her head and glanced at the poisonous vines and losers who were approaching her, and then she didn't even bother to pick up the crossbow that had fallen to the side when she hit the tree, and then she got up from the ground with a tumbling roll, and then turned around and shook off a half-man-high bush of grass and ran into the woods behind her.

"Do you want to escape, little girl?" Looking at the back of the elf girl who turned her head back into the woods, the poisonous vine tilted her head with interest. "But that's okay...... Loser, pursuit! ”

"Mmmm

……

Arya gritted her teeth and endured the sharp pain coming from her back and inside her as she ran through the trees of the dagger forest, the elves on either side of her hair sharpened their ears and carefully watched the movement of the monster named Loser from behind her, and the hot and cold sweat had somehow completely soaked a set of shirts under her leather armor.

After receiving a battering ram-like blow from the loser, the elf girl was now aware of her reckless behavior dozens of seconds ago. But for a reason she couldn't avoid, she had no intention of evacuating at this time, but still wanted to kill the shepherd priestess known as the poisonous vine. So she chose to lure her opponent into the terrain environment that she was better at, and then look for an opportunity to kill him.

The jungle environment has a natural affinity for elves born in the forests of the Far South.

In the history of the Third Age of Ferdia, the Elven Emperor Tirawen Golden Leaf from the Far South Forest led an elven army dominated by rangers and druids to unify the loosely centralized forest kingdom, and then relied on a peculiar tactic to rapidly expand the kingdom's territory to the plains north of the forest, so that the elven kingdom he unified eventually grew from a kingdom to a vast empire.

The tactics used by the Tiraman Emperor to expand his territory are roughly analyzed, in fact, using the natural magic mastered by many high-level druids. Cause the vegetation of the forest to grow and spread wildly to the area north of the Far South Forest, then send the elite ranger troops on the back of unicorns to the front line to launch a conquest attack on any alien race that dares to hinder the expansion of the forest.

The high-ranking elven rangers relied on the unicorns under their seats to maintain great mobility in dense forest environments, and their precise riding and archery skills caused their enemies to die before they could get close to them with arrows through the throat.

Deeply struck by this history, some human historians of the Fourth Age have put forward a hypothesis. If the current elven armies were as brave as the horsemen of the time of Emperor Tiramun, then another emperor who was also worthy of the word greatness in their minds, Alexios I of the Faentan Empire, might not be able to lead a human army to drive the elves from the southern coast of the St. Flen Sea back to the Far South Forest.

Regardless, most of the area in the Dagger Forest could be considered a perfect home for Arya to play to her advantage.

With a sense of familiarity with the jungle environment and her birth, she turned back on the way to run, her emerald green eyes with the help of a low-light vision to catch out the poisonous vine sitting on the loser's shoulder from the bushes in the distance behind her, and then she made a sharp stop and a side leap and rolled under her feet to hide in the grass beside her very smoothly, and as she entered the grass, she turned her back and untied the giant crossbow on her back, which she usually used very often.

The elven girl who was the inaugural witcher held her breath and held back the pain on her body, and held the giant crossbow in her hand firmly in front of her eyes to aim.

In the seclusion of this environment, she believes that the perception of the loser will not find out about herself quickly, and that the time left for her to snipe will become very abundant.

As soon as the poisonous vine entered her range, she was confident that she would immediately shoot an arrow through the woman's eyebrows!

"Dad, Mom, Brother...... I'll be able to avenge you right away. The elven girl only used her nose to breathe at a minimum frequency, silently chanted a phrase in her mind, and then focused all her attention on aiming.

For the first time, perhaps she didn't realize it, a latent force in her body showed signs of awakening, and that potential was almost about to break through a bottleneck and turn into her innate ability to completely awaken from her slumber. (To be continued.) )