The elf struggled to control his urge to rush forward, and he knew he had to move away from the front line - distracting his opponent with his musket.

At the same time, it can also attract the pursuit of the enemy.

When humans made muskets, the elves used to look down on this kind of iron pipe, because in the beginning, muskets could only hit a few dozen yards, and further afield, even the best marksmen could only control them to hit the land under their feet.

But with the change of time, the history of human muskets began to make great strides, and it only took a hundred years for humans to share the latest muskets with the dwarves, which were the kind of muskets that could hit two hundred yards or even farther away, and there were even some rangers in the elven kingdom who had seen muskets in the hands of humans and dwarves that could fight four hundred yards.

There were very, very few of them, and they seemed to be counted on a broken finger—only four.

A legendary dwarven hunter who was said to have been named after him by his adoptive father, Karl was in the hands of the dwarven hunter Carl Mithril - a legendary dwarven hunter who had an unhappy childhood, his village was slaughtered by Chaos, an unidentified legendary craftsman raised him until he became an adult, and built a musket for him, and now he leads a dwarven patrol in the Central Mountains, vowing to kill all unsolicited Chaos.

In the hands of the legendary penislator of the Just Church, human Jean-Fabier Renaud, he was the adopted son of the legendary craftsman, but unlike Karl, he had a happy childhood, as the third son of the Count of Reno, he had a small fief, but when he became an adult, he rejected the fief and became a substitute, he also had a musket in his hand, and it was said that a shooting from five hundred yards away was related to him, but he never admitted it.

One is in the hands of the legendary tree herder, Rosa Green Sea, she is an abandoned half-elf, with the appearance of a wood elf, but there is a human father, the craftsman took her home, taught her to hunt, taught her to kill, after adulthood, this wood elf returned to the sea of trees, became a shepherd, her piety moved the goddess of nature, and the musket in her hand is the biggest nightmare in the hearts of all the destroyers in the sea of trees.

The last one...... In the hands of elves.

Or rather, a relic that the elf had received from his mentor.

His mentor was a High Elf, the apprentice of His Excellency, and he was the first Elven marksman among the High Elves to start wielding a musket, and the Mentor would often say that his Mentor told them that if people could not look forward and move forward, they would be destroyed.

The elf didn't know if his mentor was right, because he waited for his own destruction - the High Elf's Pure Council banished him, and after all these years of living in the human world, the Mentor said that he had never resent the Pure Council, because every race has its own way of living, and he was free from the race and turned his back on the high elves' natural ways.

So, when the Mentor was about to die, he gave the musket to the elves.

Child, take it with you and face the world...... I'm sorry, I can't hunt with you anymore.

These were the last words spoken by the instructor.

It is also the driving force that drives the survival of elves.

The paladins of humanity have set their souls on fire, and the elves have seen members of the Church of Justice despise their lives on more than once, but they are amazing humans, because few humans would give up the right to live in order to save others.

He slew a Chaos, and the Spectral Sword ignored the heavy armor of the Chaos Samurai and slashed the Chaos Warrior's armor apart.

To the elf's surprise, the second kill was in the hands of the kid named Marin, perhaps because he thought it was too weak, and the Chaos Warriors sent only one of the skinniest members to kill him, but when the cub showed its fangs, Chaos realized that the hunter and the prey had switched places in an instant.

………………

A hammer broke Chaos in front of him, and Marlin turned the hammer and stabbed the tip under the handle into the helmet-shaped observation slit of Chaos as he knelt on the ground.

The sheer size of the Chaos helmet made the observation slit on the Chaos helmet too large, so that there was no way to stop it, and the silver-oozing tip pierced through the Chaos head.

Flipping the wailing chaos belt to the ground, Marin raised his hammer and smashed the chaotic head to the ground.

Eight of the ten Chaos rushed closer, two were casting spells in the rear, and someone had already been killed in battle—the dwarf thought that the shield in his hand could block the slashing sword, but he didn't think that there was something wrong with the sword—and the chaos that used it split the dwarf and shield in half.

The mercenary captain and the halfling barely fought against the two Chaos with the help of the healer, the spirit of the paladin cut down one Chaos, and then fought with the two Chaos, one was chasing the elves, Marlin hammered one to death, and the chaos that killed the dwarves immediately rushed towards Marin.

Seeing him raise his sword, Marin took a step back, grabbed the rope, and grabbed the four-barreled shotgun in his hand.

Pulling the trigger hard, four single-headed bullets flew out of the muzzle, opening four holes in the breastplate of this chaos - although the steel core armor could only penetrate the armor in front of it, it was enough to inflict fatal damage on this chaos.

The gunfire attracted the attention of a Chaos Warlock, and the Chaos Ball in its hand was thrown directly at Marin, and Marin, who could not catch the ball with his face, naturally fled quickly.

The paladin slashed the second Chaos at this point, and the mercenary captain was slashed to the ground by Chaos, and his sword stabbed into one of Chaos's necks.

Marlin stuffed two one-headed rounds into his gun as he rolled, and stood up and opened fire on the Chaos Warlock.

The Chaos Warlock used his longsword to block the flying bullets.

While Marlin was dumbfounded, the warlock pointed at Marin.

Subconsciously lowered his head, and a black ray passed through the original position of Marin's head.

Marlin wants to scold his mother - what a monster! Use the sword in your hand to block this large-caliber one-headed bullet?!

But the truth was that Marlin managed to attract the attention of another warlock, and it was only then that Marlin noticed that there was another Chaos next to the elf - unlike its friends, the extra Chaos was wearing leather armor and looked like a thief or assassin or something.

Marin pulled his revolver from his waist and shot the Assassin out of the nest in one fell swoop.

The Chaos Assassin, who was originally chasing the elves, did not expect that a little cub would pull out a revolver in the chaos and set fire to himself, and after collecting all the bullets as ordered, this Chaos fell to the ground and began to spontaneously combust - Marin used the Silver Blessing Inscription Bullet this time, and just this time it directly hit hundreds of pieces.

But it's worth the money, Marlin thought, dropping the revolver in his hand and jumping over the dead tree, which was destroyed by the rays and psionic fireballs in the hands of the two warlocks.

The elves, apparently noticing Marlin's movements, punched the unlucky boy who tried to slash him but couldn't actually cut him out in the crooked neck with the butt of his rifle, and then raised his gun to shoot one of the warlocks.

Just as the elf slipped his target into the hole, the pain from his waist and abdomen caused the elf to wail, and as he fell to the ground, he noticed the Chaos Assassin pulling the dagger from the wound in his waist.