For no reason, Byron suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart. If the enemy can play with the hunting party once or twice, then who can be sure that there will not be a third? If the able-bodied deputy leader of the adventurers knew what Murphy's Law was, he would probably be able to deduce from it that his ineffable subtle premonitions were actually supported by some kind of "scientific" basis.

Adventurers look down on life and death, but it is difficult to accept meaningless casualties. As a profession that relies on selling its combat power and even its life for a living, the loss of no gain is undoubtedly the most unsuccessful "business". Despite Byron's doubts, he did not stop the hunting party from plotting a counterattack, because all the losses suffered by the hunting party so far had nothing to do with him.

Because your own men are fine, do you want to stop us from recovering some interest for our fallen comrades first!?

Byron knew that making such a statement would only isolate and ostracize him and his companions as "outliers" among the already complex forces, and that there were things that didn't really need any reason, as long as most people didn't like you, you would be the vanguard of the siege.

After a brief discussion, the team decided to split up two hundred men, even if it seemed a bit of a fuss, to make sure to take down the insidious shooters who had been annoying like flies around them, and the remaining two hundred men were responsible for guarding the team's harvest for most of the day. Because of the worry in his heart, Byron chose to stay where he was and wait for the change. Food, and even the distribution of wealth after the breach, were used as capital to motivate adventurers to fight. The first sight of Byron's entire team was not on these things, and although it was inevitable that some people under his command would make some moves, out of long-term trust in the two leaders, no one would raise objections when the situation was still unclear.

Although he was uneasy, Byron kept convincing himself in his heart that there were scouts of his own side on the bank of the river for more than ten miles nearby, and the demons on the other side of the river could not send reinforcements to the west bank of the river without being discovered. Judging from the current situation, there should only be a few small scout teams from Andrarui scattered on the west bank, and although this forest on the west bank of the Emerald River can lurk a large number of troops, it is difficult to maintain the supply of the army without showing its feet. Whether it's hunting, campfire smoke or relying on Andrarui for logistical support, the number of lurking people reaches a certain size is bound to leave some traces that can be detected. Judging from the movements caused by the activities of the 400-strong hunting team in the forest, the opponent's strength hidden in this forest must be very limited!

Most seasoned hunters agree that in order to remain hidden under their noses, the enemy's scouts should not be too many, or a few dozen.

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As a result, the hunting party continued to maintain a dispersed formation in search of prey, and those assigned to stay behind to guard the prey also moved with the group at a cautious pace. Until the enemy attacks again and exposes themselves, everyone maintains the appearance of business as usual. Byron didn't think that this would really make the attackers let their guard down, and he had a strange premonition in his heart that even if the whole hunting party was gathered in a posture of being ready to fight, the archers who were hiding in the shadows would not stop easily.

Fortunately, the camouflage of the team did not last long, and there were expected attacks on the periphery. The wait before the enemy moves is the moment that makes Byron feel the most tormented, and now that the other party has been exposed as expected, the battle that has been launched is no longer something that can be controlled by a few people alone. Like all those who remain entrenched, Byron can only wait for the outcome of the battle.

At the moment when the attack was discovered, the originally dispersed team launched a large-scale pursuit in the direction where the enemy's traces were revealed. More than half of the adventurers immediately left behind their inconsequential burdens, and only held the weapons and equipment necessary for battle, and poured into the dense jungle like enraged swarms!

The remaining half of the warriors were left to guard what their companions had left behind, and the number of them was also about two hundred, so as to avoid the enemy hiding in the shadows, so as to avoid the importance of the enemy, it was easier to choose. In the imagination of most people, the strength of the enemy who has never dared to fight their own side must be far inferior to their own, as long as they can successfully pull their tails, no matter what, they can tear off a handful of hair!

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The enemy's backs were hidden in the trees, and the view between the trees was not very good, but the shrubs on the woodland under the shade of the trees were very sparse, which allowed the pursuers who followed them to decide their own pursuit route in an instant.

Adventurers at the front are almost always armed with wooden shields, and once they can determine the direction in which the arrows are coming, they have enough reaction time to dodge or block them, so that the enemy's attacks can easily miss. Those fleeing archers in confusion did not have the extra energy to thwart the pursuit of adventurers with sharp arrows, and there were so many enemies that the sporadic shooting of only three or five people could not stop so many pursuers!

While there aren't many annoying bushes along the way, the roots and vines hidden beneath the foliage leave some adventurers unfamiliar with the jungle behind. As the master of the Whispering Forest, those long, handsome ears do have something more than humans can match. The figures not far ahead, walking among the jungles as if on flat ground.

Although the overall pursuit speed of the human race was not comparable to that of the fleeing elves in front, the number of more than two hundred was enough to make up for their lack in this regard. The dozen or twenty adventurers who clung to the other party were all good at footwork, and as long as the other party showed a little fatigue, these hungry wolf-like pursuers behind them would pounce on them and tear them all to pieces!

The lean warrior who was running at the front saw one of the elves suddenly fall on his heels, and after quickly getting up, his running posture was a little reluctant, and in order to cover the elf whose speed was beginning to decline, his companions had to stop from time to time and turn around to block the pursuers who were rushing forward with arrows. The human adventurer knows that the time is coming to grab the other person's tail, and if only one person slows down the escapees, the elves who cannot abandon their companions will all be buried here because of their weakness.

The fourth time he avoided the oncoming arrows, even the approaching pursuers inevitably became impatient. Just a few elves, even a team of two hundred people in pursuit, I don't know if there are any women among those figures who can sell a lot of money in the city-state, thinking of the scene of the crowd surrounding a beautiful elf to vent their anger, the adventurer who has not touched a woman for a long time can't help but speed up a little.

The back of the enemy is already clearly visible!

The pursuer, who was panting loudly, even saw a tall figure in a bun behind his head, and hurriedly glanced at his companion who was following him, and only a dozen steps away allowed him to shake out the shield in his left hand with a vicious breath in his chest...... Naturally, the hurried throw failed to hit the target he hoped for, and it was surprising that the female elf he was staring at suddenly stopped her steps.

Do you already know that you can't run away?" thought to himself, and the pursuer instantly set up a posture to dodge the arrows. The elven ranger with long brown hair and dark green pupils turned around and pulled away from the day job in his hand as expected, but there was an incomprehensible smile on his beautiful face.

The moment the bowstring fluttered, the keen reflex nerve allowed him to avoid the fatal arrow at a distance of only a dozen steps, only to cause a slight abrasion on the arm, and the companion next to the female elf, who also stopped, took aim at the other companions on the left and right of the pursuer, three of whom were damaged to varying degrees.

The highly nervous pursuer didn't have the heart to comprehend the meaning of the female ranger's smile, he clenched the short sword in his hand, and the lean human who was gasping loudly as he continued to run after the chase was now his only purpose was to rush up and subdue the seductive-looking female elf, and then vent all the unhappiness he had suffered today on her!

The lack of oxygen in the brain and the obsession in the heart made the adventurers who chased all the way ignore a very obvious strangeness - the elves who fled in embarrassment still maintained a relatively calm aura at this time, and their expressions were calm, not at all as if they had been cornered.

At this time, the adventurer who felt that he had seized the opportunity didn't think much about it, he instantly raised his speed to the extreme, and the only purpose of the human in the rush was to subdue the target in his eyes before the opponent's second shot!

The black shadow like a flying locust appeared out of thin air, whistling down from the canopy of the surrounding trees, and the wretched rolling of the limit did not allow him to avoid all the sharp arrows, and the adventurer's thighs and abdomen were nailed to the ground by arrows from above, and the human whose mind was blank heard the cries of his companions.

The human who had been warned by the "Enemy Attack—— was pierced in the right shoulder with a spear thrown through the shoulder, and the tremendous penetrating force instantly knocked him to the ground.

The pursuers behind began to hastily adjust their pace and distance from their companions, and were only a few dozen paces away from the elven archers who stood among the yellow leaves, and they struggled to identify the archers who were hiding on the branches, dressed in confusion, and undetected before they struck.

The assembled adventurers carefully estimated the range of the enemy, and prepared to force a decisive charge with arrows after all their companions behind them had caught up. A group of elves who can only use despicable means, they have long been convinced that they can firmly grasp the absolute dominance and advantage when the distance is closer.

Behind them, there were more than a hundred companions coming in this direction!

Most of them were still estimating the number of archers on the opposite side based on the density of their arrows before, but those on either side of the line spotted some unfamiliar figures a little earlier than the others, and they gathered from both sides of their own to trap the human vanguard who was confronting the rangers in the middle.

The tall and short enemies stepped out of the shadows of the trees, allowing the frightened human adventurers to finally see their appearance. The pursuit team had already arrived more than halfway through the procession, and the humans who were chilling in their hearts realized that their side did not seem to have an advantage in numbers.

Even more frightening than the numerical superiority was the fact that the teams of dwarves, orcs, and rumored demons on both sides were all fully armed, and their shiny armor looked even better than the guards of the lords of the city-states!

A young adventurer touched his leather armor that he could no longer see in its original color, and his eyes were full of confusion, he was wearing armor that he had purchased with a month's savings, which could effectively protect against the damage caused by the claws of beasts.

In the face of these enemies armed to the teeth in front of them, almost all human adventurers felt a deep malice from the tricks of fate. Thank you for your support~