The fog is unsettling. Especially when you can't find the direction you want to go in the fog. It's a strange thing, isn't it? The lantern in Cheese's hand can provide such a large space without fog, but Wu Qi, who knows the neighborhood well, can't recognize their direction. At first, the mage even suspected that the other party had done it on purpose, deliberately not wanting them to come near the agreed location. But then, after they tried to get back to the starting point and found nothing there, he realized that this was not the case.

"We entered a special place. The mage said and stopped, the lantern in his hand swaying slightly, and the shadows of several people swaying, "This is not the grassland we are familiar with. This fog takes us somewhere somewhere between the real and the unreal. Be careful, skinners shouldn't have such means. ”

Cheese was sure to say this, because he had been in such a situation more than once. In his experience, this widespread fog often means that the person who lays the fog has a clear goal, and he does not want his target to escape or be disturbed. The question now is whether the mage and his team are targeted, or if they are just unlucky people who have strayed into the fog and are innocently implicated. Of course, soon Cheese won't have to guess that anymore.

"Ding!" The crisp sound was accompanied by fleeting sparks, and before everyone could react, Lothar had drawn his tomahawk and single-handedly flicked an arrow from the mist. But this was only the beginning, short black arrows began to fly in all directions, and the Count blocked the first few arrows with keen insight, but a dark arrow from his blind spot looked like it was about to pierce his back!

"Stand in a circle, Batu will take the shaman behind us!" In fact, there is no need for the earl's command, the boy who grew up in the steppe naturally knows what he should do. Batu shielded Wu Qi with his short sword while cautiously observing the location of the arrows shot from the fog. The number of enemies is not much, at least not more than twenty, otherwise even if a person with high martial arts skills is shot in one round, he will inevitably be hit by arrows without a suitable shield and cover.

"There are seven!" "There are seven guys who shoot arrows!" Almost at the same time, Batu and Atta said the same result. This makes the information they get about enemy archers quite reliable. But knowing the number of opponents was not enough, and although it was within the illuminated range of Dawn's Breath, the range of the bow and arrow exceeded the distance of fifty paces. Their enemies remain hidden in the fog. Coupled with the fact that the arrows come from all directions, rushing over to engage your opponent will only expose your companions and your backs to the range of other archers.

Fortunately, archery is not the preserve of the attackers. Batu's bow was always on his side, and after placing the shaman, he took off the short bow as soon as possible, bending it and shooting without hurrying to shoot. He knew that the odds of a hit were slim to none, so the Eagles had to wait for their time before the wind turned in their favor.

The time soon came, and an arrow shot out of the fog, aiming at the lantern on the top of the gray robe's wooden staff! Cheese's eyes had begun to glow, his vision was beyond the range of the human eye, and although it was not yet enough to cover all directions, it was not easy to sneak up on him. The arm swayed slightly, and the lantern at the top of the wooden staff swayed, "Ding!" The arrow struck the eaves of the lantern stand and bounced open, the lamp made by the dwarves had a hardness comparable to that of a weapon, and in fact the Breath of Dawn could be used as a flail's hammer in terms of quality alone.

"Medium!" Batuu's eagle feather arrows flew out with his low shout, and the hunters who domesticated the falcons believed that arrows made from the feathers dropped by their companions would hit every shot. This is certainly a good wish, but with the protection of the spirits, who can say it clearly?" A loud eagle whistle rang in Batuu's ears, and Naren was not here, but he seemed to see his companion pointing the way for his arrows.

"Gurg!" a strange scream came from the depths of the mist, encouraging and confusing at the same time, the Skinskin Man would not let out such a scream.

"Be careful!" the swordswoman looked hesitant at the scream, and her hesitation allowed the arrows fired at her to pass through the range that the Puzzler could stop. Lothar didn't care about anything else, and in desperation, she reached out and tried to grab the arrow in the air. In a sense, he succeeded. The short black arrow stopped a few centimeters from Atta's neck. But at the cost, the earl's palm was cut by the arrow several times, and the blood dripped down the gap between the fingertips, showing a terrifying blue-black color.

Poison on the arrow. Lothar could see that the veins in her hands were turning blue-black at a rate visible to the naked eye. Just as he was considering whether to cut off his arm to stop the spread of the toxin, something strange happened, and the spread of the discolored blood was halted when it reached the place where the tattoo on his hand was. Not only that, but the tattoo on Lothar's hand began to greedily absorb the toxins in his veins like a brown bear awakening from hibernation, and when he threw away the arrow in his hand, his hand had already returned to its original shape.

"Looks like this thing isn't strong enough. The Count shrugged, ignoring the toxin on it, and the power of the small arrow was not worth mentioning.

"It's purple shirts. Our opponent is the Yew Man!" Atta stared at the arrows thrown to the ground and the blue-black bloodstains.

As if to confirm her claim, the fog at the edge of the lantern illuminated the range began to surge, and some slender figures that looked two meters tall gradually became clear from the fog. Dressed in old-fashioned leather armor and bark-colored shirts, these slender men have exposed skin with dry and distinct furrows, more like the skin of a tree than a human. At the same time, the eyes of these creatures do not resemble normal creatures, they are simply two orbs embedded in the grooves of the face, with an amber color.

Cheese shrugged at the sight of the so-called yew men. Now he knew who he was targeting. Yew people, the most well-known of the elves, even when most of the elves are not well known, they or they often appear in legends around the world. A large part of the archetypes of the trees described as motile have been identified by the Grey Robes as Yew Man.

This also explains the venom used on their arrows, although these guys are not directly related to the Purple Shirt tree from the outside, their fingertips do secrete the same toxin as the needles and bark of the Purple Shirt. It is an unusually deadly toxin, and in areas where purple shirts naturally grow, livestock die after ingesting a small amount of purple shirt bark.

"They rushed over and protected the wounded!"