It turns out that no matter how fast the goblin reacts, he can't dodge the arrows that are close at hand. The fat goblin chief shook his body hard, trying to dodge the flying arrows with this antics of his ability.

But the truth was cruel, his hopes were dashed, and two arrows hit his fat-filled belly impartially. His fat did not provide the slightest cushion, and the chief let out a wail as the arrows entered the flesh, and his body fell to the ground limp.

However, his vitality is tenacious, and even after being shot through the stomach, he can still let out small moans.

While Charlotte was shooting arrows, the rest of the men began their own battles. Everyone's opponent is different, and Russell is facing the goblin chief who has sneaked up on him earlier, a goblin chief who is dressed like a hunter.

The two of them didn't immediately move like the others, but instead stared at each other motionlessly, quietly waiting for the other to attack.

Russell knew very well that the hunter had lost two life-saving items, but he still had Dawn in his hands, and Russell had a great advantage in hand-to-hand combat, and Russell had to keep a distance from his opponent.

However, the hunter is cunning, and he may be hiding deadly tricks. Russell thought to himself that he didn't have much actual combat experience, and it seemed that he still had to rely on the length advantage of the Dawn sword body to quickly force in front of the opponent, and it was best to be able to deliver a fatal blow, so that there would be no worries.

On the other hand, the hunter was also observing Russell's equipment, and the morning light in Russell's hand was slightly shining, which was very conspicuous. The hunter saw at a glance that this sword was not an ordinary thing, and he was secretly shocked in his heart, what kind of treasure is this? Even in the abyss, he had never seen a long sword containing so much light power! It was simply impossible, how could such a weapon appear in this world without magic!

The hunter's narrow eyes narrowed, he had already made up his mind to kill the human in front of him and take this treasure over, maybe this was his chance to soar in the abyss!

Thinking of this, the hunter finally couldn't hold back his shot. With a flip of his palm, he took out three throwing knives, which were in a very unique format, forming the shape of a crescent moon.

The hunter flicked his wrist, and saw three throwing knives stabbing towards Russell's face like meteors.

Russell, of course, was not going to sit still, and picked up Dawn and swung it forward to shoot down the incoming throwing knife.

However, the trajectory of the flying knife did not directly hit his face door as Russell imagined, but suddenly changed the direction of flight about three meters away from him, and scattered to the left and right of Russell.

What's the matter? Did the enemy throw the throwing knife? Russell thought in surprise as he pressed the morning light across his chest.

The hunter was not surprised to see that his flying knife had deviated from its trajectory, but he took out a packet of medicine from his waist and swallowed it into his mouth in one gulp, the hunter's face immediately began to turn red, and even his breathing became heavier, and his body became larger after a few seconds.

The hunter waited until the effect of the medicine had completely applied to his body, and after enduring the pain of the effect, he silently drew his broadsword from his back and pounced on Russell.

The hunter was so fast that he lowered his body and stepped out, and in the blink of an eye, he had sprinted ten meters away, and stabbed Russell with his short sword in his right hand, which was still moving.

This was the first time Russell had encountered such a fast enemy, and there must have been something wrong with the medicine he had just taken to make him burst out with such speed.

There was no time for Russell to think too much, Russell stepped and directly held the morning light and cut it off, drawing a semicircular light in the air.

The hunter had already rushed to Russell's side, and he didn't want to retreat, so the broadsword in his hand changed to a block, trying to fight the knife to resist the slash of the morning light.

The broadsword in the hunter's hand is not an ordinary weapon, it is engraved with 'sharp' runes by the mage when it is forged, and ordinary weapons can only be cut off immediately if they touch his short sword.

With such confidence, the hunter dared to use his short sword to fight the dawn.

The moment the two touched, there was a piercing sound of swords in the air, as if challenged, and suddenly the morning light bloomed with a dazzling light, like a floating ribbon wrapped around the hunter's short sword.

Under the hunter's incredulous gaze, his beloved broadsword cracked from the inside out, and then the broadsword exploded as if it had been hit hard by a blow with a piercing sound, and most of the fragments of the broadsword pierced his right hand, and a few fragments pierced his face, and even a small fragment jumped into one of his eyes.

The hunter let out a scream and fell to his knees, covering his bleeding left eye despite the pain in his right hand, and shivering and gasping for air.

Russell was surprised to reclaim Dawn, the first battle he had ever fought with Dawn in the true sense of the word. Russell never thought that Dawn would have such a powerful power, and in the past, in the hands of the cuckoo, it was at most a sword that could glow.

"Ahem!" the hunter knelt on the ground and coughed, but a smile of tribulation appeared on his face, "Human, do you think you are the last victor? No, you are finished!"

Charlotte, who was closest to Russell, ran to the place where Russell had fought after finishing the battle. As if she had seen something unbelievable, her sky-blue eyes widened, and she shouted at Russell, who knew nothing, "Russell, watch out behind you!"