In the early morning of the fourth day after the migration team left the Jondal Forest, the first attack of the human bandit group finally arrived. This is a thieves group with a size of a hundred people. Almost none of them rushed to the front of the relocation team before they were destroyed. In the end, only a few people escaped.
Whether it was Qin Lun, or the elf elders such as Adeline and Menon, they all underestimated the powerful combat power of the elves. Of course, this is also related to the lack of high-level force and elite equipment of the attacking bandit group. Ordinary human bandits really have no ability to resist under the precise shooting skills of the elves.
In fact, this group of robbers had been very clever to only target the end of the relocation team. However, the more than forty elves here just fired three salvos, leaving most of them on this land forever.
Although this is only a trivial victory, it still inspires everyone. At this time, even the most stable High Priest Menon began to look forward to annihilating the attackers and reaching Anker Forest without any casualties.
However, after just one day apart, the elves suffered a major setback. Also aimed at the end of the relocation team, another human mercenary group of more than two hundred people succeeded.
Although there were more than 50 corpses left behind, it was obvious that the bandits who had observed the previous battle had learned their wisdom this time. They drove the cattle purchased from the plains and villages, and rushed the ranks of the elves. He himself hid behind the herd of cattle, and in a sudden attack, took away more than ten elves, women and children.
The lesson this time made the elves unforgettable, and the mages and druids in the team no longer stingy with mana. Even in a dark night, the mages insisted on placing mage eyes around the team, while the druids changed into birds in batches, taking turns to go to the sky to warn of abnormal movements in the field.
However, extremes lead to opposites. As Qin Lun reminded at the beginning, the better the elves' defense measures are, the more they are forcing the human thieves, mercenaries, and dark organizations to unite. From a small group to a large group, from a harassing small group to a highly aggressive large group.
On the afternoon of the sixth day, less than a hundred miles away from the Naga Lake ferry, the attackers finally gave up their little harassment. More than ten thieves gathered together, and the total number of 2,000 robbers rushed towards the elf migration team aggressively.
This time it was no longer the tail of the team, or any part of the team. The human bandits launched an all-round attack on the elves. Almost every elf in the entire migration team was fighting. The sound of arrows piercing the air, the clash of swords, shouts and screams resounded on the plain rolling with golden waves of wheat.
The rhythmic sound of the "Puffy" bowstring is like a beautiful symphony. With the flash of every black streamer in the air, there must be a figure in a black cloak falling to the ground.
The blood gathered into a trickle along the gullies between the rice fields, and then slowly seeped into the soil under the waves of golden wheat. The nourished golden wheat rice became more and more vigorous, making a rustling sound in the morning wind, as if celebrating this unexpected event. "Extra meal".
Qin Lun was standing on top of a caravan. The big-horned deer pulling the caravan had already taken off its reins, and knelt and shrank to the back of the caravan, so as not to be accidentally injured by Liu Ya. In front of the young man, two elf teenagers with immature faces each held up an oak shield to protect his safety.
It is said to be a shield, but in fact this kind of oak shield is just an oak stake with the heart of the tree hollowed out. However, the oak tree's surface is as hard as iron, and its protection is better than the oil-seeping rattan shield, basically it is not afraid of ordinary arrows and swords.
Qin Lun did not reject the spontaneous behavior of the two elf teenagers, even though he did not need their cover. The awakening of the elf hunter's inheritance has fully developed the potential of his moonlight elf bloodline.
Gannett's left eye, wind element affinity, clock eye, detection halo, four abilities plus the combat model, allowed Qin Lun to build a three-dimensional defense circle.
Within a thousand meters, Qin Lun could clearly see the mating of two dragonflies. Within five hundred meters, the wind element can feed back any abnormalities to his ears.
At two hundred meters, the perception lines formed by the eyes of the clock are equivalent to some invisible tentacles. Qin Lun even felt that he could touch the enemy at this distance.
A little closer to within 100 meters, they are already within the range of the detection halo. Apart from stealth skills above level A or perception suppression at the legendary level, Qin Lun doesn't think there is anyone who can escape his detection.
Don't look at Qin Lun standing on the caravan, both conspicuous and coquettish, but there really is no attack that can hurt him. No matter how powerful and fast the arrow is, if the trajectory is seen through hundreds of meters away, then what is the point of this kind of attack.
There were three quiveres under his feet, one of which had become empty, and the other had only half of its arrows left. The condescending wide field of vision and the precise quick-firing method made Qin Lun look like an efficient killing machine, constantly spraying out arrows of death.
Most of the attackers and the black cloaks rushing in his direction had just stepped into Qin Lun's inner defense circle, and fell to the ground clutching the fine iron long arrow that pierced through their throats. At a distance of 100 to 150 meters, the corpses of the attackers were distributed in an arc-shaped ring, like a death field marked by a god of death.
Looking at the entire battlefield, Qin Lun's killing efficiency is almost ten times that of other elf rangers and hunters. This is not because he is better than those senior elf rangers and hunters, but because of his uniqueness.
Based on the experience of the previous raids, most of the robbers who attacked this time were fully equipped. Although they were not as armed to the teeth as the regular knights, most of the thieves who rushed to the front were equipped with round shields and leather armor. A few of the more affluent ones had heart guards and other things tied to their vital points, and even unqualified thieves wore several thick padded jackets outside their bodies, with some broken iron sheets lining their vital points.
Of course, this kind of protection is only enough to defend against the bone arrows of ordinary elves, the fine iron long arrows of high-level rangers and hunters, and even the piercing arrows with added fighting spirit.
The problem is that the piercing arrow consumes a lot, and even high-level hunters cannot use it continuously. Even Qin Lun and the elven female archer from the Lost Newcomers Group were not immune. They didn't care about the consumption of physical strength, but the apostle skills also had a cooling time limit.
Under this limitation, elf rangers and hunters generally have to engage in close combat with attackers after four or five arrows. On the entire battlefield, apart from the area where the high-level elf mages were located, the only elf hunter who could resist the enemy within a hundred meters was Qin Lun.
There are two reasons for this unique phenomenon. One Qin Lun's precise strike selection, with the help of his strong detection ability, he can basically know the strength of the attacker. He only attacked those low-level and average-skilled thieves, and deliberately missed the powerful attackers.
Those powerful attackers will naturally be dealt with by others. Don't forget that there is a seventh-level Shadow Gale Leopard beside Qin Lun, and there is also a powerful Elisine. After killing most of the ordinary thieves, even the nearby elf rangers subconsciously began to deal with the few strong men that Qin Lun deliberately missed.
Another reason is Qin Lun's combat model and weak point crosshair skills. Piercing Arrow does have a fairly long cooldown, almost 30 seconds. On a rapidly changing battlefield, 30 seconds is enough for an attacker to rush in front of Qin Lun.
The weak point crosshair is different. This passive skill, which is essentially calculated by the shooting unit, has neither energy consumption nor cooldown time. It just needs to fill in the environment and wind factors when using it. This is completely a piece of cake for Qin Lun, who has a high wind affinity.
Using the combat model and the weak point crosshairs, Qin Lun's long iron arrows shot through scattering and quick-fire skills almost have less than half the power of piercing arrows. Although it is not enough to shoot and kill the strong thieves who are protected by fighting spirit, but for ordinary thieves, it must be one arrow, and the string will kill everyone.
Qin Lun is very pragmatic. Unlike some flamboyant elf rangers, he shoots to find the eyes of the enemy, and does not attack the heart of the enemy who may be wearing a heart guard or a broken iron plate. He only shoots at one point, which is A throat or mouth that the enemy cannot defend.
The thieves are very interesting. When they charge, even if they carry the round shield, they will show their throats with the swing of their arms. And they like to yell loudly, as if this can make their gods protect their bodies. Whenever this happens, Qin Lun will smile and send the arrow into their big mouths, making them swallow back their ferocious screams.
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Graeme panted heavily and hopped away from the bear's paw. Immediately, with a kick of his right foot, he raised his two-handed sword and slashed fiercely at the arm of the black bear in front of him. It's just that a layer of earthy yellow light appeared on the bear's arm immediately, and the big sword seemed to be defeated. It only cut half an inch before being bounced back by the yellow glow.
hateful! Graeme cursed secretly, but felt a little helpless. The four-meter-tall giant bear in front of him was not a wild beast, but a genuine elf druid, and it seemed to be of a fairly high level.
Druids, a profession that combines spellcasting with physical attacks, are the most troublesome combatants of all melee professions. In the case of a similar rank, such a druid is simply a piece of nasty brown sugar, the attack power is not strong, but the endless auxiliary methods are enough to make people feel collapsed.
The large beast transformation with earth and wood magic makes Druid one of the best tanks. After adding bloodthirsty berserk magic, the medium-sized beast transforms, and the Druid has good attack and speed. The most troublesome thing is that druids also have good healing magic and enemy blocking magic, with excellent sustaining power, enough to kill the enemy.
Natural healing, entanglement of trees and vines, wild summoning... As the head of the "Vampire Blade" mercenary group and a high-level swordsman, Graham, from the excitement at the beginning of the battle, to the helplessness now, can be regarded as a thorough experience of Germany. The difficulty of Ruy's career.
In fact, Graeme had a vague feeling that the Druid on the opposite side was stronger than him, and he was no stranger to combat, and he was very skilled in casting spells. The only shortcoming might be that he lacked experience in dealing with humanoid creatures and fighting martial arts.
However, even this shortcoming was slowly made up for in this matchup. After playing for more than ten minutes, Graeme finally gave up. Although he had no time to pay attention to the surrounding situation, the experienced leader of the thieves still felt that the situation was not good through the less and less fighting sounds.
"Drink!" Graeme's two-handed sword glowed with a strong white glow, and he slashed forward, a huge half-moon-shaped sword qi slashed straight at the giant bear druid. And he himself took advantage of a leap, dragging the big sword in both hands to retreat, and the peripheral vision from the corner of his eyes swept to the sides to observe the fighting situation of the thieves companions.
After seeing it, Graeme's expression changed drastically, and he realized that there were not many "Vampire Blade" companions left.
In the area near him, the corpses of "Blade of Vampire" and another mercenary group "Claw of the Wolf" were strewn all over the place. In particular, there is a battlefield two hundred meters away on the left, where there are a total of more than one hundred and fifty corpses, forming a strange circular arc three hundred meters long and fifty meters wide.
The corpses piled up in this death field accounted for almost half of the two mercenary regiments.
At the diagonal centerpiece of this circle of corpses is an elven caravan. At this time, hundreds of elves had gathered around the caravan, most of them were old people, women and children. On top of the caravan stood a silver-haired elf in green leather armor, holding a brown oak longbow in his hand, and his archery movements carried a sense of elegance and beauty.
Unlike the other elves on the battlefield, this silver-haired elf always had a gentle smile on his face during the battle, and a trace of imperceptible indifference in his calm eyes, which made Graeme, who had bloody hands, feel chills in his heart.
As the head of the Thieves Group, he had seen this kind of look in the eyes of those evil mages of the Zhentarim Society. It was the cruelty that regarded all life as ants and domestic animals. In the eyes of such a person, there is no pity or sympathy.
"How could there be such a person among the elves?" Graham was greatly surprised.
In the mind of the leader of "Vampire Blade", there is a vague guess that he himself can't believe. The pile of corpses formed around this elf caravan should be the "masterpiece" of this silver-haired elf. He shot and killed half of the ordinary members of "Vampiric Blade" and "Claw of the Wolf" by himself.
Perhaps it was because the ordinary members of the two mercenary regiments had all suffered casualties, the silver-haired elves began to turn their attention to the few remaining strong mercenaries on the battlefield. At this time, he was cooperating with two elf rangers to deal with Schlieffen, the leader of the "claw of the wolf".
Schlieffen is an intermediate mage who has reached the pinnacle of the sixth ring, and is only half a step away from a senior mage. His strength is actually stronger than Graham, a senior swordsman. This time, it teamed up with the "Vampire Blade" to attack the migration team of the moon elves, and the "Claw of the Wolf" was still the leader.
With Schlieffen's strength, it was more than enough to deal with the two elf rangers, but because of the existence of the silver-haired elf, it made him unable to move an inch, and he was extremely embarrassed.
It was very rare for Graeme to see Schlieffen wearing two layers of magic hoods. Although the archer profession had some restraint on magicians, the magic hoods of six-ring mages were actually enough to defend against the piercing arrows of most elf hunters.
Even the enchanted arrows of high-level hunters can't shoot through this kind of magic shield with one arrow, so there is no need to specially consume mana to arrange the next two layers of magic shield. However, Graeme understood Schlieffen's approach after only watching the battle twice.
The silver-haired elf's arrows were not in a hurry, and the rate of fire was not very fast. But what's weird is that the silver-haired elf seems to be able to find the elemental resonance frequency in the ripples that followed the magic hood, and an average of three arrows can shoot through a layer of magic hood, and it's not using piercing arrows. It was as if the silver-haired elf could see through the weakest point of the magic hood when it fluctuated with the naked eye, and then gave just the right blow.
Graeme was terrified when he saw it. This kind of cheating-like weak point shooting was too scary. No wonder Schlieffen had to put up two layers of magic shields to be relieved.
However, this is not the most frustrating part of the six-ring mage. Whenever the mage wants to use the five-ring or even six-ring magic to deal with two elf rangers, the silver-haired elf will use the piercing arrow to interrupt Schlieffen's spellcasting. Backlashed by spells.
Even though it was more than 200 meters away, Graeme could still see the head of the "Wolf's Claw" with cold sweat on his forehead and the horror of seeing a ghost on his face.
"Schlieffen is over!" After a few glances, Graeme immediately came to this conclusion, and couldn't help feeling a bit of schadenfreude in his heart. When "The Claw of the Wolf" was negotiating with them, Schlieffen was not less domineering by virtue of his strength being half a chip higher than his.
In this situation, those with higher strength do not necessarily have better results, and mages with weak bodies are not good escapers. Under the entanglement of two elf rangers, once his mana is exhausted, he will surely die under the arrow. With that silver-haired elf around, Schlieffen didn't even have a chance to show his hole cards.
Thinking of this, Graeme didn't hesitate any longer, and with a whistle, he sent a signal to the remaining "Vampire Blade" mercenaries, turned around and ran away. While retreating, he turned his head and looked at the silver-haired elf, as if he wanted to imprint his image in the deepest part of his mind.
What he didn't expect was that the silver-haired elf seemed to sense his gaze, turned his face slightly, and blinked at him, sending a chill down Graeme's back.
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Qin Lun looked at the mercenary swordsman who was running away like a frightened rabbit, and touched his face helplessly. Was he that scary
The human thieves he killed were basically ordinary mercenaries. As for the relatively high-level mages, he actually only had the power to restrain them. If he wanted to really kill them, he might have to grind for a long time.
Fortunately, with the escape of the swordsman, Elistin was free and joined the siege of the mage. Now even without him, this human mage would be dead.
Qin Lun put down the oak longbow, and there were nine quiveres lined up under his feet, eight of which were empty, and the last quiver only had more than ten fine iron long arrows left. Among them, only three quivers belonged to him, and the other quivers were given to him by other elves.
More than a hundred elves gathered near the caravan he was in, most of them were old people, women and children. Although they also have a certain ability to protect themselves, in such a large-scale attack, only by huddling around a strong person can the survival rate be maximized. This is also the strategy discussed by the tribal elders before.
In other areas of the battlefield, this kind of strong person is usually an elder-level elf mage, but in Qin Lun's area, he obviously replaced the high-level mage and became the core of these elves.
This battle has only been less than half an hour now, and it is about to end. The human thieves who succeeded no longer cared about fighting, while the thieves who failed mostly perished here.
Qin Lun turned his head and looked around, looking at the entire battlefield. However, just as he turned his head to look to his right side, he suddenly felt a palpitation, the alarm rang out, and a huge sense of threat suddenly came to his mind.