On the morning of the fourth day after the migration team left Jondar Forest, the first attack of the human bandits finally arrived. This was a group of 100 thieves. They had almost all been destroyed before they could reach the migration team. In the end, only a few of them had escaped.

Whether it was Qin Lun, Edeline, Menon, or other elven elders, they had underestimated the strength of the elves. Of course, this was also related to the fact that the attacking Thieves did not possess high-grade martial power or elite equipment. Ordinary human bandits had no ability to resist under the precise shooting techniques of the elves.

Actually, this gang of bandits had already cleverly targeted only the end of the migration team. However, the 40-odd elves here had only fired three rounds at the same time, leaving most of them on this land forever.

Although this was a trivial victory, it still inspired everyone. At this time, even the most stable High Priest Menon began to yearn for the complete annihilation of the attackers, arriving at Anke Forest without any casualties.

However, just a day later, the elves suffered a major setback. At the end of the migration team, another 200-strong human mercenary group succeeded.

Although there were more than fifty corpses left behind, it was clear that the bandits who had observed the last battle had learned to be smart this time. They drove cattle from the plains and villages and attacked the elves’ ranks. He hid behind the cattle and abducted more than ten elven women and children during the sudden attack.

This lesson was deeply engraved in the hearts of the elves. The mages and druids in the team were no longer stingy with their magic power. Even in the darkness of the night, the mages insisted on placing their mage’s eyes on the perimeter of the party, while the druids turned into birds in batches, taking turns to the heavens to warn of unusual movements in the field.

As Qin Lun had warned, the better the elves’ defenses were, the more they forced the Thieves, Mercenaries, and Dark Organizations to unite. From small groups to large groups, from harassing small groups to highly aggressive large groups.

On the afternoon of the sixth day, less than a hundred miles away from the Lake Naga ferry, the attackers finally gave up the small disturbance. More than a dozen bandit groups, with a total of 2,000 people gathered together, charged at the elves’ migration team aggressively.

This time, it was no longer the end of the team, or any part of the team. The human bandits launched an all-out attack on the elves. Almost every elf in the entire migration team was fighting. The sound of arrows piercing through the air, the sound of swords hitting each other, the sound of shouts and screams echoed across the plains that were churning with golden wheat waves.

The rhythmic sound of the bowstring was like a beautiful symphony. Along with every streak of black light in the air, a figure wearing a black cloak must have fallen to the ground.

Fresh blood flowed along the gullies between the paddy fields and slowly seeped into the soil under the golden wheat waves. The nourished golden wheat and rice became more and more vigorous, making rustling sounds in the morning breeze as if celebrating this unexpected “extra meal”.

Qin Lun stood at the top of a caravan. The big horned deer pulling the caravan had already been removed from its reins and knelt behind the caravan to avoid being accidentally injured by the arrow. In front of the youth, two young elven teenagers each raised an oak shield to cover for his safety.

It was called a shield, but in fact, this oak shield was only an oak stake that had hollowed out the heart of the tree. However, the surface of the oak tree was as hard as iron, and its protection was even better than the oily vine shield. It was basically not afraid of ordinary arrows and swords.

Qin Lun did not reject the two elven teenagers’ spontaneous actions, even though he did not need their cover. The awakening of the Fairy Hunter’s inheritance allowed his Moonlight Fairy bloodline’s potential to be fully exploited.

Gannettes’ left eye, wind elemental affinity, clock eye, detection halo, and four combat models allowed Qin Lun to create a three-dimensional defensive ring.

Within a thousand meters, Qin Lun could clearly see the mating of the two dragonflies. Within five hundred meters, the wind element could send any abnormalities back to his ears.

Two hundred meters away, the perceptual line formed by the Eye of the Clock was equivalent to an invisible antenna. At this distance, Qin Lun even felt that he could reach out and touch the enemy.

Within a hundred meters, he was already in the range of the detection halo. Apart from stealth skills of A class or above or perceptual suppression of Legendary class, Qin Lun didn’t think that anyone else could dodge his detection.

Although Qin Lun was standing on the caravan, both conspicuous and coquettish, there was really no attack that could harm him. No matter how powerful and fast an arrow was, if someone could see through its trajectory hundreds of meters away, then what was the point of such an attack?

There were three bazookas under his feet. One of the bazookas had already become empty, and the other only had half of the arrows left. With his condescending vision and precise archery, Qin Lun looked like an efficient killing machine, constantly shooting out death arrows.

Most of the attackers and black cloaks that rushed in his direction had just stepped into Qin Lun’s inner defensive ring when they fell to the ground, clutching the iron arrow that pierced through his throat. At a distance of 100 to 150 meters, the attacker’s corpse was spread out in an arc, like a death domain drawn by a god of death.

Throughout the battlefield, Qin Lun’s slaughter efficiency was almost ten times that of other elven rangers and hunters. This was not because he was much stronger than those experienced elven rangers and hunters, but because of his uniqueness.

Based on the experience of the previous attacks, most of the bandits who attacked this time were fully equipped. Although they weren’t as armed as the regular knights, the bandits who rushed at the front were equipped with round shields and leather armor. A few of the wealthier ones even had heart protection mirrors tied to their vital parts. Even the unqualified thieves had several thick cotton-padded jackets on their bodies, and some tattered pieces of iron lined their vital parts.

Of course, this kind of protection was only enough to defend against ordinary elves’ bone arrows. High-ranked rangers and hunters’ iron arrows, and even piercing arrows with Dou Qi, could not be blocked no matter what.

The problem was that piercing arrows consumed so much energy that even high-level hunters were unable to continuously use them. Even Qin Lun and the female elven archer from the Lost Rookies were not immune. They did not care about the exhaustion of their stamina, but their apostle skills also had a cooldown time limit.

Under this restriction, elven rangers and hunters usually had no choice but to engage in close combat with the attackers after four or five arrows. In the entire battlefield, Qin Lun was the only elven hunter who could resist a hundred meters away, apart from the area where the high-grade elven mages were located.

There were two reasons for this peculiar phenomenon. One was Qin Lun’s precise choice of strikes. With the help of his powerful detection ability, he basically knew the strength of the attacker. He only attacked low-level and ordinary-skilled thieves, deliberately omitting powerful attackers.

Those powerful attackers would naturally be dealt with by someone else. Don’t forget that Qin Lun also had a Rank 7 Dark Shadow Gale Leopard beside him, as well as a powerful Elistine. After eliminating most of the ordinary thieves, even the nearby elven rangers subconsciously began to deal with the few experts Qin Lun had deliberately left behind.

Another reason was Qin Lun’s combat model and Weakness Accuracy skill. The piercing arrow did have a fairly long cooldown, reaching almost 30 seconds. On the ever-changing battlefield, 30 seconds was enough for the attacker to charge in front of Qin Lun.

However, the Weakness Accuracy Star was different. The passive skill that was essentially calculated by the shooting unit had neither energy consumption nor cooldown time. It only needed to be filled in with environmental and wind factors when it was used. This was a piece of cake for Qin Lun, who had a high wind affinity.

Using his combat model and Weakness Points, almost every single arrow that Qin Lun shot through his Scattering and Rapid Shooting skills had the power to pierce through the arrow. Although it was not enough to kill a Thief expert with Dou Qi protecting him, it would definitely be an arrow for an ordinary thief.

Qin Lun was very pragmatic. Unlike some coquettish elven rangers, he did not shoot into the eyes of enemies, nor did he attack the hearts of enemies who might be wearing protective goggles or broken iron plates. He only had one shooting point, that is, the throat or mouth that the enemy could not defend.

The thieves were very interesting. When they charged, even with their round shields, they would swing their arms and reveal their throats. Moreover, they liked to shout loudly, as if this would allow them to protect themselves with their divine spirits. Whenever this happened, Qin Lun would send the arrow into their mouths with a smile, letting them swallow back their fierce screams.

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Graeme panted heavily and dodged the bear’s claws with a small jump. Then, he kicked his right foot and brandished the two-handed greatsword in his hand to slash the black bear’s arm in front of him. However, a layer of earthen yellow light immediately appeared on the bear’s arm. The big sword was like a flop, and it was bounced back by the yellow light after only half an inch.

Damn it! Greem cursed to himself, but there was nothing he could do about it. The giant bear in front of him that was more than four meters tall was not a wild beast, but a genuine elven druid. Furthermore, it seemed that its grade was not low.

Druids were the most troublesome targets for all melee professions. In a situation where there wasn’t much difference in rank, such a druid was simply a piece of annoying candy. Its offensive power wasn’t that strong, but the endless supply of aids was enough to make people feel like they were about to collapse.

Large-scale beast transformation with Earth and Wood magic added, making druids one of the best meat shields. With the addition of the Bloodthirsty Berserk spell, the Intermediate Beast Transformation allowed druids to attack with decent speed. The most troublesome thing was that druids also had good healing spells and resistance spells. Their durability was excellent enough to grind enemies to death.

As the leader of the Vampiric Blade Mercenary Corps and a high-level swordsman, Greem’s excitement at the beginning of the battle had slowly reached its present state of helplessness. He had thoroughly witnessed the difficulty of the druid profession.

In fact, Greem had a vague feeling that the druids on the other side were stronger than him. They weren’t unfamiliar with battles. They were very proficient in casting spells. The only drawback was that they lacked experience in dealing with humanoid creatures and fighting martial skills.

However, even this weakness was slowly remedied in this duel. After fighting for more than ten minutes, Greem finally retreated. Even though he didn’t have time to pay attention to the situation around him, the experienced bandit commander still sensed that the situation was not good through the sound of less and less battles.

“Drink!” Greem’s two-handed greatsword emitted a dense white light, striving to slash forward. A huge half-moon shaped sword qi slashed straight towards the giant bear druid. On the other hand, he used his strength to leap forward, dragging his two-handed greatsword and retreating backwards. The corner of his eyes swept to both sides, observing the battle situation of the Thieves’ companions.

Greem’s expression changed drastically when he saw this. Only then did he realize that there weren’t many Vampiric Blades’ companions left nearby.

In this area near him, the corpses of the Vampiric Blades and another mercenary group, Blue Wolf’s Claw, were everywhere. This was especially true of a battlefield 200 meters to the left. There were more than 150 corpses there, forming a strange arc 300 meters long and 50 meters wide.

The corpses piled up in the Death Domain accounted for almost half of the men in the two mercenary corps.

At the diagonal core of the corpse ring was an elven caravan. At this time, hundreds of elves had gathered around the caravan. Most of them were elderly women and children. On top of the caravan stood a silver-haired elf in green leather armor, holding an earthen-brown oak longbow in his hand. His archery movements carried an elegant beauty of flowing clouds and flowing waters.

Unlike the other elves on the battlefield, this silver-haired elf had a gentle smile on his face throughout the battle. His calm and unperturbed gaze carried a trace of indifference that was hard to detect, causing the bloody hands of Greem to feel a chill in his heart.

As the leader of the Thieves, he had seen this kind of gaze in the eyes of the evil mages of the Santalin Society. It was a cold gaze that treated all life as ants and livestock. In the eyes of such a person, there was no pity or sympathy.

“Why is there such a person in the elves?” Greem was shocked.

The leader of Vampiric Blade had a faint guess in his mind that even he couldn’t believe. The pile of corpses surrounding this elven caravan should be the silver-haired elf’s “masterpiece”. He shot and killed half of the ordinary members of Vampiric Blade and Blue Wolf’s Claw alone.

Perhaps because the ordinary members of the two mercenary groups were all dead and injured, the silver-haired elves began to turn their attention to the few remaining mercenary experts on the battlefield. At this moment, he was cooperating with the two elven rangers to deal with the leader of the [Blue Wolf’s Claw], Shriven.

Shriven was an Intermediate Mage who had reached the peak of the Six Rings. Moreover, he was only half a step away from being a Senior Mage. In fact, his strength was even stronger than a Senior Swordsman like Greem. This time, the joint attack on the Moon Fairy migration team with the Vampiric Blade was led by the Blue Wolf’s Claw.

With Shriven’s strength, he was more than enough to deal with two elven rangers. However, the existence of that silver-haired elf made it difficult for him to move a single step, causing him to be in an abnormally sorry state.

Greem rarely saw Shriven wearing a two-layer magic shield. Although the archer profession had some restraint on magicians, the six-ring mage’s magic shield was actually enough to defend against the penetrating arrows of most elven hunters.

Even the enchanted arrows of high-level hunters were unable to pierce through this magic shield with one arrow. There was no need to expend magic power to set up two layers of magic shields. However, Greem only watched the battle for two seconds before he understood what Shriven was doing.

The silver-haired elf’s arrows were neither hurried nor slow, and their firing speed wasn’t very fast. But strangely enough, the silver-haired elf seemed to be able to find the elemental resonance frequency in the ripples that followed the magic shield. On average, three arrows could pierce through one magic shield, and it didn’t use penetrating arrows. It was as if the silver-haired elf could see through the weakest point of the magic shield’s fluctuations with the naked eye and give it a proper blow.

Greem was shocked to see this. This kind of cheating-like weakness was too terrifying. No wonder Shriffin had to put down two layers of magic shields to feel relieved.

However, this was not the most depressing part of the Six Ring Mage. Whenever a mage wanted to use five or even six rings of magic to deal with two elven rangers, the silver-haired elves would use piercing arrows to interrupt Shriffin’s casting, causing him to suffer a backlash.

Even though it was more than two hundred meters away, Greem could still see the forehead of the Guild Leader of the Claw of the Blue Wolf covered in cold sweat, and his face was filled with horror at seeing a ghost.

“Shriffin is finished!” After observing for a few moments, Greem immediately came to this conclusion, and a trace of schadenfreude arose in his heart. When [Blue Wolf’s Claw] was negotiating with them, Shriffin was quite arrogant by virtue of his strength that was half a level above his own.

Under such a situation, those who were stronger might not necessarily have a better result. Weak mages were not escape masters. Under the entanglement of the two elven rangers, once he used up all of his magic power, he would definitely die under the arrow. With the silver-haired elf around, Shriffin didn’t even have the chance to display his trump card.

Thinking of this, Greem didn’t hesitate any longer. He whistled and sent a signal to the remaining Vampiric Blade mercenaries. He turned around and ran away. As he retreated, he turned around and looked at the silver-haired elf, as if he wanted to imprint his image in the deepest part of his mind.

What he hadn’t expected was that the silver-haired elf seemed to sense his gaze. He turned his face slightly and blinked at him, causing Greem’s back to go cold again.

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Qin Lun looked at the mercenary swordsman fleeing in panic like a frightened rabbit and helplessly rubbed his face. Was he that terrifying?

The human thieves he killed were basically ordinary mercenaries. As for the higher-ranked mages, he only had the power to restrain them. If he really wanted to kill them, it would probably take a long time.

Fortunately, as the swordsman escaped, Elistine finally released his hand and joined the siege of the mages. Even without him, this human mage would still be dead.

Qin Lun put down the oak longbow. Under his feet, there were nine arrows. Eight of them were empty, and the last arrow only had a dozen arrows left. Only three of these bazookas belonged to him. The other bazookas were all given to him by other elves on their own initiative.

More than a hundred elves, mostly old people, women and children, had gathered near the caravan he was in. Although they also had a certain degree of self-preservation ability, in such a large-scale attack, only by gathering around a certain expert would they be able to maximize their survival rate. This was also the countermeasure that the tribal elders had previously discussed.

In other areas of the battlefield, such experts were usually elder-level elven mages. In Qin Lun’s area, it was clear that he had replaced high-level mages as the core of these elves.

This battle had only lasted for half an hour, and was about to end. Successful human thieves no longer lingered on the battles, while those that failed were mostly annihilated here.

Qin Lun turned his head to look around and sized up the entire battlefield. However, just as he turned his head to look to his right, his heart suddenly trembled. The alarm sounded, and a huge sense of threat suddenly surfaced in his heart.