144: Defense of Gol Best (Part 2)

“Kovenreid, so many years have passed, and you are still so vulnerable.” Edmund’s wild voice clamored in the night sky, “Last time you even brought so many experts to encircle and suppress me? You still couldn’t do anything to me! Today, I will let Gorebest, which you guard, turn to ashes!”

As the mist enveloped the Leader of Robbers, the white-haired old man shot three arrows at Ryan’s direction with a backhand.

Edmund’s scar-covered composite bow hummed with the vibration of a dragon tendon, and the three black iron arrows, at the moment they left the string, flew in a ‘pin’ shape.

The magic power entwined on the arrow shafts cut through the mist, precisely locking onto Ryan’s position. Where the arrows passed, the magical mist dissipated like butter cut by a hot knife.

This mist seemed to have no effect on this person.

“A low-level mage’s mist can’t do anything to me. Hahahaha!” Edmund mocked, and continued to shoot sharp arrows at Kovenreid.

“Raise your shields!” Randall’s Holy Shield glowed with golden radiance, and the Holy Knight profession’s unique “Guardian Aura” spread from the shield’s surface to the surroundings.

The damage exemption for arrows for people within 10 feet increased by 4 points.

The three arrows shot at Ryan were incredibly powerful, and in an instant, they easily penetrated the shields and shoulders of the three people in front.

The oak shield of the guard on the left exploded in response, and the clavicle fragments brought out when the arrowhead penetrated the shoulder armor drew a ten-foot-long bloodline on the snow.

The two arrows on the left and right were narrowly avoided by the people behind them and shot into the ground.

The moment the middle arrow touched the Holy Light Shield, the armor-piercing rune attached to the arrowhead violently collided with the divine power, and the sparks illuminated the solemn face of the shield-bearer.

On the other side, the barbarian Grom and the warrior Damon rushed to Kovenreid’s front, blocking the arrows for Kovenreid.

Then Grom turned around and pulled out the arrow from Fuel Flame’s back. The barbarian roared and broke the arrow shaft into two, then inserted the blood-stained broken arrow back into his quiver with a backhand.

Immediately after, Priest Miri’s Survival Spell and Healing Spell successively fell on Kovenreid.

“Damon! Are you still choosing to help my enemy today?” The Leader of Robbers looked coldly at the former Black Claw elite warrior.

Damon’s movements couldn’t help but slow down when he heard the other party say that.

“Can’t let him keep talking!” Ryan thought to himself, then shouted loudly, “Everyone, charge! Don’t let the Leader of Robbers escape!”

“Swish, swish, swish!”

The arrows from the long-range weapons in the hands of the people behind followed Ryan’s arrow and shot towards Edmund in front.

Where the arrow rain reached, the Leader of Robbers, as a level 10 magic archer, couldn’t bother with trash talk and had no choice but to temporarily avoid the arrow’s edge.

“I didn’t expect the person who caused me the most trouble to be a child.” In the mist, the old man behind the big tree, his gaze penetrating through layers of people, looked at the young lord.

At this time, besides the level 8 Holy Knight Randall and most of the other professionals who had besieged him last time, there were also many other unfamiliar faces of professionals around Ryan.

Looking at so many mid-level professionals densely guarding the young lord in the center, Edmund’s mouth curved into a slight smile.

When the arrow rain paused, he appeared like a ghost beside the tree trunk. His deerskin boots suddenly sank three inches into the snow, and five arrows emitting magical light were placed on the bowstring.

Five arrows shot at once!

“Spread out quickly! It’s an Explosive Arrow!” Damon turned around and shouted.

“Bang!”

Five Explosive Arrows exploded in the crowd almost at the same time.

Randall picked up Ryan and ran to the nearby alley, his back shielding the lord from all the explosive damage.

Ryan also didn’t expect that his previously successful mist tactic was completely ineffective in front of that old man.

The opponent’s single strike had already severely wounded so many of his subordinates.

Subsequently, streaks of healing holy light illuminated, as Priest Miri pulled everyone’s lifelines back.

“Randall, you lead everyone to charge,” the young man ordered the Holy Knight beside him, “Don’t worry about me, if the situation is not right, I will teleport back to the Mage Tower.”

“Yes, Lord.” The Holy Knight rushed out of the alley while shouting loudly to the others, “In the mist, he has no reinforcements, everyone spread out and surround him!”

At the same time, Forest Nymph Resi, who had drunk a healing potion, cast a group healing spell. Circles of green light spread out from her, gradually restoring the bodies of those around her.

Water Sprite Vera let the shattered ice shield fall to the ground and began to summon a Water Elemental.

Shaman Prima began to perform the Shaman Dance, summoning spirits.

Level 8 warrior Fuel Flame Kovenreid, level 7 Sword Saint Green, level 10 warrior Damon, and level 9 assassin Kliir quickly approached Edmund from various angles.

Other spellcasters, due to the Leader of Robbers’ distant position, also quietly followed behind, preparing to approach for spellcasting.

Except for the shield guards who entered the alley to protect Ryan, the remaining guards began to shoot arrows to cover their teammates in front.

The young lord, while Edmund was shooting arrows to intercept the approaching crowd, also began to shoot his self-created Flame Arrow from behind the corner of the wall.

“He certainly has a talent for archery,” Edmund praised softly, then shot five arrows at once with a backhand.

One of the arrows shot towards the corner of the wall where Ryan was hiding.

Ryan’s pupils suddenly constricted.

He saw that the seemingly off-target arrow was actually aimed at himself behind the wall.

The young man dared not be negligent, flipped his palm, and the short bow disappeared, a Red Tassel Spear was held in his hand.

At the same time, his body rapidly retreated backward, and the shield guards on both sides placed their shields in front of him.

“Bang!”

The corner of the wall exploded! Powder and Gravel flew in the air.

“Clang! Clang!”

The arrowhead continuously penetrated two shields and the chests of two guards, carrying fresh blood and continuing to shoot towards Ryan.

Warm blood droplets drew a tragic parabola under the moonlight.

The young lord’s agile figure deftly slid to the side, and with an upward flick of the Red Tassel Spear in his hand, the spear tip, at the critical moment, touched the side of the arrowhead, deflecting the slightly weakened arrow.

The moment the Red Tassel Spear touched the arrow, Ryan felt a huge force, and the spear shaft, made of fine steel, was actually vibrated with visible wave-like tremors.

The young man slid along the ground with the recoil, his boot heels plowing two deep grooves in the snow.

When his trembling hands almost couldn’t hold the spear shaft, the splashing blood had already written a cruel contrast on the snow—the tearing injury on his tiger’s mouth and Edmund’s sneer a hundred feet away bloomed simultaneously.

The bitter taste of the Lesser Healing Potion rolled in his throat. Ryan looked at the pale faces of the two guards even after being given the potion, realizing that the “Armor-Penetrating Force” attached to that arrow created a chasm between his level 4 hunter archery and the opponent’s.

The power of this arrow was terrifying.

The midnight cold wind lifted his blood-stained cloak, like the humiliating white flag of a defeated warrior.

“Lord Ryan!” A familiar voice came from behind him.