The burly man was overjoyed. He looked smugly at Jerry, who was a few steps behind, and said, "With a build like that, you think you can steal my credit?!"

Unfortunately, the vampire in front of me was hit by two arrows, so I guess I'll have to give away more of the money. But it doesn't matter... reputation is the most important thing.

The seemingly sure-fire shot missed, and the vampire collapsed to the side. The burly man was still wondering whether the vampire had fallen on his own or wasn't dead at all when a crossbow bolt pierced his throat. Then, a flash of silver light appeared in his eyes, and a crossbow bolt with a silver tip pierced his eye—very, very deep.

Jerry was startled by what he saw. He stared at the scene in disbelief. He could see clearly that there were two obvious gashes on the man's back; he knew the lethality of mithril arrows. But how could this be… how could this be…

He suddenly flung his hand, scattering the remaining ash from his pocket at the monster. Then he dashed back.

The remaining four had just caught up when they saw Jerry running towards them as if he'd seen a ghost. Jerry screamed at the top of his lungs, "Run!"

But the wail only left the other four people stunned and bewildered.

The crossbow bolt whistled through the air. The hunter wielding the greatsword finally succumbed to the attack and fell backward to the ground.

The hunters were still highly skilled; the second crossbow bolt only wounded another hunter who couldn't dodge in time. The two crossbowmen, however, had already taken cover to the side. They fired their mithril bolts, one missing its target, while the other struck the vampire.

Jerry hid behind a tree, almost crying.

"Mithril arrows are useless... Run!!"

The remaining three were horrified, exchanging glances, all thinking Jerry had gone mad. The mithril arrow was a vampire's ultimate weapon; no vampire had ever escaped its grasp. But then they witnessed something even more unbelievable.

The vampire, with the mithril arrow stuck in his body, walked over step by step.

The three of them went mad. Although they still had mithril arrows, were they still of any use at this moment?

The crossbow bolts rang out again, and a crossbowman fell to the ground.

The remaining people's mental defenses finally collapsed completely... They tried to run, but their legs were too weak to move.

The last crossbowman tried desperately to load the last bolt onto the crossbow, but his hands were shaking so badly that he failed three times. Then he could no longer load it. A longsword flashed, and he was decapitated.

Jerry, after all, was a man of the world, and he recognized the Elf King's Sword.

"What kind of monster is this?!" Jerry completely gave up thinking and ran desperately into the depths of the forest.

After Yun Zhe understood the power of the mithril armor, he deliberately took the arrow, and the effect was indeed outstanding, leaving all the hunters present dumbfounded. Now that the atmosphere had been built up to this point, it seemed inappropriate not to start the fight.

After dealing with the three hunters, Yun Zhe quickly found Jerry lying on the ground, panting heavily.

Jerry sensed his arrival, but he was completely too exhausted to run any further.

Yun Zhe approached Jerry, drew his short sword, and Jerry looked at the short sword in the vampire's hand, feeling a strange sense of familiarity...

This... isn't this Tom's short sword? Jerry's mind raced, and he quickly realized who the person in front of him was.

"You...you're not..."

Yun Zhe stepped on Jerry's foot, "You recognize this sword?"

Jerry nodded.

"Very good." Yun Zhe said expressionlessly, slashing the blond boy's throat with his sword, flicking the blood off the blade, and walking away.

The boy clutched his throat, watching the departing figure, feeling life slowly slipping away from his body, and closed his eyes in despair.

"What kind of monster have we awakened... No, I have to tell them..."