Chapter 114: Bottom-up attack
The wild boar monster only had time to move its head to avoid the arrow shot at its head. The arrowhead pierced the tough skin and hit the bone before bouncing off.
This small wound was of no concern to it, except that the skin at the wound where the arrow head flashed with golden light was slightly melted.
The wound was certainly not the reason for the monster's howling. The other two arrows pierced the eyes on the monster's belly and penetrated into it.
The body of a living thing is fragile. I don't know if this evil creature is the same, but the spiked arrow obviously hurt it badly.
The monster was wrapped in gray-white spiritual armor and rushed madly towards the tower where Klauen was. Its eyes had a wide field of vision and could capture the arrow wherever it came from.
This layer of armor looks very thick, and there are many twisted pale shadows inside.
The moment Clown shot the arrow from his bow, he picked up three arrows again. This time, his target was the cultist behind the evil creature, and the lucky audience he chose was the cultist who was suspected to be the leader riding a white wolf and the two wolf riders beside him.
The priest and Geralt are both second-level extraordinary beings. They were unable to kill this evil creature last time, so it must be at least second-level.
Klauen's attack was a lottery, so he took a quick look and saw the evil creature wearing spiritual armor, so he changed his target.
Along with the howling of the evil wild boar, three white streams of light appeared in front of the cultists.
The cult leader riding on the white wolf had a very sharp intuition. When Crown's arrow just left the bow, he seemed to sense something and looked over here.
The distance between the two sides was very close, and the arrow was flying very fast, so he didn't have much time to react.
He turned his head, drew his scimitar and deflected the arrow, but it was too late to alert his comrades around him.
The two cultists were holding the reins to command the giant wolves under them to increase speed and start running. The arrow hit them right in the middle of their eyebrows and came out from the back of their heads. The force from the arrow made the two men fall off their mounts backwards.
The cult leader's eyes were bloodshot. He clamped his legs around the wolf's belly, suddenly pulled out his javelin, leaned back slightly and threw it out to fight back.
After observing that the enemy dodged his attack, Crown realized that he had encountered a master. He dodged to the side to avoid the attack of the javelin, but his hands did not stop moving, and he drew his bow and arrow again to attack other cultists.
Because he was prepared, he easily dodged the javelin thrown by the leader, but three cultists were shot in the head and fell off their wolves.
Unless these people stare closely at his movements, it would be difficult to avoid his cold arrows.
He understood that he had to get rid of as many of these wolf cavalry as possible now, otherwise, when they, the second-level transcendents, would participate in the battle to encircle and kill the evil creatures, many ordinary people in the camp would suffer heavy casualties.
Without ordinary people to provide enough faith and light, the magic circle will not have enough power to operate, and the holy fire may be extinguished.
Without the holy fire to dispel the gray fog at night, the extraordinary people might not be able to hold on for long.
Crown leapt down from the tower and onto a nearby roof.
The enemy was approaching, the wild boar was about to rush to the edge of the wall, and the cultist wolf riders following closely behind were already running. If he continued to stand here, he would definitely bear the enemy's concentrated fire.
The javelins these people carried were not for decoration. He saw many ordinary people hiding behind the wall and shooting crossbows, and their skulls were hit by javelins.
The cult leader riding on a white wolf was shouting something and pointing at the tower where Clown had originally stood.
When he found that the person who shot the arrow had disappeared without a trace, he was so angry that he started cursing.
The leader shouted in a long voice, and all the wolf riders began to throw javelins. Gunshots rained down from the sky, and a large number of ordinary people were killed and injured by the javelins.
Nick saw the wild boar run wildly after Crown's arrows were successful, and immediately raised his own weapon. The shield and flail in his hands flashed a red halo.
At the same time, flame patterns lit up on his armor, and a faint flame fluorescence enveloped his entire body.
At this moment, he was like an armored god of war burning with flames.
Then, the priest jumped down from the tower, waving his flail to intercept the charging evil creature.
The wild boar monster swung its head flexibly to the side to avoid being hit by the iron ball on the flail, while using its head to attack the man falling from the sky.
The priest swung his shield and hit the evil creature on the head. The flail hit its back and broke a bone spur.
The place where the evil creature's head was attacked emitted a wave of water-like ripples, offsetting the attack.
Although Nick had the help of falling gravity, the difference in tonnage between the two was too great. After the collision, the priest was blown back at a faster speed, flew over the wall, and fell on the roof where Crown was standing.
The huge body of the wild boar monster slammed heavily into the wall, creating a gap in the wall made of two rows of thick wooden stakes.
It swung its head left and right, making the gap wider, and then jumped in, rushing forward like a bulldozer.
The wooden houses in the camp were like paper toys and were soon torn into pieces by him.
The wolf riders behind the evil creature poured into the camp like a tide, and a brutal hand-to-hand combat began.
"I will hold it back as long as I can, you guys kill the cultists first," Nick said in a low voice, picked up his weapon again, jumped down, and used his attack to attract the attention of the 'wild boar'.
His body seemed so small in front of the evil creature, but he used shield and flail to curb its crazy attack.
Be quick, the priest can't hold on for long. Clown kept moving on the roofs, constantly drawing his bow and drawing his arrows.
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He was like a ruthless and precise machine, and rarely did his arrows miss the target.
Soon, the wolf riders dispersed into the building complex, and the bows and arrows became useless. He threw away his longbow and quiver, drew his sword, jumped down, and continued to kill the wolf riders.
Two cultists rode over on their wolves, raised their scimitars, bared their teeth and had cruel sneers on their faces.
The wolf in front jumped high, trying to bite off the neck of the person in front.
Klauen rushed forward, ducked his body to avoid the wolf's bite, and also dodged the enemy's scimitar.
He raised his sword and stabbed it, infusing the source of life into the weapon. The sharp blade with fire elemental damage pierced into the wolf's belly, pierced its spine and continued upwards.
He was very particular about choosing the location and angle of the stab. Stabbing from this position would most likely penetrate the wolf cavalryman's anus.
The cultists were only wearing simple leather armor, how could they possibly defend against such an attack!
The sharp blade continued upward, piercing through the wolf rider's buttocks and into his abdominal cavity.
Clown held the hilt tightly with both hands and thrust the entire sword in. The blade was originally horizontal, but he twisted it and turned it vertically.
The combined speed of the two forces caused the lower bodies of both the wolf and the wolf rider to be ripped open.
Without stopping, Crown stepped on the wall of the cabin and swung his weapon with precision and power, saying goodbye to the head and body of the wolf rider behind him.
The wolf was still charging forward, and the knight sitting on it spurted blood from his neck more than a meter high, and his body fell backwards.
Crown continued forward, searching for the enemy.
The strength of these wolf riders was only at level one at best, but all the enemies were no match for him, and he continued to reap the lives of the cultists.
He jumped lightly out of the corner of the wooden house, ready to search for the next enemy.
A gleaming scimitar stretched out from his blind spot and chopped towards his head. The blade was blue, obviously poisoned.
Two silver-blue flowers were reflected in Clown's eyes.
(End of this chapter)