After sending off everyone else, Michael and the Forest Elves were left alone.
The poison inside the Forest Elves had been extracted, but they were still worn out and drained of all the origin energy. Maybe, they could release a few arrows, killing one or two Tier-1 Adventurers in the process, but that was already it. Their combat prowess was nowhere close to their peak.
"Will he rat us out?" One of the Forest Elves couldn't help but ask Lilica.
She could tell that none in Michael's Army was above the 1st Tier. In fact, the Battle Maid seemed to be the strongest – and she was merely a Mid Tier-1 Adventurer.
Lilica didn't seem too bothered by that. She wasn't close to Michael, but their few encounters were enough for her to have a rough image of the young human Lord.
Michael could have hated them for the mistake the youngest in their team made. Their youngest told a Lionheart about Michael and his territory when he was dead drunk. Yet, instead of blaming the EmeraldLeaf Adventurer team for what happened afterward i.e., the attack of the large Lionheart Adventurer team, and taking revenge, Michael stayed put.
He even helped them remove the poison in their bodies, saving their lives in the process. Why would he have done that if his plan was to get rid of them?
Michael decided to ignore the discussion of the EmeraldLeaf Adventurer team. Instead, he focused on the commotion that broke out in front of him.
The first Destors, Lionhearts, and members of other races broke through the thicket of the Untamed Jungle. They noticed the Forest Elves, along with Michael immediately and didn't hesitate to charge forward.
Meanwhile, Michael took a step forward as well.
"Did Leopold Darkin, Olikan Darkin, or Zuak Paluv send you guys?" He asked the six Adventurer teams calmly as they charged ahead.
The six Adventurer teams had more than forty members left. Six of them were Low Tier-2 Adventurers, while the rest were either at the Peak of the 1st Tier or at the Late stage.
Under normal circumstances, Michael would be shuddering at the sight of such a powerful force charging at him. However, Michael's expression didn't change. He remained as calm as before.
Some of the Adventurers slowed down for a moment when they heard what Michael asked, while others snapped at him, "Just shut up and die!!"
Michael raised an eyebrow at the outburst. His gaze never left the Adventurers as they passed slowly through the densely grown Untamed Jungle.
He raised his arm slowly and cleaved downward once his arm was fully stretched out.
The next moment, the Siltang Bow manifested in Michael's empty hand. Simultaneously, the canopy of trees was covered by spears and arrows that flew through the air in a beautiful arc.
Earth spikes shot out of the ground, and water whips emerged from all directions.
The attacks impacted one after another. The water whips coiled around the arms and legs of the Adventurers in the vicinity, restricting their movements before the earth spikes pierced their calves. Simultaneously, the spears and arrows hit their targets, further immobilizing them.
The majority of the Adventurer teams used their Soultraits and Artifacts to block the attacks or evade them. However, some of them were a second too late. Targeted by the water whips and the earth spikes, they couldn't even move as a barrage of spears and arrows hit them hard.
As if that was not enough, precisely targeted crossbow bolts whizzed through the air the next moment, piercing through the vital points of the Adventurers that had been hit the worst.
Michael watched the release of the first barrage of projectiles with a satisfied smile.
He might have chosen to spare them if they were unwilling to kill him. However, none of the six Adventurer teams seemed to care about his life. It was not as if Michael expected them to care but being targeted with killing intent allowed Michael's consciousness to be void of guilt and remorse while killing them.
He conjured an energy arrow, began to draw the bowstring back, and activated Eagle Eyes. After adjusting his angle once, Michael released the arrow. It whizzed through the air with terrific velocity and pierced through the eye of the closest opponent.
"That was a little weak," He murmured to himself before exerting Lesser Enhancement.
Michael conjured another arrow and pulled the bowstring back once again. He released the second arrow in the next second.
Alongwith Michael's second attack, the second barrage of more than 100 projectiles shot through the vicinity simultaneously. The pressure was less than before because there were no earth spikes nor water whips restricting the Adventurers. Nonetheless, more than a dozen projectiles found a way to their designated target.
It was only after the second barrage that Michael retrieved the Siltang Bow. He manifested Seron Voulge and whistled aloud. Following his whistle, the bushes all around the Adventurers began to shake. A tremor rang out from the left and a screech reached their ears from the right.
The Heavy Armored Elephant barged through the bushes on the left, and Icarus dived down from the canopy bridge from the right. Icarus dived down swiftly and picked up one of the Destors before he shot back into the air.
Meanwhile, the Heavy Armored Elephant charged ahead fearlessly – but it was not alone. The Demi-Humans, Warriors, Spearmen, Knights, Berserker, and everyone else followed behind the Heavy Armored Elephant.
The territory's close combat units emerged from all directions, led by the Heavy Armored Elephant on the left, and by Tiara on the right side.
Thunderous roars filled the surroundings as the Warriors roared out loudly. Their morale skyrocketed as a third barrage of arrows and spears flew through the air. The projectiles impacted moments before the Warriors appeared in front of their opponents.
The earth spikes and water whips didn't resurface anymore. But that was only a short moment of relief for the few Tier-2 Adventurers in the front who found themselves caught in the mud and faced with a sudden pulling force that wanted to pull them underground as if they were stuck in quicksand.
Luckily, escaping the mud trap was not too difficult for them. However, it grew increasingly tiring to evade the projectiles flying toward them while trying to escape the muddy pool. The Tier-2 Adventurers were already injured and not in their best form anymore. Fighting against the Forest Elves had been more devastating than expected.
Nonetheless, the Tier-2 Adventurers were not weak. They possessed multiple Tier-1 Artifacts respectively and could utilize their Soultraits to gain an advantage.
Their vitality was strong enough to ignore most projectiles that found their way to them. They were simply not strong enough.
However, everything changed when several Assassins appeared around them all of a sudden. As their weapons were coated in poison, even minor injuries could turn into a big problem.
But that was not everything. A small group of Cavalry Riders passed through the thicket of the Untamed Jungle. They rode through the bushes and shrubs in a straight line, pierced a weak Adventurer, who was already covered in several cuts, and impaled the Adventurer with their lance.
Afterward, they dragged the impaled Adventurer through the bushes until they disappeared in the thicket of the Untamed Jungle. The only thing the impaled Adventurers left behind were endless screams of terror. At one point, the screams died down, and an eerie silence followed suit.
But the fight was not yet over. The massacre had just begun, and the Forest Elves witnessed all of it from the VIP seats.
"What the… This… I am not seeing things, right?" One of the Forest Elves asked, feeling utterly confused.
However, even Lilica wasn't sure what to say right now. She stared blankly at the massacre that unveiled itself in front of her, her expression turning uglier by the second.
"If you're seeing what I see, then we're not imagining things."
"...But it doesn't make sense!" The young Elf exclaimed, and Lilica couldn't agree more.
"No, it doesn't."
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