In Evelyn's vision, if the centaur warriors below could free themselves from the swamp, the situation could change quietly.
Archeron led all the centaur warriors, silently following Evelyn as she flew across the sky. For the moment, he hoped that the 'noble druid' in the sky could show the centaurs the way.
Following Evelyn's instructions, Archeron calmly gave the order and led the centaur warriors to the target position.
"Oh, warriors, follow me!"
"Twin Arrows!"
[Twin Arrows is a unique skill of the centaurs, and can only be used by powerful centaur warriors above level 5.]
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Name: Archeron
Level: 5
Race: Centaur
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STR: 18
INT: 10
AGI: 26
CON: 7
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HP: 128
MP: 68
ATT: 30
MAT: 18
DEF: 6
MDE: 3
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Archeron led the way, charging to the front of the group. His eyes were wide open and he let out a low cry. His muscles tensed and a powerful force surged through his arms. Two bows wrapped in pale green energy flew from his hands like two bolts of green lightning, shooting at the two lesser demons blocking their path. The two lesser demons were shot down before they could even react.
The attack was accurate and effective.
Seeing this, Evelyn's eyes flashed with surprise and she felt a little more recognition for Archeron. In her opinion, Archeron already had excellent fighting skills and courage, and as long as he continued to train diligently, improve his level, and gain combat experience, he might have a good chance of taking that crucial step and becoming a race hero one day.
Just as Evelyn had taken her eyes off Archeron for less than a second, her pupils suddenly contracted and she screamed.
"No!"
Her voice was sharp and urgent as if gripped by an invisible fear.
"Change direction!"
The cry was full of extreme tension and fear.
Archeron and the others, who had not yet figured out what was going on, were full of doubt and did not understand why Evelyn was so nervous, but they turned without hesitation and obeyed her very obediently.
But just as they had adjusted their direction, Evelyn's panicked voice called out again in a hurry.
"No! We can't break through from this position either."
Change direction.' Her forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, and her eyes were full of panic.
The Centaur warriors decided to obey the order and do as they were told, even in silence. Their breathing became heavy and their faces were full of confusion and tension.
But what they didn't expect was that this was only the beginning of a no-win situation!
"Stop! Turn right!"
"No, go left!"
"No, no, no..."
The grey-winged creature in the sky kept calling out in fear. The centaur warriors, meanwhile, were stumped and back to square one!
From start to finish, they had been like animals trapped in a cage, never able to escape the mire of death.
On the contrary, the ugly, twisted demon soldiers were closing in on them.
The Centaur warriors could even smell the pungent, fishy stench of the demons, which was sickening and seemed to be getting closer.
Evelyn, what are you doing? Why are we still here?
"Have you betrayed Mother Nature?
Archeron's eyes widened and he felt that he and the centaur warriors had been betrayed by the druids. He shouted angrily at Evelyn.
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Evelyn on the branch held her lips tightly shut and remained in an uneasy silence. Her eyes were dull and her expression was full of regret. She finally realized that she had walked into a carefully laid trap without any defense.
The weakness she saw had actually been deliberately exposed by the enemy, with the insidious purpose of tricking her into blindly commanding the centaur warriors to act recklessly.
As soon as they started to move, all the demon soldiers quickly formed into a dozen small squares, just like well-trained soldiers. These squares appeared to be irregular, but in fact, they were closely intertwined, like a carefully woven deadly net.
Each of these squares is like a solid fortress, successfully blocking the centaur warriors' escape. Not only do they block effectively, but they also cleverly slow down the warriors' pace, waiting for other squares to come to their aid in time.
As a result, Evelyn is forced to keep changing the direction of the centaur warriors.
Every time Evelyn concentrated on finding a weak point in the demon formation, she was quickly spotted and stopped. This frustration forced her to keep changing direction, like a headless fly in a maze.
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Finally, Evelyn and the centaur warriors circled back to the starting point.
Evelyn felt another wave of crushing despair. In her mind, the chaotic demon square turned into a giant python, spitting out a scarlet tongue.
The python did not kill its prey first but used its thick, powerful, cold, and slimy body to bind its prey tightly. The cold eyes watched as the prey struggled painfully in its arms and slowly died.
It seemed to enjoy the gruesome process as if it were a terrible game that it dominated.
"It must be Caelan! Only he... only he...' Evelyn finally said, trembling. Her voice was full of deep fear and her body shivered involuntarily, as if an invisible chill surrounded her."
"How did he do it?"
Her eyes were full of confusion and helplessness, her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to figure out the conspiracy behind it all.
But it was too late.
"I'm sorry... Archeron."
Evelyn looked down at the Centaur warriors who were panicking, looking frightened and helpless, and her tone was one of deep regret. Her voice was filled with sadness as if each word carried a heavy burden.
"The person behind these monsters is terrifying, and I am no match for them.
Evelyn's brow furrowed, her tone full of frustration and helplessness.
It was my miscalculation that put you in this predicament.
Suddenly Evelyn's tone became cold, her eyes firm and determined.
"Your chances of escape are slim to none."
Her gaze swept over each Centaur warrior.
"So please, fight to the death for our common mother nature."
"Goodbye!"
The next moment, Evelyn flapped her wings and shot into the air. She drew a curved line in the sky and quickly disappeared, leaving the centaur warriors in the swamp staring blankly in the direction she had gone.
"No! You treacherous druid! You can't do this!
Archeron shouted angrily as he watched Evelyn fly away. His voice was hoarse and desperate, the veins in his neck bulging, his hands clenched around his weapon, shaking uncontrollably. But it was all in vain, unable to change the course of events.
A large group of demon soldiers surged up from all directions, their faces hideous and their mouths twisted into evil grins. Their sharp fangs gleamed in the sunlight and their eyes showed a thirst for blood and death. The sound of their heavy footsteps was like the drumbeat of death, each beating heavily on the hearts of the centaur warriors.
The nightmare had come!
A nightmare not only for the Centaur warriors but also for the humans...
Caelan stared at the grey-winged creature that had abandoned the Centaur and was moving away through the Lord's Eye, a cold sneer on his lips.
"That pesky little mouse thought it could hide forever!"
His deep and sinister voice echoed in the dark abyss, with endless mockery and contempt.
He had long since noticed the Grey Wing's many peculiarities and the trap he had just set for the centaur was also a clever test of the Grey Wing! There was no doubt that the grey-winged creature must be the one behind the centaur.
Caelan's mouth curled into a sneer. He had already thought of a way to deal with Evelyn. Then he walked slowly, at a steady and oppressive pace, towards the Abyss Hatchery, which exuded a strange aura.
[Abyss Hatchery - Redemption Options].
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[Level 8 Troop: Gyrus Demon, Price: 3 Souls, 80kg Flesh, 50kg Demon Feather (Unlimited Race)]
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[INFO]
The Gyrus Demon is the only flying troop in the Abyss Hatchery that can hatch without special resources or a special environment. It has extremely high speed and is suitable for reconnaissance and pursuit.
Demon Feather is a type of Valuable Resource, but it can be traded for Resource Points.
Special resources cannot be exchanged for resource points.
[Hatching options: 6 Gyrus Demons]
[Souls: 18 souls (Current 290 souls)]
[Flesh: 480 kg (Current 9400 kg)]
[Wind Feathers: 300kg (Current 0kg, Insufficient, please compensate with resource points)]
[Spend 1500 points for 300kg of wind feathers? Confirm?]
Caelan raised his eyebrows slightly, his face showing a hint of surprise. The price of the wind feather was much higher than he had expected, and he could only sigh heavily and say helplessly.
"Confirm!"
[-1500 points. Remaining: 1000 points]