With the death of the grey-winged creature, Evelyn was forced to leave, and the entire Centaur race was faced with six powerful Gyrus Demons and hundreds of demons behind them, plunging into the abyss of despair.
The bronze scales and sharp wings of the Gyrus Demons glinted with a cold light, and their eyes were full of mocking amusement. With their speed, they could have reached the Centaur warriors in a few breaths, but they deliberately walked forward slowly, like messengers from hell. With each step, the hearts of the Centaur warriors trembled a little.
The six monsters, though small and bronze in color, had spines on their backs that made the Centaur warriors tremble. Their black wings cast a shadow of death over the sky. Their eyes flashed with an evil red light as if they could penetrate the souls of the Centaur warriors.
The Centaur warriors looked at these terrifying Gyrus Demons with despair and fear in their eyes. The bows and arrows and curved swords in their hands seemed so powerless at this moment. In the face of the overwhelming power of the Gyrus Demon, they had no ability to resist.
Archeron's palms were also sweating, and beads of sweat were forming on his forehead. But he held on to the longbow in his hands tightly. The texture and luster of the longbow represented the glory of his past battles. He was the leader of this Centaur tribe. Although he was well aware of the huge gap between himself and the six ugly winged monsters in front of him, he could not retreat.
Archeron's eyes revealed determination and resolve. He took a deep breath, his arm muscles tensing, his veins bulging, and drew back his longbow, the string making a tense sound. He roared, “Twin Arrows!” and two pale blue arrows shot out like lightning. The arrows carried great power, cutting through the air with a shrill whistle, as if the entire Centaur tribe's last cry of hope and courage.
The Gyrus Demon at the lead did not panic in the face of the flying arrows. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a red light flashed in his eyes. Two small whirlwinds quickly condensed in his left paw, and they rotated, emitting a low roar. The whirlwinds were like small tornadoes, easily knocking down the two arrows. The arrows instantly shattered in the whirlwinds, turning into countless fragments scattered on the ground.
At the same time, Archeron put away his longbow and took out the sharp curved blade on his back. The blade glistened in the sunlight, and the blade was so sharp that it seemed to be able to cut through everything. He stepped on the horse's hooves and slashed at the Gyrus Demon in front of him. The hooves made a dull sound as they hit the ground, raising a cloud of dust. He was extremely fast, rushing towards his enemy like lightning.
However, the Gyrus Demon waved its wings behind it and disappeared like a ghost. In a few breaths, it appeared behind Archeron. A cruel smile flashed across the Gyrus Demon's lips, and its claws, as sharp as steel, flashed with cold light, and it lunged at Archeron's back.
Archeron felt a powerful force coming from behind him. He had no time to react before he was hit by the sharp claws. His body flew like a kite with a broken string, and he fell heavily to the ground. A deep wound was cut on his back, and blood gushed out, staining the ground red.
After just one encounter, Archeron was already seriously injured and lying on the ground!
Gyrus Demon did not let him go, and it pounced on Archeron again. Its claws fell again, stabbing deep into Archeron's body. Archeron groaned in pain, and his eyes gradually lost their luster. In his last moments, he was filled with regret, thinking that he should not have provoked these terrible creatures!
As Archeron fell, the Centaur warriors' faith collapsed, and they could no longer hold their weapons. They were soon surrounded and killed by the demons. The demons proudly occupied the Centaur tribe, and they marched with heavy steps, making a dull sound, as if proclaiming victory. They carried the rich spoils through the Abyssal Gate, their ugly faces showing greed.
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Caelan, sitting on the majestic throne of the Abyss, looked at the map of the Eternal Continent that had now been explored with a cold gaze. He squinted slightly and his brows involuntarily furrowed.
"Because of this damn guy, my exploration progress is much slower than originally planned."
His fingers tapped the armrest of the throne, each tap carrying suppressed anger.
Because, in order to more securely occupy this area and successfully kill the grey-winged creature that Evelyn possessed, Caelan had to choose to spend a large amount of precious resources to hatch six powerful Gyrus Demons.
He could have chosen to use this large amount of resources to hatch thousands of Lesser Demons and Native Demons, making them his vanguard to help him further explore the vast and mysterious Eternal Continent. But now, this plan can only be temporarily shelved, which fills him with helplessness and unwillingness.
What made Caelan even more depressed was that he had been discovered by that person. He was not sure if this would bring him unexpected trouble. After all, even if the lords were unable to deploy their troops to the continent quickly, they still had countless unpredictable ways to interfere with him. This matter sounded like a warning bell in Caelan's heart, making him understand that he must always be vigilant and careful in dealing with the other lords' schemes and tricks.
The Lord's Trial has been going on for ten days. Caelan silently counted the time, thinking that soon, a Lord would be able to build a portal and then set foot on the Eternal Continent with great fanfare. He must speed up. Caelan's eyes instantly became sharp, like a sword drawn from its sheath, exuding a determined and resolute light.
Suddenly, a Native Demon came cheerfully up to Caelan. The demon was bouncing around, his face full of joy, and he was holding a piece of equipment that was shining with white light.
Caelan took the equipment curiously, his fingers lightly touching the surface of the equipment to feel the cold and hard texture.
[Congratulations, you have obtained the equipment – Centaurs Battle Helmet]
=========Equipment Information=====
Name: Centaurs' Battle Helmet
Quality: D
Required Level: 4
Type: Headgear
Attributes: HP+4, MP+1
Effect: None
Set Bonus: Centaur set (1/2) AGI+2
Centaur set (1/4) ATT+3
Centaur Set (1/6) AGI+4, STR+4
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Caelan was quite happy to see the Headgear dropped by the Centaur tribe. He had a satisfied smile on his face and a gleam of excitement in his eyes. Although it was D-quality equipment, it was still much better than the "Stinking Merfolk Boot" dropped by the Merfolk tribe earlier, which had no grade at all.
What Caelan was more concerned about was that this equipment actually had a series of additional attributes for the set. According to the lessons he learned in Westerford, the additional attribute bonus for a set only exists when the set is defined as C-quality or above. The Centaurs' Battle Helmet in his hand is the D-quality equipment, which means that most of the other equipment in the Centaur Set should be C-quality, otherwise it would not be rated as a C-quality set.
Caelan thought the Centaur tribe should probably get to "visit" all the Centaur tribes that had already been explored in the Eternal Continent. A hint of greed and ambition shone in his eyes, as if he were planning a large-scale plunder.
He should even go crazy and attack and plunder all the weak tribes around him, not just the Centaur tribe. As he had judged earlier, he didn't have much time left. When other lords were able to build portals to the Eternal Continent, he had to accumulate a significant advantage! Acquiring more powerful equipment was a good way to do that!
But to plunder so many tribes requires a large number of troops. Thinking about this, Caelan rubbed his temples and took a deep breath. Resources are needed everywhere!
He decided to carefully examine the existing resources before considering the next plan.
[Resource points: 6350]
Caelan was surprised to see this number. He really didn't expect to plunder a small Centaur tribe and actually gain 5350 resource points. Before this, he had worked tirelessly to command these demons to accumulate resources day and night on the mainland, and after many hardships, he had only accumulated more than 3,000 resource points!
Such a rich harvest made Caelan's originally gloomy mood instantly better.
Indeed, plundering is the fastest way to increase wealth.!