Everyone scread, instinctively closing their eyes, as tears stread down their cheeks.
This spell wasn't particularly powerful, but its effect was unparalleled.
Ouli's purity and force of justice left entities like the Undead Wizard powerless to resist. The 'ssenger,' despite being extrely unwilling, instinctively shielded his eyes with his hand.
That mont of shielding beca his last sight.
Fang Hong had already donned his wind goggles, switching to the dark lenses. He raised his hand—a boundless light seed to concentrate onto his tal glove, and he gently clenched his fingers.
Four golden shadows spun forth in all directions, heading toward the Undead Wizard in the center of the cavern.
Then ca another four.
The light suddenly contracted, then birthed a more brilliant novastar.
It was as if the light of the cosmos's birth, dimming all surrounding illuminations, even causing the spell of the Miss Natural Historian to dim—at that mont, the ground trembled slightly.
A deafening roar penetrated each person's eardrums, and in their vision, they could only see a blaze of light and shockwave sweeping through—but before the gust reached their faces, Fang Hong issued another command.
Again, four Clockwork Fairies flew over.
In succession, twelve Fire Giants flew into the explosion's blaze.
...
Snow sporadically fell in the forest.
As if the days grew shorter, the temperature was no longer as cheerful. The North Wind howled, sweeping a thin layer of snow, and the region returned to snow under the night.
The Blood Thistle Woods was even colder to the bone, nearly causing hallucinations in those still in the snow, as if infinite Strange Shadows were closing in from the surrounding Spruce Forest—moonlight occasionally penetrated the thick clouds, casting a pale light over the snow.
The youth, gravely wounded, had already fallen into a moribund state, lying motionless on the ground, weakly coughing a couple of tis.
Everyone looked at their Captain with a sense of desolation but felt helpless, as skill paled in comparison—in Eteliria, there was no Invoker Rights Protection Association to care about such matters.
Stargate Port could restrain the actions of Invokers, even regular Adventurers, but the "Stargate Declaration" was aningless against these Cultists. Yet the Captain remained silent, and none chose to end themselves and return to the nearby Resurrection Temple.
Enduring hardship was just enduring hardship, but compared to losing Starlights, staying alive was always preferable. The Undead Wizard had descended into the mine beneath, leaving them unaware of what transpired below, but with a sliver of hope that he might perish at the hands of that Sorcerer-Ghoul.
The corpses of the two won in the snow had long vanished, leaving only stark bloodstains.
It was sowhat glaring.
But even more bizarre was the distant Spruce Forest, where Strange Shadows seed to co closer and closer, a pervasive unease settling in, as occasional glaring reflections appeared in the forest.
Everyone shook their heads vigorously, thinking it was a cold-induced illusion—how could there be reflections in the forest? But suddenly, the reflection beca clearer—a long strip of light flickered and disappeared.
Then they heard a roar.
It was the Troll's cry from the woods' edge, shaking the snow from the nearby Spruce trees.
Everyone was startled, only then realizing it wasn't an illusion but soone's arrival. Was it soone sent by the Adventurers' Guild? They couldn't help but harbor so unrealistic hope in their hearts.
Though the Masongke Creek Adventurers' Guild had issued a notice earlier, they knew well the timing couldn't be so coincidental.
A golden light flashed in the distant darkness.
Then they saw a colossal shadow staggering back from that direction, crashing into a Spruce tree, which groaned under the weight, bending and falling to the ground.
It was the Troll——
They watched in disbelief. Although aware that Mountain Kou Ke was rely an Elite Troll, not a boss. The true boss in this ensemble was the Undead Wizard.
But the question was, how many could single-handedly repel a Level 20 Elite Troll?
Especially when that person was a delicate young girl.
The Troll roared again, charging forward.
But in the snow, there was only a slender figure. Miss Maid casually raised her hand, a giant Construct Gauntlet firmly grasping the Troll's wooden club, stopping its advance.
She looked up, coldly glancing at the Troll.
The latter shivered slightly, its beastly instincts vaguely sensing sothing amiss.
Behind Miss Maid, everyone saw a towering Rotao Lion People and a young boy revealing themselves.
The boy approached, staggered with each step, holding a Rapier upside down, wearing a pointed hat and a collar raised to cover his face, only leaving a pair of sharp, shining eyes looking at them.
Only then did they realize that the flash they saw earlier was from the boy's sword.
The boy didn't even glance at the Troll, stopping a short distance from them, and asked: "What are you waiting for? Get up and fight together?" They were taken aback, thinking, are you stupid? Can't you see the Undead Black Swordsn behind us?
But the boy grumbled: "Would you care about these trifling things behind you?"
Undead Black Swordsn are considered trifling things?
Had they not been restrained, they might have begun cursing, thinking you're acting all high and mighty, solve those Black Swordsn if you're so capable? But the boy seed to hear their thoughts: "Fine, I'll help you solve these problems—"
Unhurried, he reversed his grip and sheathed the Rapier, then looked past them, softly saying:
"Fall down——"
And in that mont——
It was like an earthquake, the ground quivering slightly.
Then with a 'crash,' they suddenly felt the pressure behind them ease, as over a dozen Undead Black Swordsn had their eyes dim, simultaneously kneeling and collapsing in disarray, their black armor scattering into the snow.
Everyone stood dumbfounded, staring at the scene.
"What the hell?"
Is this person hacking?
This was probably everyone's only thought at that mont.
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