The fog is disturbing. Especially when the fog cannot find the direction he wants to move forward. This is a strange thing, right? The lantern in Cheese's hand can clearly provide such a large space without fog, but Wu Qi, who knows the neighborhood, can't recognize their direction. At first, the mage even suspected that it was done on purpose by the other party and deliberately did not want them to approach the agreed place. But later, after they tried to go back to the starting point but found nothing there, he understood that this was not the case.

"We entered a special place." The mage said, stopping, the lantern in his hand was shaking slightly, and the shadows of several people were shaking. "This is not the grassland we are familiar with. This fog takes us to a place between real and non-reality. Be careful, the skinned person should not have such a means."

Cheese is sure to make this judgment because he has fallen into such a situation more than once. In his experience, this large-scale fog often means that the person who sets the fog has a clear goal, and he does not want his own goal to escape or be disturbed. The question now is whether the mage and his team are targeted, or they are just unlucky guys who accidentally entered the fog and were implicated in vain. Of course, Cheese will no longer need to guess like this soon.

"Ding!" The crisp sound was accompanied by fleeting sparks. Before everyone could react, Losa had already pulled out his battle axe and blocked an arrow shot from the fog with one hand. But this was just the beginning. A short black arrow began to fly from all around. The Count blocked the first few arrows with his keen insight, but a dark arrow shot from his blind spot was about to pierce his back! "Ding!" The sky-blue eyes were still clear even in the fog.

"Stand in a circle, Batu takes the shaman behind us!" In fact, there is no need for the earl's instructions. The boy who grew up on the grassland naturally knows what he should do. While using a short sword to cover Wu Qi, Batu carefully observes the position of arrows shooting in the fog. The number of enemies is not large, at least not more than twenty. Otherwise, even if a person with high martial arts skills is strong, he will inevitably be shot without a suitable shield or cover.

"There are seven!" "There are seven guys who shoot archers!" Almost at the same time, Batu and Atta said the same result. This made the information about the enemy archers they got quite reliable. But knowing that the number of opponents was not enough. Although they were within the illumination range of the Breath of Dawn, the range of the bow and arrow exceeded fifty steps. Their enemies were still hidden in the fog. In addition, the arrows came from all directions, if they rushed over and fought against the opponent, they would only expose their companions and their backs to the range of other archers.

Fortunately, archery was not the attacker's patent. Batu's bow was always on him. After placing the shaman, he took off his short bow as soon as possible, bent his bow but did not rush to shoot. He knew very well that the probability of hitting the attack is very small, so before the wind direction is beneficial to him, the eagle must wait for the opportunity.

The time came soon, an arrow shot out from the fog, targeting the lantern at the top of the gray-robed wooden stick! Cheese's eyes had begun to bloom with magic light, and his vision had exceeded the visible range of the human eye. Although it could not cover all directions, it was not easy to attack him. His arms swung slightly, and the lantern at the top of the wooden stick also swayed. "Ding!" The arrow hit the upper eaves of the lantern lamp holder and bounced open. The lamp made by the dwarf had a hardness comparable to a weapon. In fact, the Breath of Dawn could be used as a hammer head for the flail in terms of quality.

"Zhong!" Batu's eagle feather arrow flew out with his low shout. The hunters who tamed the falcons believed that arrows made from the feathers dropped by their partners could hit every possible shot. This is of course a beautiful wish, but who can say it clearly with the protection of the spirits? "Zhu!" A loud eagle roar rang in Batu's ears. Na Ren was not here, but he seemed to see his companions guiding his arrows.

"Guga!" A strange scream came from the depths of the fog, which made everyone feel encouraging and confusing. The skinned person would not let out such a scream.

"Be careful!" The female swordsman showed a hesitant expression on her face after hearing the scream. Her hesitation made the arrows shot towards her pass through the range that the puzzled one could block. Losa didn't care about anything else, and in desperation he reached out to try to grab the arrows in the air. In a sense, he succeeded. The short black arrow stopped a few centimeters from Atta's neck. But at the cost, the earl's palm was cut by the arrow, and the blood gathered together along the gaps in his fingertips, showing a terrifying blue-black color.

The arrow was poisonous. Losa could see that the blood vessels on his hand were also turning blue-black at a speed visible to the naked eye. And just as he was considering whether to cut off his arm to stop the toxin from spreading, something strange happened. When the discolored blood flowed to the place where the tattoo was in his hand, the diffuse spread was stopped. Not only that, Losa's tattoos on his hand were like brown bears who woke up in hibernation and began to greedily absorb the toxins in his blood vessels. When he threw away the arrows in his hand, his hand had returned to its original state.

"It seems that this thing is not very strong enough." The count shrugged, ignoring the toxins on it, and the power of this small arrow became unremarkable.

"It's the purple shirt poison. Our opponent is the yew man!" Ata stared at the arrows thrown to the ground and the blue-black blood stains, saying with certainty.

As if to confirm her statement, the fog at the edge of the lantern illuminates the range began to surge, and some slender figures that looked two meters tall gradually became clear from the fog. These slender people wore old-fashioned leather armor and bark-colored shirts. The exposed skin was dry and had obvious gullies, which were more similar to the epidermis of trees than human skin. At the same time, the eyes of these guys were not like normal creatures, they were completely two round beads embedded in the grooves of the gullies on their faces, with an amber-like color.

Cheese shook his nose when he saw these so-called yew men. Now he knew who was targeted. The yew men are the mercenaries among the goblins, the most well-known type. Even when most goblins are not well-known, they or they often appear in legends around the world. A large part of the prototypes of the trees described as active have been verified by the gray robes as the yew men.

This also explains the venom they used on their arrows. Although from the appearance, these guys have nothing directly to do with the tree like Zishan, their fingertips can indeed secrete similar to the needles and bark of Zishan. It is an extremely deadly toxin. In areas where purple shirts naturally grow, domestic animals die if they accidentally eat a small amount of purple shirt bark.
Chapter completed!