The night elf's vision was dark red. Even if he shot arrows and drilled into the fog, he didn't know whether he would hit the enemy.

Only the light arrows that occasionally fly in can blow out a small ball of blank space in the fog, and then immediately be covered by the fog that surges around.

Obstructed vision.

Their accuracy is greatly reduced.

The fog wrapped in the enemy's figure began to advance again.

This time, no matter how many feather arrows were shot, the fog was moving forward without slowing down.

Five hundred meters, four hundred meters, three hundred meters.

Looking at the crimson fog getting closer and closer.

The night elves, who had normal silver light, gritted their teeth and stood in a row, and decided to use light arrows to repel the enemy at any cost.

When continuous arrows of light shot out, the carpet plowed through the fog in a bomb manner.

The scenes exposed inside are desperate.

Empty.

The area about two hundred meters in front of the fog is empty, and all the enemies are shrouded outside this blank distance.

A slutty trick with amazing effect!

Because after this game, there was no night elf in the stronghold who could stand and not shake normally.

As they watched the fog disintegrate and close, and continued to spread intact, their faces finally showed despair.

Unexpectedly, the one who defeated them in the end was his own stupidity.

it's over.

The enemy that came this time could not be defeated.

They closed their eyes, put away their longbows and drew out their swords, ready to face the cruel hand-to-hand combat that could have been expected.
Chapter completed!