Humans are a race that is good at learning. Although the elves closely guard the magic bow making methods, humans still make imitations. Although there is still a big gap between the magic bows that humans can make now and the elven bows, through countless capable people and lofty ideals,
The improvements also have considerable power, and humans can cultivate their own magic archers.
Of course, counterfeit products are just counterfeit products. Human magic bows do not have the growth ability of elf bows, and the feather arrows used by human magic archers and elf archers are easy to distinguish. Most of the feather arrows used by humans are made of ordinary solid wood.
The sound was heavy, and the feather arrows used by the elves were made of special materials. The sound was clear and crisp. Mingdie immediately knew that the attackers were some humans. As a night elf, Mingdie saw that the attackers turned out to be human archers, and he directly let out a disdain.
Cold snort.
The aloof, cold and arrogant elves have always believed that only elves are the most superior race in the world. Human magic archers have always been regarded as clowns by the elves. The same is true for Mingdie. Although she also hates her own people for some reasons,
She really didn't have a good impression of human archers, and she didn't think human archers were a threat.
Of course she does have this confidence.
I saw a flash of sword light in the air, and the three oncoming arrows were split in half, and she made a gap in the rain of arrows. The night elf holding the long knife jumped hard on the treetop, like a flying bird.
All the arrows coming from behind also missed.
The archers' shots that had no blind spots were easily resolved by her. The archers were not surprised. They knew exactly what kind of enemy they were facing. The first wave of arrow rain failed to work, so they immediately and methodically fired.
The second arrow on the string was shot. The second arrow had just been shot. The third arrow had just been shot.
Three arrows were loaded on the string... Waves of arrow rain hit the underworld butterfly in the air. The arrow rain composed of these arrows with magical halo was like the gorgeous fireworks in the festival, but these arrows
But they are not just superficial things, every magic arrow in the air has fatal destructive power.
Perhaps the archers here don't have the same archery skills as the elf archers, but they understand better what fire coverage is, what a team is, and what tacit understanding is.
In the southeast, northwest, Mingdie's retreat was blocked by arrows. She had to face this suffocating arrow rain in the air, so her only retreat was - the ground.
Ordinary people cannot change their direction in the air because they cannot use force, but this is not a problem for Mingdie who can control the wind element.
The wind that was flowing naturally around her suddenly changed direction and became manic. The breeze that originally belonged to the forest turned into a violent wind under the control of Mingdie, and then this swift and violent wind formed around her.
A wind barrier, the rapid rain of arrows was partially deflected after touching this wind barrier, but the subsequent magic feather arrows still penetrated this solid wind barrier, but the center of the wind barrier was long gone.
The trace of the night elf.
The butterfly fell from the sky with its toes and stepped steadily on the ground full of fallen leaves, without even splashing any dust. This already beautiful elf has a beauty that can make people trance under the moonlight above her head.
But Mingdie's face was not so pretty, because she was now encountering a prepared ambush.
"It's really wonderful. She is worthy of the famous Miss Butterfried."
A young man with a triangular mark on his forehead applauded Mingdie for easily resolving the crisis just now. This young man stood about twenty steps away from Mingdie, with two silver men holding round shields in front of him.
The armored knight was guarding him, so even if Mingdie knew that this young man was probably the leader of this group of knights, he would not be able to break through him.
There were probably more than ten knights, and she could not determine the exact number of enemies for the time being. After all, there was a master who was good at mental attacks, so she could not use her mental power to detect the surrounding situation.
Mingdie saw that she was trapped in a tight siege, but she still had no fear. She said to the knights who surrounded her: "You seem to want to see your God of Light now."
Of course, she knew the identity of the enemy, and it could even be said that she was no stranger to it.
Because now she is encountering her old rival-the Templars.