**Chapter 121: The Charm of That Arrow**
"Lord Druv, the Crevice is almost filled." A Paladin in the front shouted loudly.
This was exactly what Lord Druv was worried about. He had originally thought that the Fallen at the very bottom would be crushed to death by those above them and completely disappear, turning this Crevice into a bottomless Abyss that swallowed the enemies' lives. But he hadn't expected these Fallen, despite their poor Strength/Power, to be so tenacious. Buried inside, they were barely alive but refused to die. With tens of thousands of Fallen and thousands of Dark Hunters, Lancers, and Giant Beasts pressing down, the Crevice was starting to become insufficient, showing a tendency to gradually fill up.
Either the enemies piled up in the Crevice had to be cleared out quickly, or they had to prepare for Melee Combat. Lord Druv surveyed the entire Battlefield. However, there were at least thousands, even tens of thousands, of enemies in the Crevice. What method could there be in such a short time? He sighed and gave a signal to the Soldiers at the Watchtower. Just like that, the advantage painstakingly built up would gradually be nullified.
"Front-row Warriors, prepare..."
The Soldiers on the Watchtower lowered the Bow and Arrow in their hands and ordered loudly.
In an instant, a line of Barbarians and Druids walked out from the front. Behind them were Paladins whose Auras flickered one by one.
"Swish swish..."
Countless arrow rain formed ink-wash-like black rainbows in the drizzling and overcast day. On the other side of the Crevice, looking at the Monsters fearlessly filling it with their bodies, everyone couldn't help but hold their breath. Their eyes, filled with bloodshot veins, were full of bloodthirsty desire. The cruelty of war had ignited the bloodlust and brutality deep within the Warriors' hearts.
After the last Dark Hunter was filled and fell into the Crevice, this bottomless and black Crevice was finally filled by the enemies.
Without the need for the Soldiers on the Watchtower to speak, the front-row Barbarians put down the Bow and Arrow in their hands and took out their familiar melee weapons and Shields. They let out earth-shattering roars. The Tier 2 Skill - Shout, instantly increased their Defense significantly. The Druids also timely cast Werebear Transformation. Oak Sages lingered nearby, greatly increasing both their Life and Defense.
The Paladins standing behind them divided labor and cooperated. Most activated Resistance Aura and stood far apart, covering the Warriors in the front row without missing anyone. Group operation and excellent coordination maximized their Strength/Power. After being buffed by Shout, Oak Sage, Werebear Transformation, and Resistance Aura, the Defense and Life of these Warriors reached an extremely terrifying stat value.
The remaining Paladins, however, activated the Offensive Aura "Holy Fire Aura". Although the Damage Value of the Tier 2 Skill - Holy Fire Aura was not high, many Paladins only symbolically added a single point to it in order to learn more powerful Skills later. But at this moment, the density of the enemies gave Holy Fire Aura value for use.
After a portion of the Advanced Transformed Ones served as Tanks, Vita Village's Ranged Attack output instantly dropped a level. Fortunately, the enemy's Dark Wanderer and Skeleton Archers had also suffered heavy casualties. The Arrows that poured down like locusts at the beginning were now much thinner. The Battle had shifted from a fierce life-and-death struggle to a prolonged war of attrition. As long as the meat wall in front was not breached, the ultimate victor of this Battle would be Vita Village.
"Haha, piece of cake, piece of cake..."
The Barbarians in the front row, wielding the axes and swords in their hands, had their clothes, foreheads, and faces already covered in Blood. Their hearty laughter looked indescribably ferocious. After being buffed by Skills, the attacks from the surging Fallen and the Dark race were like a tickle to them. Only the Giant Beasts could cause a tiny bit of trouble. The power of teamwork was the most powerful essence in Sanctuary.
"Roar."
The wildness dormant within the Druids' bodies after transforming into Werebear Form was stimulated by the Blood and boiled up. At this moment, their massive bear heads, baring fangs and claws, looked even more ferocious and terrifying than the Barbarians. Not to be outdone, they swung their massive Bear Paws, slapping the short Fallen like Pugs into the pile of flesh one by one.
"Move aside! Move aside! Brothers!"
Several shouts came from the back row. Over a dozen slender figures drilled out from the gaps between the tall Paladins. Looking closely, they were all Assassins. They, who were usually gloomy and calm, now had expressions of heroic excitement.
The Tanks quickly made a few gaps for them to drill through. These Assassins rushed out, instantly switching the Bow and Arrow in their hands to melee weapons. Approaching the enemies, the Tier 2 Skill "Fists of Fire", One Charge Up, two...
"Step back a little!!"
Without the need for these Assassins to remind them, the Tanks had already actively retreated several steps. They had already experienced the terror of the Assassins' Charge-Up Skills.
Three Charge Up... Release!!
"Boom..."
A series of flame explosions rang out. Nearby enemies were instantly blown away by the explosion, and a blank area actually appeared along the entire battle line.
After the explosion, the dozen or so Assassins immediately drilled back into the crowd, waiting for the Skill cooldown. Even with the Resistance Aura buff, their Weak life made them unsuitable for prolonged battle on the front line.
"Hey, Little Guys/Kids, take down that Giant Beast for me."
A Sorceress wearing a black robe, emitting a chilling Aura from her entire body, pointed at a Giant Beast in the most dense direction of the Monster crowd and said.
In an instant, over a dozen Arrows visited that Giant Beast's body. It let out a mournful cry, its eyeballs slowly dimmed, and it teetered and fell.
"Boom..."
Just as the Giant Beast fell to the ground, the Black-robed Mage gently pointed with his hand. Its Corpse rapidly swelled up as if it were a balloon being inflated, then burst with a 'pop'. Bone, flesh, and Blood filling the sky turned into the most potent weapon, Devouring all its companions around it.
The Necromancer's Tier 2 Skill - Corpse Explosion.
The terrifying and cruel sight made even those battle-hardened Warriors couldn't help but tremble, fearing that one day their own corpses would also receive such a Baptism. Only that Black-robed Mage, who was the culprit, let out a sinister and cruel laugh.
"Tsk tsk tsk tsk... War... Corpses... Oh... God!! It's really too... Ah... Which bug shot that Arrow."
Before he could finish laughing, a stray arrow flying out from who knows where hit him squarely in the forehead. It hurt so much he covered his forehead and cursed loudly. The image of a Mysterious Expert instantly collapsed.
"Lord Druv, the Sorceresses' Mana is almost used up..."
A Sorceress around 30 years old rushed up and said. Her blue Sorceress Robe was already stained with mud and still had several chilling arrow holes remaining, looking just like a beggar's clothes.
"Is that so? The situation is really not good."
The Bow and Arrow in Lord Druv's hand didn't stop for a moment. A thoughtful expression appeared on his face. Including Class Changers and Mercenaries, although the number of Sorceresses was only a few hundred, the powerful destructive force of Magic was definitely one of the main forces of Ranged Attack. Without the Sorceresses' Magic, Vita Village's Ranged Attack output would probably decrease by more than half.
"Notify everyone below to reduce the frequency of Magic use. Every Sorceress must retain a minimum Combat Power of at least 3 Mana Value." Lord Druv looked at the sky. "Just hold on a little longer. As long as we hold on a little longer. When it gets dark, this Battle can temporarily come to an end."
Accompanied by thunder and drizzle, and the intense screams and roars on the Battlefield, this fierce prolonged battle was still continuing. The arrow rain above the Battlefield was far less than the sky-covering deluge at the beginning. Brilliant Magic only occasionally streaked across weakly at this point. Whether it was the Monsters or Vita Village's side, they had both entered a relative period of fatigue.
"Ugh..."
After who knows how long, the Tanks in the front row let out muffled groans. The arms mechanically swinging weapons were swapped out repeatedly. At this point, both arms had started to go numb. As the saying goes, ants can kill an elephant with numbers. Even with Skill buffs, facing the enemies surging forward like a tide, they also gradually started to struggle a bit.
They were constantly drinking Life Potions. The Paladins behind also desperately replenished them with Holy Bolt. The consumption-type Prayer Aura was also activated. It should have been more than enough, but...
Who knows when, hundreds of Fallen Shamans rushed to a nearby location. Hundreds of sudden Fire Balls instantly suppressed the Life of the front-row Warriors.
"Damn it. Front-row Warriors, retreat. Paladins behind, move up."
"Second group of Archers, target the Fallen Shamans..."
With a few 'swish swish' sounds, hundreds of Arrows immediately poured towards the direction of those sneaky Fallen Shamans.
"Something's not right..."
Not long after, Lord Druv said in a low voice, muttering to himself.
The number of Fallen Shamans doesn't seem to have decreased much. We clearly killed quite a few just now. How could it suddenly...
"Bishibosh, it's Bishibosh..."
Lord Druv suddenly shouted loudly. With this reminder, everyone also had a sudden Realization.
"Look, over there."
A sharp-eyed Amazon pointed at a fiery red figure dodging around in the distance and said loudly.
"Damn it, it seems to be outside the range..."
The position where Bishibosh was standing happened to be outside the range of most Archers. Only a few High-Level Amazons in the front row could barely reach it.
Lord Druv watched Bishibosh Resurrecting the Fallen Shamans that were painstakingly killed one by one with fire in his eyes, wishing he could swallow it alive and skin it. The Fallen Shamans' Fire Balls have now become the main Pressure on the front-row Tanks.
Bishibosh must be killed first. Who knows how long its Resurrection ability can last? If this continues, the Warriors won't be able to hold on, Lord Druv thought anxiously. But looking at Bishibosh's distance, yet there was nothing he could do. Could it be that he really has to...???
"Daredevil Squad..."
After hesitating for a while, he only then squeezed out three words from between his teeth. Every word spoken felt as if a piece of flesh was being cut from his body. Young and precious lives were about to be buried because of his next decision. Perhaps the rest of his life would be accompanied by endless nightmares. The heavy burden and guilt suddenly gave him a masochistic pleasure.
"Swish..."
Just at the moment he decided, a sudden Arrow, like a single red dot among ten thousand greens, incongruously 'inserted' into the sky filled with arrow rain. It crossed the entire Battlefield distance, passed through countless obstacles, and firmly nailed itself into Bishibosh's Head.