"Woo-woo-woo!" The horns of war blared, and battalions of soldiers marched in ordered ranks under the Knights’ command into the Forest.
"W-What... What is this place..."
"So terrifying..."
"Are we really going to fight here?"
Not long after entering, the troops were affected by the corruption of negative energy particles in the area. One after another, their faces turned pale as dread seeped into their hearts. The elemental environment here could even impact a Mid-level Apprentice, let alone ordinary soldiers.
At the center of the formation, Rolf frowned deeply. He quickly reached into his Space Ring and took out a bag of leaves, handing them to Isaac, who stood beside him. "Distribute these to the soldiers—everyone gets one to hold in their mouths."
These were Spiritual Leaves and could reinforce spiritual power, serving as a potent defense against the corruption of negative energy particles in such conditions.
"My lord! Over here!"
However, before Isaac could begin distributing the leaves, a Low-level Apprentice at the front suddenly shouted. He was clutching a Crystal Ball that now emitted a blinding light. This reaction only occurred when the marked distance was less than a hundred meters.
"Whizz-whizz-whizz!"
At the same time, a shrill burst of arrow sounds erupted. From within a nearby bush, a volley of bone-white arrows shot out in dense formation. The Low-level Apprentice holding the Crystal Ball, along with the two soldiers assigned to protect him, was immediately pierced through and turned into a human pincushion.
"Aah!!!"
The Low-level Apprentice didn’t die instantly. Screaming in agony, he fumbled with a Magic Potion in an attempt to heal himself. However, an instant later, a Wind Blade sliced out from the same bush, striking true and lopping his head clean off. His cries were abruptly silenced.
Without warning, the battle commenced.
"Clack-clack-clack!"
"Heh-heh-heh!"
The grating sound of bone-on-bone grinding merged with the wheezing of hollow throats. Rows of zombies and skeletons surged out from either side of the road, followed by a rain of dense bone arrows aiming directly at the soldiers in the center of the path.
"S-Skeletons!"
"Monsters!"
The majority of the soldiers, having never before witnessed such a horrific scene, were already shaken. Combined with the corruption of negative energy particles in the air, their fear intensified exponentially. Within moments, the previously steady formation fell apart, and many soldiers were utterly stricken with terror.
"Clang!"
Just as the situation threatened to spiral out of control, the sharp, ringing hum of a sword pierced the air. Isaac, his entire body glowing with a radiant silver light, unsheathed his blade and charged forward. Wielding the Cross Sword in his hands, he swung with unrelenting vigor, cutting down several skeleton zombies on the spot.
As an illegitimate child, Isaac had long known that strength was the only means to change his fate. His rigorous and tireless Knight Training had made him one of the youngest warriors to achieve the power of a Mid-level Knight.
"Do not panic! Draw your swords and fight alongside me!"
"Barry, distribute the leaves—one per person, and hold them in your mouths!"
"Fight! Fight!"
Calm and assertive commands rang out one after another. The Spiritual Leaves quickly made their way into the soldiers’ mouths, and the tide of fear began to abate. The formation regained stability.
In the distance, Lynch, who was watching the scene from another bush, furrowed his brow deeply.
Even with the advantage of terrain and a surprise attack, they had achieved only a meager result. To make matters worse, even the High-level Apprentice among the enemy forces remained unshaken, not having made a move.
Difficult...
If he had previously thought he had a fifty-fifty chance at victory, now he was sure his odds had dropped to a mere thirty percent.
"What now?" Avery asked anxiously.
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