Sixth Ring Wizard

Chapter 6 Night Hunt

In the woods ahead, an enemy stood with a longbow in his hand, leaning against a large tree. He had just fired an arrow, but it missed its mark.

He didn't expect to hit anyone; their task was simply to suppress the enemy with firepower and prevent them from escaping.

Their plan was successful; their arrows never stopped firing, and the enemy was finding it difficult to break through for the time being.

He nocked another arrow, observed the surrounding movements, and then quietly slipped out to prepare to shoot another arrow.

A sudden pain shot through his forehead. He opened his eyes wide and realized that an arrow had struck his head the instant he appeared.

"Why am I so unlucky..." His consciousness gradually faded into darkness, and he couldn't understand why he was so unlucky before he died.

He couldn't believe that the other side had aimed at him and shot him. In such darkness, the shot could only have been fired randomly, yet it just so happened to hit him.

After hitting his target with his arrow, Herag drew his bow again and aimed at another tree.

The moment the person behind the tree appeared, Herag released the bowstring, and the person fell to the ground.

"Charge!" Emil charged forward before he could even admire Helag's archery skills.

His knight-level physique allowed him to see his surroundings clearly even in the dark, though not as clearly as Hellagur, and he couldn't see very far.

After discovering that Helag had killed two people, Emil decisively chose to break out.

Using the jungle trees as cover, he dodged the arrows and approached an enemy a few moments later. With a single slash of his sword, the man's head fell to the ground.

Helag and his men followed closely behind, as he advanced while also looking for an opportunity.

As soon as the opponent shows their face, he raises his hand and fires an arrow; so far, he has never missed.

"warn!"

Suddenly, a red light flashed in the field of vision, while a deep blue light prompted the user to dodge to the right.

Without any hesitation, Herag immediately rolled to the right.

A giant sword landed right where he had just been standing.

"Huh?" The man who threw the giant sword at him let out a soft exclamation, clearly not expecting that Herag would be able to dodge the attack.

Herag felt a chill of fear; if he hadn't dodged, that giant sword would have cleaved him open from the top of his head.

He managed to dodge thanks to the deep blue indicator, but the others weren't so lucky.

The three pursuers were all knights, and the other two each killed one of the guards.

Hagen, with his hands covering his neck, collapsed to the ground, blood pooling around him, after a gaunt man with a dagger slit his throat.

The third knight-level expert also used a sword, with a very slender blade. This type of sword is generally used for performing flashy court swordplay.

The person had a graceful figure, and upon closer inspection, Herag realized that she was actually a woman.

The female knight pierced the throat of a guard with her sword, then turned and stared at Herag.

"Deep Blue, detect the other party's body data."

"Strength 2.1, Agility 2.3, Constitution 1.9, Spirit 1.2, contains unknown energy."

Herag put away his longbow and drew his longsword.

The opponent is far more agile than me. Running away will only expose my back and lead to my quicker death. I have no choice but to fight to the death.

At that moment, a hand pressed down on his shoulder.

Emil, who was about to charge out, turned back and said to the surviving Helag and the others, "You guys go first, they're after me."

"Emil, I thought you'd run away like a rat," the man wielding the greatsword laughed.

Emil said expressionlessly, "Long time no see, Marco."

Marco gritted his teeth and angrily pointed at Emil, saying, "You're still as annoying as ever, always acting so high and mighty, looking down on everyone! I'm a knight now, and tonight I'm going to crush you completely under my feet..."

Helag didn't hear what he said next; he and the remaining four were facing another problem.

Three knight-level warriors went to deal with Emil, while the remaining two teams of archers went to deal with Herag and his group.

They stood guard in the woods ahead, using arrows to suppress Herag and his men, preventing them from leaving.

Herag took the longbow off his back and said to Jimmy and the others, "I'll take care of them. You guys decide what to do based on the situation."

"Deep Blue, plan the optimal route, objective: eliminate all enemy units."

"Route planning has been completed."

A map marking the route and enemy positions appeared before him. Herag observed the map from a top-down perspective and then began his hunt.

Deep Blue was simultaneously monitoring the actions of all the enemy's players, and the trajectories of all the arrows were predicted and displayed in advance.

Taking advantage of the darkness, Herag easily dodged the arrows, nocked his bow, and shot down the enemies in the forest one by one.

At first, these people didn't realize anything was wrong, but as more and more people fell, they discovered that so many people were missing from their side.

Helag was like a ghost lurking in the night; they simply couldn't pinpoint his location.

Helag would kill someone and immediately change position along the route, and the arrows would always hit the spot where he was before. These people were always a step too slow.

After he shot the eleventh man, the men finally succumbed to the immense pressure and began to retreat.

"Help our Lord Marco! They have knight-level archers!" one of them cried as he ran up to the four people who were engaged in fierce fighting.

Marco frowned. "A knight-level archer? That wasn't mentioned in the intelligence. Sean, you take care of him!"

Sean was the gaunt man with the dagger. He silently disappeared into the darkness, a common tactic used by assassins to conceal themselves.

Assassins are the best at dealing with archers; that's common sense.

"A Knight-class aircraft is approaching!"

The moment Sean entered the area, Deep Blue issued a warning and marked his location on the map.

Herag turned his head and looked around; there seemed to be no one in that spot.

If Deep Blue hadn't warned him, he probably wouldn't have noticed this person touching him from behind.

He hid behind a tree, seemingly shooting arrows forward, but suddenly changed direction and instead shot at Sean.

As Sean silently advanced, he saw this scene and his muscles tensed, his pupils contracting slightly.

"He was at least a hundred meters away. How did he spot me?" This thought flashed through Sean's mind.

The arrow was already close to his face, and Sean twisted his body in an odd posture to barely dodge the unexpected arrow.

However, his right arm was still scraped and the skin was broken.

This minor injury was nothing to worry about, and Sean didn't take it to heart.

He felt even more confident after dodging the arrow.

"The opponent isn't a knight-level archer; he's just a skilled archer." He drew this conclusion based on the speed of the arrows.

Herrag's sudden arrow missed, and Sean believed that with his precautions, he was even less likely to be hit.

On the other side, after seeing that the arrow had missed, Herag immediately changed position and disappeared into the depths of the forest.

"Trying to escape?" Sean smiled slightly. Assassins love hunting down fleeing prey.

(End of this chapter)