I am the Arcane Archer, and all my skills are self-created.

Before Hua Zitong could reply to Steel Shield, a system announcement arrived first.

Golden text filled the field of vision of every player in District 21.

[Server-wide Announcement]

[In the 21st district, a guild legend, player "Seeing Through the Fog," led their team to successfully defeat Demon Overlord Mal'Ganis, completing the core objective of the Burning Crusade!]

The invasion portal to Sector 21 is now closed. All demonic units will be completely eliminated within 30 minutes.

[Congratulations to Server 21! This server is the third in the entire server to complete the core objective!]

The announcement was broadcast three times.

Third in the entire server.

Thirty-six districts faced a demonic invasion simultaneously, while district twenty-one, as a new district, became the third district in the entire server to complete the core objective.

Ironforge Central Square.

All the players who were still online stopped what they were doing and looked up at the golden announcement.

"Third? Our District 21?"

"That can't be right! The average level in Zones 1 and 2 is forty or fifty levels higher than ours, so why are we ranked third?"

"Didn't you see? Guild Myth! Players are completely clueless!"

"It's him again?"

"Another case of seeing things through a fog?!"

"Holy crap... what kind of monster is this guy...?"

Ironforge's world chat exploded instantly. Messages flooded the screen, so fast that it was impossible to read them all.

On the battlefield of the Cursed Land, Immovable Mountain raised his scarred giant shield and looked at the three lines of golden text in the sky.

The members of the second regiment around him were all covered in dust and dirt, with only a third of their health remaining.

They had been fighting the demon's onslaught for nearly twenty minutes.

The defense line nearly collapsed three times.

Two of the team members have already died once.

Just when they were about to give up, the demon suddenly weakened.

Those once unstoppable hellhounds and abyss guards have become listless, their attack power and speed plummeting.

Then, a server-wide announcement appeared.

"The president and the others did it." The voice, as immovable as a mountain, was so hoarse it was almost inaudible.

But every one of his teammates heard it.

The members of the second group stared at the announcement and remained silent for a few seconds.

Then, someone started laughing.

The laughter spread.

A dozen or so exhausted players stood amidst the corpses of demons scattered on the ground, laughing loudly.

On the battlefield of Stranglethorn Vale, Steel Shield rode his warhorse, looking at the golden announcement.

"You son of a bitch," he cursed with a laugh, "the boss really did take it down."

The bull came over carrying a large axe, covered in blood, but grinning like a fool.

"Steel Shield Bro, how many guys did the boss bring?"

Five.

"Five people taking down Hellfire Citadel?" The bull clicked his tongue. "Do you believe that?"

"I believe you." Steel Shield dismounted. "I may not believe others, but I believe you, Boss."

"I believe it too." After saying that, Bull added, "But seriously, how did he even fight? A level 52 leader..."

Steel Shield shook his head.

"Don't ask anymore, the answer is Arcane Archer."

Inside the Qianjin Pavilion, Lin Hai stared blankly at the communication crystal in front of him, sitting motionless in his chair.

He was just frantically dealing with the allocation of logistical supplies. The First and Second Regiments were fighting on two fronts at the same time, and the dispatch of consumables almost drove him crazy.

Then a server-wide announcement was released.

"Third place..." Lin Hai muttered to himself, "Our district, number three in the entire server..."

The professional gamers behind him were also discussing it animatedly.

"Isn't the boss amazing?"

"It's not a matter of being strong. Five people fighting the final boss of a level 50 area isn't strong, it's outrageous."

"That's why it's called the Mythical Guild."

Lin Hai stood up, took a deep breath, and clapped his hands.

"Alright, alright! Calm down! Quickly distribute the recovery potions from Kuli to Regiments One and Two! Although the demons are about to dissipate, the battlefield isn't cleaned up yet! Everyone, get moving!"

The casual gamers immediately got busy.

But everyone's face was filled with barely concealed excitement.

Myth Guild.

Third in the entire server.

From today onwards, these two words will be completely intertwined.

Meanwhile, inside Hellfire Citadel.

The five-person team is returning the way they came. The fortress's structure is slowly collapsing due to energy depletion, stones are falling from the dome, and the green fel flames are gradually dying down.

"Hurry up," Hua Zitong said. "The fortress won't hold out for much longer."

The five people strode quickly through the steps and passageways. The area that had been cleared earlier was now empty, with only the remains of demons scattered everywhere.

After exiting the obsidian archway at the fortress entrance, the environment of the Burning Steppes has changed.

The floating, burning boulders in the sky began to fall, and the green fel flames on the ground gradually died down. The stench of sulfur and decay in the air was fading.

-30! -30! -30!

Environmental damage has been reduced by nearly half.

"The source has been cut off," Hua Zitong said. "The fel energy concentration in the Burning Plains is decreasing. In a few hours, this place may become an ordinary volcanic area."

"Then let's hurry. Before it completely collapses."

The five people ran at high speed.

As he ran, Chasing Wind glanced back at the collapsing Hellfire Citadel. The massive structure, forged from obsidian and bone, lost its support after the fel energy dissipated, and the entire citadel was slowly crumbling.

"That thing is going to collapse," he said.

"Let it collapse," Li Wu said. "It's unnecessary."

Zhui Feng glanced back again, then quickened his pace.

After leaving the boundary of the Burning Plains area, the five people finally stopped to rest.

"Return to town." Li Wu took out a return scroll.

A flash of white light, and the five people disappeared from the spot.

Three seconds later, in the central square of Ironforge.

When Li Wu's figure appeared in the pillar of light, more than a hundred players in the square turned their heads at the same time.

"It's him! It's like looking at flowers through the fog!"

"He's back!"

"Is that the guy who defeated the level 52 leader?"

"Oh my god... he's only level 40..."

The crowd surged forward.

Some were cheering, some were clapping, and some were frantically sending messages to the world channel.

Li Wu was surrounded.

Hua Zitong, Mohen, Zhuifeng, and Yefeng were also surrounded by players. But everyone's attention was on Li Wu.

Five people are fighting Hellfire Citadel.

Level 40 fighting a level 52 boss.

This information spreads among players faster than through the world channel.

"The student council president is back!"

The sound of Steel Shield came from the direction of Qianjin Pavilion. He had returned to the city at some point and was squeezing through the crowd.

"Get out of the way! Don't block my boss's view!"

Looking at the crowd that had gathered around, Li Wu suddenly felt a little helpless.

He just wanted to return to the guild headquarters in peace.

"Let's go," he said to Hua Zitong.

With the steel shields clearing a path, the five people squeezed through the crowd and headed towards Qianjin Pavilion.

Behind them, the cheers from the central square of Ironforge lingered for a long time.

Li Wu walked without stopping, his back straight as he led the way.

The four people following behind walked quietly by themselves.

Zhui Feng occasionally stole a glance at Li Wu's back.

He recalled those few hours in the fortress.

He thought he was just a point of view in the team, unable to deal damage or help much.

But in the end, it was his arrow that made the warlord tilt his head, giving Li Wu a half-second window to charge up his arrow.

It was his positioning that allowed Li Wu to evade every fatal attack.

It was him, it was Mohen, it was Hua Zitong, it was Yefeng—the cooperation of these four gua sha masters—that provided Li Wu with all the space to deal damage.

"No matter how strong a person is, they can't fight a battle all by themselves," Zhui Feng silently recited to himself.

He looked at the bow in his hand.

Then he looked at the arcane bow that was emitting a faint glow in Li Wu's hand in front of him.

The gap is too big.

"One day," the Wind Chaser thought to himself, "my arrows will be just like yours."

He quickened his pace and caught up with the group.

The doors of Qianjin Pavilion were wide open in front of us.

Lin Hai stood at the door, his expression complex, a mixture of excitement, agitation, heartache, and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Welcome back.