Chapter 670
Garan Continent, Greenwater City.
As the largest city of the elven kingdom near the south coast, this place had practically gathered all of the most powerful combat subordinate races and flying forces of the elves.
They had one unified name and title here– the Windrunners!
The Windrunners consisted of almost all of the elven kingdom’s flying units, from the beginner-class flower fairies to the high-grade green spirits, and from the beginner pegasus knights to the high-grade silver pegasus knights. Add to that the squads of hippogryph riders, chimera hordes, and wind eagle strike units.
The reason why the witch alliance had been stationed at the Echo Isles for so long and yet still failed to take a single step upon Garan was due to the existence of these Windrunners.
However, the Windrunners were still First and Second Grade fighters after all. Keeping the high-grade witches at bay was still left to the god messengers sent over by the great temples of the central mountains, as well as elven powerhouses recruited from all over.
There were as many as five Fourth Grade powerhouses in Greenwater City alone, while the number of Third Grades exceeded two dozen.
It was the tremendous force that they represented that kept the Fourth Grade Pale Witch stationed on Echo Isles in check. Otherwise, the casualties brought to Garan by the Witch Calamity would not be as minor as it currently was!
It simultaneously possessed three magical effects: critical damage, artifact power, and pierce. Moreover, Thoda’rial, the Stars’ Fury had been personally blessed by God of Archery Marco. Consequently, the bow automatically generated magical arrows when drawn, with no need for any arrows to go with the bow.
Even Rimura didn’t dare face such a magical arrow glowing with countless magical sparks, despite having an energy shield from the adept’s tower on her person.
She quickly flashed and appeared a hundred meters away.
Rimura wasn’t to be outdone either. She waved her hand after dodging Ursol’s attack, and a sinister, semi-translucent ghost’s claw lashed outward, whistling and howling toward the enemy.
The ghost’s claw was only the size of a sink basin when it flew out, but with the continuous injection of magic energy from the tower below, the claw continued to grow in size as it flew toward the enemy. It was half an acre large by the time it reached Ursol and Zyvere.
The cold winds surged around them, filling the air with a ghostly presence.
The negative energy aura instantly corrupted the space into a landscape of pure gray.
Ursol didn’t dodge against an attack with such a large area. Instead, he calmly started preparing his next attack. Meanwhile, Zyvere, who was standing beside him, let out a battlecry and waved the short and delicate nature’s staff in her hand. A Purification Halo with an immense area immediately enveloped the both of them.
Magic soaked in negative energy was perfectly countered by such powers of purification.
The previously overwhelming ghost’s claw crumbled and shattered the moment it came into contact with the purification halo, turning into tufts of gray mist before slowly dispersing into the air.
At this point, the Stars’ Fury in Ursol’s hands had been drawn into a full moon.
Even more horrifying was the fact that three magical arrows containing explosive nature power had been simultaneously formed on the bowstring this time.
Boom!
As the snap of the bowstring rang out in the air, the three magical arrows shot forward. One of the magical arrows erupted with a powerful nature aura and transformed into a fearsome nature magic as it flew outward– Nature’s Fury!
It was nature magic that reached Fourth Grade. It could bring out the nature power inside in the instant it detonated, dealing terrifying spell damage to the enemy.
As this happened, the other two magical arrows had silently vanished into thin air. No one could sense where they had gone.
Evanescent Arrow!
It was also a secret archery technique that God of Archery Marco had granted to the elves.
The previously relaxed-looking Rimura couldn’t help but tense up when seeing the all-out explosion of Fourth Grade Ursol.
In truth, she wasn’t afraid of that Fourth Grade Nature’s Fury, but rather those two magical arrows that had turned invisible.
It didn’t matter how powerful of a spell it was; it had to hit the enemy to unleash its might.
Nature’s Fury might be powerful, but it could not break through the defensive magic of this Fourth Grade Pale Witch.
Rimura raised her head and let out a shrill, ear-piercing screech. The terrifying soundwave rippled in every direction like a wave. This Wail of the Banshee repeatedly weakened the Nature’s Fury. It was at its limits by the time it hit the Deadsoul Barrier surrounding Rimura. It vanished before even making a splash.
The rippling soundwave’s range was vast, so much so that it even forced one of the Evanescent Arrows hiding three hundred meters away to appear.
The sound of piercing winds immediately erupted from the Evanescent Arrow upon being revealed, as it shot toward Rimura’s forehead.
The magical defensive strength of the Deadsoul Barrier was decent, but it was insufficient against physical attacks.
Rimura’s silhouette flashed as she once again used Flicker to dodge this attack.
Just as she flickered and appeared in her new position, the air three meters away from her trembled. An Evanescent Arrow appeared out of thin air, accelerating and piercing toward her forehead.