The archer above kept drawing his bowstring and firing at the goblin archers. The Goblin Archers were level 10, while he was only level 7. Even though he did everything he could to harass them, he often could not kill a goblin with a single shot. He could only try his best to draw the Goblin Archers' fire while hiding behind a broken wall and feeling the arrows flying up from below.
They widened the distance again, and their previous tactic was repeated once more. The goblins left behind another six corpses and retreated in fear again.
But Mer's excitement had only just begun. The first time he encountered a raid dungeon in the game, he had not fought mobs like these. That indescribable thrill—he was no longer a rookie now.
After the third round, Mer gradually began to feel the pressure. He panted heavily. This was the physical exhaustion caused by prolonged combat. This world could not possibly be exactly like a game; game characters did not grow tired from fighting.
Ravi's movements had also become somewhat sluggish. The continuous battle had indeed drawn out his potential at first, but that stimulant-like excitement would soon fade, and the vitality he had overdrawn would bring fatigue.
The knight's endurance was still barely holding up. Though it was difficult, he was not as exhausted as Mer and the others. As a warrior, his body underwent intense training every day. Otherwise, he would not even be able to move in that suit of armor.
After nine rounds of their formulaic tactics, Mer's group had pushed the battle far away from the breach.
"Eighteen already. About half should be left. Ravi, can you count the goblins precisely?"
Mer watched the goblins retreat again and began gulping down breaths of air.
"A few more