A low, mournful horn sounded throughout Castleton Harbour...
Great Elf Archers appeared one after another atop the buildings along the docks. They wore black cloaks, gray light leather armor, carried combat longbows on their backs, and had two quivers hanging at their waists. They had just appeared on the rooftops opposite the Sea Wolf Sea Ship's berth.
A chilling killing intent blanketed the entire harbour.
The Silver Moon Elf archer corps was known as the finest long-range force on the Eastern Continent, on par with the Orc Tribe's Flying Axe Orc Legion and the Swamp Tribe's Lizardman Archer Legion.
They swiftly occupied every advantageous position around the docks.
Then, arrows wrapped in Wind Element silently tore through the darkness, blanketing the Sea Wolf's deck from every direction.
One Wind Element-wrapped arrow struck the main mast.
The arrowhead actually pierced through the nearly half-meter-thick mast and emerged from the other side.
Another arrow grazed Madam Yidula's cheek. If she had not turned to look toward the docks just then, it would have struck her directly between the brows.
With a bang, the arrow struck the wooden railing beside her. The arm-thick oak railing instantly snapped in two.
Terrified, First Mate Madam Yidula immediately raised a magical Light Shield. Feeling that it still was not safe enough, she frantically yanked a Magic Broom from her Magic Pouch and rode it into the night sky.
Several arrows that followed landed behind her, vanishing into the pitch-black night.
Then more Wind Element-wrapped arrows flew in. Two struck the Magic Broom's Floating Device almost simultaneously from behind. The Floating Device shattered at once, and Madam Yidula fell from the air into the sea.
On the battlefield, mages were always the archers' priority targets...
Madam Yidula had failed to evade the Great Elf Archers' fletched arrows...