Act 31: Both Archer

Wind Archers were tier-four troops, and Fear Spirits were tier-four creatures as well. However, the Agility and mobility that Fear Spirits took pride in were naturally countered by Wind Archers, who pursued precision. Their skeletal forms were terrifying, but the arrow resistance granted by those bodies was worthless against Enchanted Arrows. All that remained were their pitiful defense and vitality. The undead creatures flapped their tattered wings and flew over the battlefield one after another. Their shrill cries swept over the charging White Lion Guard. When Caglis raised his head, he saw only more of the monsters, bristling with arrows like hedgehogs, falling like rain and crashing onto the riverbank. After the first arrow storm, the swarm in the sky had already been reduced by one-sixth.

Blood Staff still did not order the Fear Spirits to retreat. The remaining Fear Spirits tumbled through the air, lowering their altitude, and began diving toward Eluin's Mage Corps. "They really did intend to trade themselves for our wizards. The lord understood them perfectly." Medisa pressed her lips together and watched the howling monsters through the gaps between the trees, her eyes full of admiration. Raindrops struck her soft cheeks, gathered along their curves, and dripped from her pointed chin. In the linden grove around her, roughly six hundred elven and human archers likewise held their breath beneath broad cloaks. Hundreds of pairs of eyes were fixed on the scene, yet their hands never stopped. In perfect unison, they drew a second arrow from the quivers behind them.

"Arrow Three." Medisa drew her bow and aimed at a patch of sky.

Clusters of white flames immediately rose from the forest, scattered like stars in the darkness.

Medisa nodded in satisfaction. "Wait until they are within four hundred feet. Follow my command."

She narrowed her