Question.
What should you do when you encountered a real elven archer?
Answer.
Run.
Paige, clad in an Elf Archer Outfit, walked through the mountain forest.
As she looked around, her pointed elven ears twitched slightly.
She turned her head. A black shadow flashed through her field of vision.
Paige drew her bow, nocked an arrow, and raised her chin high, her golden hair streaming in the wind.
Snap!
The bowstring rang out, and an arrow flew.
Had the black shadow not been a rolling lizard, it would have already been hit.
An arrow stood embedded in the ground.
Its arrowhead had sunk deep into the earth.
Its fletching trembled without pause.
It was filled with power and killing intent.
This was not a staged photo shoot.
It was a real arrow capable of killing.
Snap!
Snap!
Snap!
The black shadow kept appearing around her, drawing ever closer.
The bow in Paige's hands grew faster and faster. Every arrow was capable of piercing a target from a hundred paces away, but unfortunately, the shadow evaded them all with all manner of inconceivable movements.
When she could no longer draw any arrows from the exquisite quiver on her back—
The black shadow threw back its head and roared, then charged straight at her.
Paige's pupils contracted slightly.
Yet although startled, she did not panic. She swung her longbow and met it head-on.
Elves excelled at ranged attacks such as archery, but that did not mean they lacked strength or close-combat ability.
Besides, the orc before her had his strength suppressed, exactly like her.
An elf and an orc.
They fought to the death in this deserted mountain wilderness.
They competed in strength, skill, and fighting spirit.
Every move struck at a fatal weak point.
Dr. Shepherd and the others had organized