Wolf Head Mountain was far from peaceful. Monster howls and roars could be heard from a distance, mixed with the thunder of cannon fire that rang out from time to time.
The elves and giants followed an uneven dirt road stained with dried blood, winding upward.
The Black City Wall towered over the mountain, with watchtowers, arrow towers, and sentry towers standing tall.
Every so often, arrows that looked like streaks of light shot through the firing ports of the watchtowers. With a whoosh, they vanished into the distant sky.
There seemed to be nothing unusual about it.
However, when they focused their attention and stared at the watchtower firing ports, trying to catch the instant those streaking arrows shot out, a chill suddenly rose from the soles of their feet and struck the crown of their heads.
Their hair stood on end.
The arrows were clearly still dozens or even hundreds of meters away, and they were not aimed in their direction. Yet they could not shake the illusion that the arrows might turn at any moment and punch a hole through them.
Was that reasonable?
The giants scratched their heads. Since they could not figure it out, they stopped thinking about it and merely thought to themselves that the human Tian Yuan Territory truly lived up to its reputation. It was quite powerful.
The elves could not help thinking about it.
Elves were originally a race "skilled with bows." Among the classes they could awaken, archer-type professions were mainstream.
From the lower-grade Wood Elf Archer (Common Three-Star), to the high-tier unit Moon Elf Ranger, and then to the Epic Lifeform God Moon Elf, their archery was exquisite and profound, unrivaled among those of the same tier.
In archery and tree planting, elves had their own pride.
Among the