Planting Mushrooms

"Spread out!"

Seeing the golem's savage momentum, the Drow Matron took the initiative to retreat.

The elven warriors split into orderly groups, scattering as their arrows never stopped flying. Even the casualties among their companions failed to stir the slightest change in their expressions.

The golem and Shield Guardians split up in pursuit. Red light blazed from the Iron Golem's eyes as it fixed its gaze on the Drow Elf Matron.

After a brief pause, a glimmer flashed across the golem's head. Flame Arrows and Force Arrows shot forth again, except this time, it did not even raise its hands.

The spells were inscribed into the golem's core, allowing for great flexibility in casting. Raising its hands was often nothing more than a deceptive gesture.

The tactic worked as expected. Several more Drow Elves suffered grievous injuries.

However, the Flame Arrow aimed at the Drow Matron was cleaved apart by a tall Drow warrior. The flames exploded in midair, and he easily dodged them.

The Drow Matron chanted softly, and streaks of magical radiance descended onto the tall Drow warrior.

The Drow warrior let out a roar and led a five-man squad forward to meet the Iron Golem head-on.

The Iron Golem swung its massive door-sized sword at the Drow warrior, but he twisted away from it. His movements were awkward, yet he remained completely unharmed.

"Whoosh—"

The greatsword swept horizontally in a smooth follow-up, its movement precise as though forged through countless battles.

The Drow warrior hastily pushed off the ground, twisting his waist in midair to narrowly evade the second attack.

His gaze was grave, his jaw clenched. He was clearly tense to the extreme.

He was dancing along the line between life and death. One mistake, and he might be crushed into pulp. The Abjuration spells on