Bang!
The wood elf ranger Ailande barely managed to block the rusty sword cleaving out of the thick fog with the dagger in his hand.
"Damn it... Is this never going to end?!"
He kicked the figure in front of him in the stomach, then used the force to leap backward and create some distance.
The attacker before him wore a suit of tattered chainmail and stared at him with unfocused eyes.
But that was not what made Ailande feel troubled.
Although the creature's movements were somewhat stiff, the techniques it used were genuine warrior skills.
If he had not reacted quickly to that downward slash just now, half his shoulder might already have been hacked off.
Moreover, these creatures that might no longer even be called human had no sense of pain and felt no fear.
Whoosh—
A crossbow bolt shot out of the fog behind him to the side, skimmed past Ailande's ear, and struck the rock wall nearby. Its fletching was still trembling.
Another one!
Ailande felt that he could barely lift his arm anymore.
He had already run out of arrows and could only struggle to hold on with this dagger.
Although these Empty Shell-like monsters were not especially strong individually,
what was truly maddening was that he could never know which corner the next enemy would emerge from, much less whether it would be carrying a sword, an axe, or suddenly throw a bottle of incendiary potion.
He could not even study their abilities in advance the way he could with monsters, based on creatures he had encountered before.
Everyone had different skills, as if they were fighting a chaotic mixture of adventurers.
"Rodney! Are your spells ready yet?!"
Ailande dodged a sweeping strike in embarrassment and shouted toward the rear, "If you don't blow