Elf Forest, Akala River Valley,
The arrow Welber fired vanished directly into the shadows of the forest without a sound.
"Don't panic. There's only one of them at most."
Welber shouted, steadying his subordinates' panicked expressions.
His bad premonition had come true, but perhaps the best news was that the ambusher was not one of those detestable Elf Guards.
Having dealt with the Elf Guards many times, Welber was well acquainted with the elves' patterns of action. They never acted alone; at minimum, they moved in teams of three.
And judging from the current situation, the person launching attacks from the shadows was quite formidable, at least a Gold-level existence.
A powerful Elf Guard like that would definitely have a Silver-level elven squad by their side.
Be careful. There was still a chance!
Welber swept his gaze over his tense, vigilant subordinates, and a plan formed in his mind.
But they had to hurry. He did not know who was attacking them from the shadows. If it was an elf, they might very well have a way to contact the Elf Guards.
If the Elf Guards caught up with them, things would become troublesome.
Time was tight. If they could not deal with this ambusher quickly, he could only abandon his subordinates and flee alone.
At that point, Welber would not hesitate to abandon even those two elven slaves.
Welber knew well that if he was not decisive now, there might not be a next time.
This was the lesson he had learned from escaping the Elf Forest successfully time and time again.
Now, then.
Welber focused intensely and observed the situation around him.
The arrow that had flown out from the shadows earlier had been far beyond his expectations, to the point that he had failed to notice anything