It had come to this.
More than half the humans attending the gathering had died, but because Charles's projection had drawn the attention, it had successfully focused all the other half-elves' attention onto him.
This created an opportunity for the survivors to flee.
Yvenjieling in particular had the sorcery Charles had cast on her. Though she had been struck by some of the battle's aftershocks, she had not been injured.
At the edge of the gathering ground and battlefield, Yvenjieling looked toward the half-elves in the midst of the fight, her eyes still filled with hatred.
But recalling Charles's instructions, she quickly slipped into the forest and began to flee.
On the battlefield.
The half-elf captain was grinding his teeth to pieces.
After joining the close-quarters fight against Charles, he had finally managed to curb Charles's formidable performance.
By now, little of Charles's projection power remained.
"I'll kill you!"
The half-elf captain roared, unleashing a fierce offensive against Charles with immense strength.
Likewise, Charles intended to kill this fellow—or at the very least, grievously wound him.
Elves and half-elves shared the same trait: they were skilled archers.
But being adept at long-range attacks did not mean they were weak in close combat.
An archer's poor melee ability was merely a game's attempt at balance.
Games required balance, but reality did not.
Half-elf archers were equally formidable in melee. Compared with dedicated close-combat warriors, the only difference in their fighting power lay in their equipment.
A melee warrior's armor might simply be thicker.
The ranger captain fought with savage ferocity.
Charles's projection power was still insufficient, and the ritual's energy was also about to run dry.
So he sought another way to deal with his opponent.
Charles fiercely beat his pterodactyl-like wings, whose defensive power was quite impressive.
The enormous wings