Hill could not help laughing as he watched the giant screen. The Undead had already divided the battlefield into two sections. The large families stood before the Drow... while the independent players and smaller families were locked in battle with the Goblins and Trolls.
The Disease Stone Golem had long since exploded into dust scattered across the ground.
The Undead, who had been scrambling in confusion just moments ago, had already found their rhythm.
The defensive Knights standing directly before the Drow had not suffered a single casualty for a full ten minutes... The people beside them were now all old friends. Having fought together for so long, even without commands being shouted, they could switch skills with barely any difference in timing.
The archer Hill had been watching closely drew and fired in almost exactly the same posture as the one beside her, even with a very similar rhythm... This only made Hill more certain of his suspicions.
Drow were Elves too. Every Elf had their own feel for the longbow in their hands. That included Mages and Priests; just because they did not use bows did not mean they were not skilled with them.
Wax Demons were different. The raw material Rose used to create these monsters was Succubi. They could wield spider silk with ease, but with bows, they could only manage to shoot accurately.
That distinctive Elven rhythm and cadence were difficult for Wax Demons to imitate... But these things were excellent imitators. If he had not noticed her from the start, it would have been difficult to spot her differences among so many archers.
Hill marked a spiderweb above her head.
Selûne, who had been watching for a long time, noticed that Hill had finished his observations and hurriedly asked, "Does that Silver Moon Goddess