"Fire!!"
The Half-Elf Ranger's angry roar echoed.
In an instant, hundreds of arrows sailed over the wall.
As residents of the Supreme Forest, nearly every soldier here was skilled in Archery.
However, the weather was not on their side.
The torrential downpour gathered into even larger streams among the treetops. As the arrows flew through a curtain of rain, their accuracy was severely limited. Most of them went astray, landing harmlessly.
The Kobolds, holding small shields, shrieked as they advanced rapidly.
Most of the soldiers' arrows were blocked by the tattered shields they held up. Only the Half-Elf Rangers' shots found their mark.
Standing beside Colin, Ale immediately began chanting a Spell.
Her clear voice and the elegant Spell blended, making it sound almost like a beautiful song.
She raised her Magic Staff. A point of light landed among the Kobolds and erupted into a fireball that consumed everything in its path, tearing a huge hole in their battle line.
