Chapter 116: Summoning the Rain of Arrows

“Foolish dwarf, now it’s your turn to die!” Kotar sneered coldly, raising his trident high. The blade shimmered with a blood-red magical glow as he prepared to hurl this deadly weapon to kill the dwarf. Suddenly, a sharp, rushing whistling sound pierced the air beside his ear.

The “Son of the Demon” raised his hand and firmly grasped the arrow shot from the side, the half of the arrow shaft protruding beyond his palm trembling violently, as if it possessed life.

Kotar’s expression shifted. Struggling to endure the burning pain in his palm, he turned his head toward the direction the arrow came from. Appearing in his field of vision was an old man with graying beard and hair. His disabled right leg was fitted with a crude wooden prosthetic that looked like an unpolished stake. In his hand, he held a similarly simple longbow, its string still humming with vibration.

“Hah! Another old fool coming to die!” Kotar suddenly exerted force, snapping the arrow in his palm.

The veteran ranger Guillaume Tail met this provocative gesture with a mocking laugh. He drew the bowstring taut and, appearing casual, shot an arrow into the sky.

Kotar did not understand the old man’s intent and watched warily for the arrow’s trajectory. But the arrow vanished the moment it left the bowstring, dissolving into the air without a trace. Just as confusion filled his mind, a surge of magical energy erupted ahead. A dense rain of arrows seemed to materialize from nowhere, gathering into a dark, oppressive cloud that howled as it shot toward him.

Kotar’s face paled. He hastily swung his cold-blooded trident to block. The arrow storm swept past, leaving countless tiny wounds across the reptilian lord’s body. Though not life-threatening, the sight of him dripping with blood was undeniably humiliating.

“Damn old man! I will skin you alive and crush every bone in your body!” Rage filled Kotar’s bloodshot eyes as he cursed venomously, preparing to counterattack. Suddenly, a retreat horn sounded behind him.

Kotar’s expression changed again. Suppressing his fury, he unfurled his black wings and soared back to his forces. Landing, he strode toward Elder Basong, snatched the horn, and smashed it to pieces beneath his foot.

“Basong! Have you lost your mind? Why order a retreat at this critical moment when we are about to break the enemy’s lines?”

Facing Kotar’s furious roar, Basong shook his head with a bitter smile.

“Chieftain, I must remind you that the troops fighting on the front line now are our loyal core forces. If we continue this reckless assault that disregards casualties, even if we succeed in capturing Derlin Town as you desire, our core units will be severely weakened by heavy losses. Wouldn’t that only benefit those wavering factions within the tribe?”

Kotar felt as if a bucket of cold water had been dumped over him. His fiery temper immediately cooled as he scanned the battlefield. Indeed, he noticed many reptilian commanders had not actively led their troops into battle, merely going through the motions.

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