Chapter: 463

Jay had no time to dodge – he quickly pulled out deathwalker’s sentry;

*THUD! scrr~*

As the heavy root hands connected, Jay was pushed to one side. Bone dust scraped away as the sentry shield took most of the damage.

[-4]

Jay quickly stored it in his inventory again before anyone noticed – everyone except Anya of course.

*Dwoosh~*

…*PHOONK*

Another arrow flew in, connecting with its target – this time aimed a little lower.

Jay looked back, giving her a confused look, as if to say ‘Why? Just why?’

Anya only frowned, “The rear then?” she guessed as she pursed her lips, already feeling out of her depth.

“It would be better if it just has no weak point… then I wouldn’t have to do what I’m about to do.” she mumbled to herself as she reloaded another bolt.

Thankfully, the treant hectopede went down before she could fire again. It only needed a few more hits from Jay and it collapsed as if it were an oversized puppet.

“Not bad,” Jay smiled.

He and Anya had killed it without anyone else attacking it; they would get all the exp for this one.

Both of the two new treant hectopedes were slain, so they slowly returned to Jay’s V-formation.

Of course, Peter was still recovering.

*Br – CUR- CRRrrrr-oooo!*

More thundering noises came from the south, soon followed by some deep earthly groaning noises.

“Seems like they’re winning.” Jay thought as he returned to his position at the bottom of the V.

The adventurers of Losla all had roles to play. While they were not as strong as the guards in the south-west, what they did was just as important.

More of the small stick-orbs rolled over and were easily culled; the barrier made of their dead bodies getting larger.

It wasn’t hard to kill them, but fatigue was starting to set in. The energy levels of the party were dropping slowly.

The only ones who seemed to be doing okay were the rangers along with the other ones with high dexterity: the dagger girl, the glaive guy and the sabre girl.

To the adventurers, it seemed like the battle was almost over as less of the stick-balls were leaving the forest now. Everyone just wanted to sigh in relief.

“No way…” Dan said, raising his axe.