Chapter 95: The Shadow Hunter

  "No... Huh?"

  Arnold’s frantic shout abruptly halted as the Matthew who had been impaled by the spear vanished into wisps of light, disappearing pletely.

  It was merely an illusion!

  Even so, Arnold remained on high alert, gng toward the dire the spear had e from and shouting:

  "Watch the left fnk, there’s a high-level troll hiding there!"

  As he spoke, Arnold noticed the markings on the dropped spear, which made him shiver with reition. He yelled:

  "That’s a Shadow Hunter’s mark! Beware of its thrown spears, rogues, find its position!"

  A Shadow Hunter?

  Hidden in the shadows, Matthew raised an eyebrow, recalling information about the Shadow Hunters.

  They were an advanced css fers and hunters, and a particurly powerful o that.

  Not only did they possess formidable ranged assassination skills, but they were also exceptional in close bat, and profit in the use of poisons.

  Some of the best Shadow Hunters even had some degree of spellcasting ability.

  Fag such a profession’s assassination attempts could be almost impossible to defend against.

  Just like what had happeo Matthew earlier—if it weren’t for his decades of adventuring experiend the innate instinct of an arist to avoid direct danger...

  He could’ve easily been killed by that sudden spear!

  Normally, after entering such a deadly oppo and narrowly esg with their life, a spellcaster would retreat from the battlefield to safety, prioritizing survival.

  But Matthew wasn’t panicked; in fact, he found the situation almost amusing.

  "It wasn’t for nothing that I set this whole se up. Finally caught the real threat!"

  Just then, a chorus of roars echoed from the right as over a hurolls, rge and small, charged forward with various crude ons.

  Matthew g the now-faded "-3" mark and couldn’t help but smile as he said clearly:

  "So, everyone’s here now..."

  Tom shouted to psyche himself up, but then came a dull, whistling sound as something rushed towards him. He quickly raised his shield.

  g! The terrifying impact left his shield slightly dented.

  Tom staggered back a step, feeling a wave of pressure in his chest. His blood ed, and his right arm holding the shield was so numb he could barely lift it.

  The massive troll soldier roared iement, raising its hammer again to strike!

  Feeling faint with fear, Tom grit his teeth and braced his shield, though his legs wobbled and his hands trembled.

  He had no fidence left to block such a ferocious blow.

  "Crossbows!"

  A clear voice cut through the air, and a series of whoosh sounds followed!

  Tom, in disbelief, saw the troll, its body riddled with arrows, which had been withstanding the blows, suddenly stagger back with a scream.

  He focused and realized that the arrows iroll's chest were as thick as thumbs!

  The force of the arrows was immeheir destructive power tremendous. The troll's armor had been pierced, and the arrows embedded themselves deeply.

  The troll shuddered as it tried in vain to pull the arrows out.

  Moreover, the barbed arrowheads tio make the troll bleed, and a strange numbness began to spread from the wounds.

  The wouroll was clearly weakened.

  Seeing this, Tom’s spirits lifted, and he raised his shield again, surging forward.

  The barrage of arrows gave the soldiers a mueeded morale boost.

  The giant trolls made excellent targets.

  Even their extraordinary regeion abilities couldn’t ighe damage from the crossbow bolts.

  At that moment, Ange pulled out her final prepared scroll and tore it open without hesitation.

  A bright green light flowed into every soldier, rapidly healing their internal aernal wounds.

  Even their depleted stamina was quickly restored by the verdant light.

  The soldiers, now back to full strength, cheered and not only held their lines but began pushing back the irolls.

  This potent magic was one of the battlefield’s most renowned spells!

  The 7th-tier high-level spell—Mass Cure Wounds!

  The market price of this single scroll was a staggering 7,800 gold s!

  This was st month’s rgest expenditure for Bay Vilge, aside from paying troll bouo adventurers.

  Ange had felt a pang ret as she cast the spell, but seeing its miraculous effect, she quickly put her feelings aside and ordered the nearby rogues to switore powerful crossbows.

  In an instant, the trolls fighting the soldiers began to be pushed back, with several stru the head by bolts and dying on the spot.

  Finally, effective damage was being inflicted orolls!

  And yes, so far, the one who had inflicted the most damage orolls was Matthew, the arist lurking in the shadows!

  He had taken down 26 trolls, leading by a wide margin!

  Sed was Besib, the barbarian warrior with extraordinary strength who could overpower the trolls.

  He could decapitate a troll with a single blow, rendering their regeion useless!

  Even so, Besib had only taken down 8 trolls. After witnessing his power, the trolls stopped fighting him one-on-one, opting io atta groups of two or three.

  That was the differeween games ay—all se creatures had their own thoughts.

  They could retreat, they could flee!

  The adventurers nearby were stuo see that the soldiers of Bay Vilge were actually holding their ground against so many trolls.

  “Are these soldiers really this strong? They’re holding off an equal number of trolls?!”

  “They won’t st much longer. Over a hundred more trolls are about to join the fight on the right fnk. Outnumbered like that, there’s no way they hold.”

  “If it weren’t for the trolls, maybe they’d have a ce…”

  “No helping it. Trolls have that insane regeion.”

  “As long as it’s not a fatal wound, they heal even in the middle of battle…”

  “The soldiers aren’t the same. Even though the Lord’s rid is throwing around potions and healing scrolls, that only keep them going for so long.”

  “Exactly. Ohey tire out et injured again, the pressure’s going to mount...”

  “It’s a shame. If there were twice as many soldiers, they could focus their forces and take the trolls out bit by bit…”

  “Let’s wait for the right moment and focus on resg the Lord.”

  “Maybe we should set some traps to slow the trolls dowhe soldiers retreat…”

  “Not a bad idea…”

  “…”

  The experienced adventurers, having analyzed the situation otlefield, made some clear judgments.

  Though they were impressed by the strength of Bay Vilge’s soldiers, they still doubted the Lord would achieve victory. Many adventurers grumbled:

  “Wouldn’t it have beeer just to defend the camp?”

  FAL