Chapter 132: Massacre (2)
"Shields!" Skaha yelled.
The old man’s voice was followed by a muffled cry of pain as an arrow slammed into one of the guard’s throats. The guard stumbled backwards, clutching onto his neck as he fell to the ground with a thud.
"What the hell? How did they reach so far into our territory!?" Skaha yelled again. "Where is that damned creature!?"
On cue, his eyes went towards his ace, the Mammoroth, trapped by the Banurs. They couldn’t finish off the massive creature with just a dozen of them, but they could distract it while the rest took care of the Tulkas, and that’s how A’Mila and her legion of archers broke through their ranks.
"Damn it!" Skaha cursed his oversight.
His overconfidence in the Mammoroth was backfiring on him big time. But that was the least of his concerns as more arrows followed. Thankfully, all the guards had raised their shields by then.
But it was in vain, as the arrows rained on them in every direction, the raging wind helping the arrows to disperse and hit more targets.
More importantly, the worst part was that the rain was helping the archers conceal themselves. Couple that with the dark, and things got worse for them.
All the conditions should have worked against the archers, yet somehow, they were able to take advantage of nature and turn the situation on the Tulkas.