"Pff!" sounds rippled continuously.
The horrific screams kept rising, with arrows raining chaotically, claiming the lives of more than a dozen unlucky ones.
The already panicked bandits descended into utter chaos.
Seeing the time was ripe, Matthew picked up the scroll.
The swirling fireballs tore through the red night sky, "boom!" crashing into the bandit crowd.
The huge fireball exploded, with searing flames wildly dancing like serpents.
The stench of charred flesh, wrapped in the smell of foul mud, spread.
"There's a spellcaster!"
Beverly's eyes bulged with shock as he yelled out a warning.
Matthew glanced at him but remained unmoved by his thoughts.
Last time, even fifty successive fireballs couldn't leave a mark on the advanced-level troll shadow hunter.
"Better to deal with the other bandits first!"
Listening to the seven or eight pleasant notification sounds of kills, Matthew continued his ruthless assault on the other bandits.