The Kael Elf Warrior, with his mind gone blank, could feel the weakness of his failing body as an icy chill spread from the ground's rocks to his entire being.
He couldn't help but open his mouth, but no sound came out; instead, a surge of blood gushed from his stomach, hastily filling his lungs.
He was dead!
Drowned in his own blood!
This Kael Elf Warrior was not an isolated case; despite their preparedness, they were utterly defenseless against the crossbow arrows and attacks coming from all directions.
The mentality of these Kael Elf Warriors gradually unraveled, with fear and dread proliferating swiftly amidst the chaos.
The commands from the commanders became increasingly disordered, a plethora of voices rendering them completely unable to discern direction or identify the enemy.
Then, some pre-prepared Gray Elf Modified Warriors emerged.
Taking advantage of the smoke for cover, they unhesitatingly struck down the panic-stricken Kael Elf Warriors.