Unexpected Enemy

As a warrior, Alva was duty - bound to stand in front of his companions. He hoisted the small round shield in his left hand and took a resolute step forward, his right hand firmly gripping the sword.

"Duo..." A dull thud of collision resounded. An arrow pierced the small round shield in Alva's hand and was firmly nailed to the wooden shield.

"Roar..." Waves of deafening roars echoed from the forest depths. In the forest not far ahead of the group, numerous burly figures burst out from the dark tree shadows.

These figures, the Henesse people, held axes in their hands, wore animal furs, and their rugged faces were contorted with ferocity. They opened their mouths wide, roaring as they charged towards the group.

The moment Dilar saw them, his expression changed instantly. "They're the Henesse people! Be careful! Kill them!" he exclaimed in a hurry. As he spoke, Dilar nocked the arrow on the bowstring, and a faint green light swirled around the arrow.