The God of Light in the Marvel Universe

The monsters lurking quietly in the dense forest were frightened by the dazzling white light. They were controlled by their own animal nature and retreated towards the darkness behind them.

It is the nature of beasts to be afraid of the light at night, and even these monsters cannot violate their own nature.

The rockets that followed did not actually kill many Uridim, but ignited the shrubs and grass in the dense forest, illuminating the forest land with fire.

The darkness was dispelled, the monsters hiding in the forest were disturbed by the fire, and chaos began.

As he plucked the strings of the war bow in his hand, like a musician playing the piano, the white arrows turned into lightning, and the arrows condensed with magic power easily pierced the eyeballs of the monster and penetrated deep into its brain.

His Royal Highness's superb bow skills aroused cheers from the soldiers. Almost every time the bow string was plucked and an arrow was fired, a monster would die.

Often after one arrow is shot, the next one will follow. Under such precise and deadly sniping, the Warcraft feel that their lives are threatened, and they can only retreat toward the darker areas of the forest in embarrassment.

Such results have greatly enhanced the morale of the soldiers. Even if one or two monsters occasionally escape the prince's sniper attack, the soldiers will organize a wave of shooting to kill them!

"Report! A large wave of monsters suddenly appeared on the plain behind our camp. The number is about eighty. They have broken through our trap defenses and are gradually approaching the camp!"

When the messenger came with the news, Frey also stopped shooting and looked at the general who was in control of the situation.

"The soldiers in the rear need your support more than here. Please feel free to go, we will defend here!" The general who saw Frey's strength nodded.

Putting the bow on his back again, Frey whistled to call Carlos and flew towards the back of the camp without hesitation.

Riding on the back of the flying Pegasus, Frey had a clear view of the entire camp.

These monsters seemed to be controlled by someone, otherwise it would be impossible to use night attacks and flanking tactics.

Letting Carlos lower a little, Frey turned over and jumped off the Pegasus. With the wind whistling in his ears, he pulled out the long sword from his waist!

With the acceleration of gravity, Feyre landed on top of a running Uridim, and the sword in his hand effortlessly inserted into its spine, destroying its ability to move.

When the huge monster fell to the ground, Frey had already taken out the battle bow. While frantically absorbing the magic power in the environment, white magic light arrows like beads were constantly ejected from the battle bow!

With the unique agility of the elves, Frey was back on the wooden wall of the camp in a few jumps, helping the soldiers guarding there to kill the monsters.

Although Frey is a skilled shooter, he is still made of flesh and blood.

His war bow does not require physical arrows, it only requires magic plasticity to easily make excellent arrows, but this is an advantage based on the consumption of mental power and magic power.

As the intensity of the battle increased, Frey's arrows began to change from their original form into a long magic group.

An ordinary human archer's arms would start to tire after shooting at most ten arrows. Even if Frey had magic power to support him, how much stronger could Frey's immature body be compared to ordinary humans?

In less than 5 minutes, Frey could already feel the twitching of the muscles in his arms and his gradually distracted attention.

The monsters were not afraid of death, and they would rush towards the high wooden wall even if they were being shot by the soldiers in groups.

"call out--"

With a sharp sound of breaking wind, irregular arrows hit the strongest skull of an Uridim. The explosion of magic power caused its head to be bruised and bloody, but it stimulated its animal nature and made it even crazier. More dangerous.

Frey gritted his teeth and tightened the bow in his hand.

This was the third time he had missed his shot. The decline in his condition caused the arrow originally aimed at the eye of the monster to miss its target.

The lack of concentration also caused the various voices in his head to start to recall, making him draw the bow more slowly.

Blinking his eyes hard, Frey was about to shoot the arrow held between his fingers when he suddenly heard a scream.

"Uhhhh-"

An archer's arm was bitten off by a monster that climbed up a wooden wall. Although he fought hard, the human body could not defeat the monster. Under the claws of the monster, he was soon covered in blood.

Others around him angrily came to the rescue of their comrades and directed their anger at the monster that climbed up the wooden wall, but more monsters climbed up the wooden wall.

Soon, more screams began to come one after another.

Lifting the wrist guard on his arm, huge energy arrows were generated on the wrist guard due to the crazy absorption of magic power. Under Frey's control, they shot out like cannonballs!

The huge magic arrows landed in the area where the monsters were densest, and exploded in the bright white light!

As the blood of the monster splattered on its limbs, Frey felt as if his head had been hit by a battering ram.

Because he consumed a large amount of mental energy and magic power at once, Frey felt as if his soul was about to leave his body. He lost all strength and knelt on the ground, breathing heavily.

The smell of blood spreads in the air, both from monsters and humans.

Mental pain and physical fatigue hit him together. The waves of fainting and the pungent smell made Frey feel uncomfortable and almost vomited.

However, the attacking Warcraft will not let go of such a good opportunity.

The huge Uridim leaped onto the wooden wall, opening his bloody mouth wide, revealing sharp fangs. The battlefield was changing rapidly. Just as Frey became weak, the shadow of death quietly enveloped him.

"Herod—"

The white Pegasus descended from the sky, its hoofs inlaid with silver metal horseshoes kicked away Uridim who was attacking his master, and he used magic power to lift Frey onto his back.

These monsters are very mobile on the ground, and neither traps nor walls can stop them, but they do not have enough wings to fly.

"Well……"

Covering his head, Frey tried to stabilize his condition, but the anxiety in his heart made it difficult for him to calm down.

He did this for the first time on the battlefield, squandering all his power, which led to his current embarrassment. In the midst of mental reflection, Frey reorganized his situation and mobilized all available magic power as much as possible to restore himself. status.

Looking at the gradually falling defense line, Frey drew his long sword.

"Carlos, give me some cover, I need some time to recharge!"

Gently patting the Pegasus' graceful long neck, Frey jumped from behind it.

Taking advantage of his lightness and agility, Frey dodged to avoid the monster's attack and at the same time stabbed the long sword into its neck with his backhand.

The feeling of the long sword cutting through flesh and blood, the moist touch of hot blood spurting out, reminded Frey that this was not a dream, but a cruel reality.