"Release!!"
A sharp shout erupted from the anxious lips of the Dwarven Elf.
The Zhuoer Elf Archers released their bowstrings, shooting deadly arrows.
On the bright white metal arrowheads, dark, ominous stains glimmered faintly.
With precision, they pierced the charging Jackalweres Slave Warriors.
A Jackalman Warrior shot in the head dropped swiftly, dying without any resistance.
Other arrows also hit Jackalman Warriors in the chest, showcasing the Zhuoer Elf Archers' impeccable marksmanship.
Yet, the struck Jackalman Warriors seemed unaffected, continuing their charge toward the hilltop stronghold with arrows embedded in their chests.
The eerie scene drew grim smiles from the Dwarven Elves, only for their eyes to widen in shock moments later.
They couldn't help but exclaim:
"This is impossible! I clearly coated the arrows with poison!"
"Poisoned arrows? So what? These creatures have already consumed antidotes, reducing poison damage by over 50%!"
