Just as the first division of the defenders brought out their runic weapons, the fire arrows raining down from the top floor of the fortress also changed their pattern; previously, the arrows ranged from 100-200 in number at each firing, and mid-flight, they started burning in that strange fire. And the arrows would be spread out in a wide range, targeting the bridge itself.
But this time, no such thing happened; the number of fired arrows increased to more than 500 at once, and the arrows, after being fired, did not burn in that strange flame, and the arrows this time did not spread out either. The third division members didn’t even get the time to drink up their potions to recover their mana; the arrows this time targeted specifically the members of the third division of the attackers, and at the right moment, when they barely had any reserves of usable energy left.
The third division’s leader squinted her eyes; these arrows were also much different than before. They weren’t like the spell-enchanted arrows as before. There were runes engraved in them, actual runes. She shouted with all of her might,
"RUNNNNNN, NOWWWW..........."
Those were arrows engraved with actual abilities or attacks, something they could absolutely not defend against, maybe if the arrows were made by any normal runecaster. But not those, she could tell from just a glance at those arrows, those masterfully engraved runes, only one person, only he could make such arrows. Not to mention her instincts warned that they were in serious trouble. So, there was only one choice: to run.
Her division members did not need any further clarification after that shout of hers; her panic-filled voice was as good as a signal, if any. With no reserves of mana left, they used their escape artifacts and activated them instantly. All the members of the attackers’ third division ran towards the other side of the bridge at full speed without looking back and without any hesitation.
But the arrows, as if noticing its targets running away, moved their tips ever so slight and the arrows were on top of them again, the arrows finally poured down like rain on the hanging bridge, most of them still missed, but some did get hit by it, and the arrows somehow ignored the defensive artifacts on their bodies, and the moment a person got shot by it, and it pierced their skin, they seem to receive a powerful and violent electric shock.
And it wasn’t just a simple shock either, the moment you are hit with it, you’re out of combat, and those out of combat were instantly teleported out. The third division leader gritted her teeth as the number of Seekers in her division dwindled even further.
She could not help but curse. The first division was left alone, on that side, they were being pushed back steadily since the opposition’s shock troops pulled out the runic swords. Then there were the rune engraved arrows that made them flee, their first division was now open to those same runic arrows fired by the sharpshooters on the fortress, "Fuck, all this because of the weapons made that one handsome son of a bitch."
However, she suddenly furrowed her eyebrows while running through the bridge, by the way, hadn’t she seen Axel Nomrad on the first division fighting alongside Heinz, but then...then....he wasn’t there anymore, her eyes widened, but when did he disappear? Why didn’t she notice or anyone in their own first division? Could he have gone inside the fortress? It was weird that a runecaster was with the shock troops in the first place.
No, no, no, she shook her head, there was definitely something weird going on, Axel Nomrad was dangerous, they couldn’t overlook any actions of his. Just a bunch of runic weapons made by the guy shifted the tide of battle to a large degree. She must report this to Jaden as soon as she is done crossing the bridge.
The situation looked grim, with no chances of turning it around for them, as far as she could see, but Jaden would have told her not to run away from there if he didn’t have a plan of his own. He definitely had something ready, something capable of turning the tide. She knew this about him from when they were a child; Jaden always had a last trick up his sleeve; he was her brother after all, and she was Jena Redmar.
But she first needed to make sure to figure out what that guy Axel was up to; he was dangerous enough that he could simply bring out some other new and unique artifact to tilt the situation again. Who knew what the hell that guy was up to? he needed to be stopped.
But just as the old saying went, when you speak the name of the devil, you think of it, you feel fear from it, scared of it, and the devil shall appear right in front of you, in all its sinister glory. And that’s exactly what happened. Axel Nomrad was standing... right there; he appeared at the other end of the bridge.
Blue hair, ocean blue or sapphire-like eyes, a dashing attire with a mix of white and blue, engraved with golden runes, as the winds blew violently, and the bridge swayed gently, his clothes and hair waved in that cool breeze. With a pleasant smile on his face, he gazed towards them, and they all stopped in their tracks. Most of Jena’s division members were female, so they couldn’t help but be stunned by that sudden and unexpected appearance of the man; he was just that good-looking.
He said towards them, keeping that relaxing smile on his face, "Hello, beautiful ladies, I just can’t seem to let you pass."
He paused for a moment, his eyes almost became sad, as he said to them in a tone that almost seemed like pleading, "I wonder if you beautiful ladies are to simply remain here, and...maybe, we can chat?"