"Moreover, the opponent possesses extremely high intelligence, with exceptional ancient battlefield soldier coordination and control capabilities; their march and strategy... these are far beyond us modern people who have never experienced war."
Everyone's expressions were heavy, feeling a tremendous sense of oppression.
"In modern terms, this crow king would at least be a commander." Someone quipped.
"Exactly, why did you condescend to come here and be a boss, leading a group of crows over people's heads for low-level entertainment?"
They were immensely shocked.
Who can understand this feeling, it's so frustrating.
It's as though one day you reach your limit, wanting to attack some annoying monkeys at a scenic spot, only to find that the monkeys, usually only good at provoking, suddenly unleash a Monkey King, commanding troops like a resurrected Han Xin, overwhelming you!
You call this a crow?
And, isn't the boss supposed to appear only after we deal with small mobs, kill waves of crows, gather materials, and develop for a few days?
The opponent comes up and immediately values us so much, blocking the gates of our blacksmith newbie village?
This isn't a game... but it's very strategic!
You thought your side of blacksmiths had outsmarted the opponent with intelligence, considering them mere wild mobs.
The result was that they were thoroughly embarrassed by the opponent's display of intelligence, toyed with by wild mobs.
Going on like this, with various attack dead ends, the tower would break in less than ten minutes!
...
...
On the mountainside.
Ning Zheng carried a bow and arrow, wore a straw hat, and donned a camouflage grass cloak, with mud smeared all over to hide his aura, cautiously moving like a peasant hunter through the mountains.
"They really couldn't hold on, underestimating the crow leader too much."
Ning Zheng shook his head, recognizing the folly of youthful arrogance.
He had been the same back then.
But reality had harshly slapped him in the face, and the overseer would whip him with a leather whip daily.
That's when he understood to never overestimate himself, nor underestimate his enemies.
He knew the terrain of this mountainside intimately.
Previously, he had hidden here to curse the demon men on the mountain, knowing precisely which gulch, cave, or rock void was the best place to hide.
He found a concealed spot, set up the temporary grass shed he carried on his back, and covered himself, creating a temporary hideout.
This way, the crows flying overhead wouldn't be able to spot Ning Zheng's position.
As for shooting from here?
An archer shooting uphill towards the mountain manor and hitting the enemy was something that even the most skilled divine archer couldn't achieve.
After all, it required shooting upwards.
Without seeing the situation on the mountain, would you blindly shoot into the sky and rely on luck?
Would an archery technique descending from heaven just happen to hit the enemy?
What is impossible for most is not impossible for Ning Zheng.
At this moment, "Queuing to Log In" becomes very useful; he silently logged into the "Blossoming Wealth" account, switching perspectives through 100 blacksmiths, constantly observing the current terrain and intense combat within the mountain manor.
With the aid of a hundred "eyes," he seemed to possess a real-time satellite map of the manor.
In such circumstances, he could accomplish things theoretically impossible, like performing parabolic shots into the manor.
"But it's still not enough; to hit the target, it requires not just skill, vision, and sensing the wind's direction... I also need a bit of luck."
He calmed his heart like still water, lowered his head, and added points to his Qi Fortune Value.
+500
[Current Qi Fortune Value: 1000]
Ning Zheng felt a twinge of pain; he had only earned two thousand that day and was spending half of today's earnings in one go.
This extravagant expenditure made him, who was used to being frugal, feel slightly distressed.
He drew the bow.
Nocking the arrow.
For safety, to avoid having the crows find him.
He was already hiding completely within the grass pile, maintaining stability, without showing his eyes or head, only an almost invisible arrowhead emerging from the grass pile.
Blind shooting.
Aiming at the sky.
Suddenly, his brain activated three windows, sensing heaven and earth, entering a super-state.
Thoughts wildly collided, rapidly calculating, a capability every cultivator has after opening the Bridge of Heaven and Earth, a supernormal ability of the brain.
Whoosh!
The string released, the arrow shot upward, vertically towards the sun in the sky.
Then performed a beautiful parabola.
Flying over hills and the manor walls, towards the buildings on the ground.
It didn't hit the flying crows, nor the crows digging through walls, but precisely struck a crow lying injured on the ground, struggling and howling.
This ultra-long-range archery couldn't possibly hit fast-moving targets.
Static targets offered higher accuracy.
Of course, one must pick the low-hanging fruit.
The arrow instantly pierced through the crow's body, the rough arrow shaft exploded into wood chips, the Magic Copper arrowhead carried Ning Zheng's mana like a nail into the body, embedding spiritual element damage.
Since it precisely hit its body-tempered Undying Wings, there was no instant kill.
"Second arrow."
Taking a deep breath, he shot again.
Again hitting the wing, the second hit finally caused the wing to burst, but the flesh quickly healed.
"Third arrow."
"Fourth arrow."
...
This crow was nearly done for, but it was necessary to attack ten times before that.
"Don't die."
Ning Zheng took a deep breath, continuing to shoot remotely towards the dying crow within the manor.
"I've already tried to minimize the lethal power of the arrows, the arrowheads are just a bit of Magic Copper, able to carry my Yin Erosion Mana at the lowest level."
He silently nocked his bow, finally shooting the tenth arrow, "The last arrow."
Whoosh!!!
Without watching, he donned the grass cloak and stood, swiftly changing locations, silently disappearing into the dense mountain forest.
Below the tower.
A crow, struck by an arrow, finally completed its accumulation on the tenth arrow, a soul embryo broke out from its shell, splitting into a blurry human figure.
The entire figure was made of spiritual constructs, wielding a longbow, suddenly punching its crow parent.
With a scream, the crow could no longer withstand death, lying flat on the ground, gazing at the clear sky, its consciousness fading...
The blurry figure began instinctively attacking the heavily wounded crows on the ground around.
It was precisely because Ning Zheng had chosen a good location, many severely injured crows lay there, powerless to resist, allowing him to attack, completing new accumulation.
Once, twice, three times...
On the tenth strike of this phantom attack, a new form stood, its body swayed, and also began joining the attack.
...
...
Jiucai Rong coolly watched the battle reports underground,
"This won't do, we haven't even lured out the boss, and they're madly breaking our defenses from afar; if our next offensive is exposed, it won't be good for an ambush..."
His expression suddenly changed slightly, as if seeing something incredible.
At this moment.
In the shadow.
Seven or eight phantoms carrying bows and arrows, cloud-like and mist-like, with flowing mist swirling around their bodies, slowly emerged.
Their ink-like hair danced like flames without wind, their completely black and eyeless pupils exuding chilling stillness, standing there making heaven and earth lose luster, the darkness absorbing all light.
Simultaneously drawing bows, shooting arrows.
Whoosh!
Ten spirit-constructed magic arrows hit a crow simultaneously.
With a shrill scream, the crow fell down, a newly born archer phantom slowly standing from the crow.
"What... what is that?"
A bone-chilling cold swept over, making everyone in the manor shiver.
Instinctive deep fear from Money Child's primal instinct, fearing what was an unprecedented high-tier presence, the intense bloodline suppression made them instinctively want to flee.
Like ants witnessing an ancient catastrophe, like mortals seeing mythical dragon species by the shore.
"Human?" Su Yuniang gulped.
"Where did they come from? NPCs? Or enemies? This is a bloodline level suppression, the other's spiritual root has coercive power..." Everyone stared dazedly at the animated scene before them.