Novel & Cerita Magic Archer

She extended her hand and best smile. The newcomer stared at her hand and grunted, "Cyrus Tagma, Magical mercenary for hire. I understand you need someone to take an expedition in the mountains?" he began to strap on his vest. Warren noted he didn't carry any material weapons. He opened a velvet-lined box and produced Shaper gauntlets. "I sense one of my kind on him. He shares the heritage," Archon's voice startled almost knocked Warren from his seat. "You can talk now?" Warren exclaimed

His name was Yama, the most senior Warrior of The Hunter's Guild. Yama was known for his deadly attack - capable of knocking down a buffalo with 1000 Health Points in a single attack. However, Yama's attack is ineffective against Magmar, a female-bodied World Boss with a long, snake-like lower body. Magmar is the summoner of lightning and carries a deadly weapon: two magic sword blades. Since Magmar is a magical creature, defeating her quickly requires magic weapons and Nebula energy. Meanwhile, Warriors like Yama relied on physical strength and Mingzhu energy.

Baron Stewart's men wanted to take advantage of the archers' strength, and 30 archers had already started shooting. The dozen archers on Baron Lorient's side also drew their bows and arrows and began to shoot at each other, although that was not the point. Baron Lorient had dismounted at this point, enchanted himself with the protective spells 'Mage Armour' and 'Protective Arrows', and then stood behind the soldiers, protected by the shield-bearing guards, and began to cast his spell. A single third-level Fireball spell can kill forty or fifty of the enemy, and then the extra knight can lead the soldiers in a charge while the enemy is in chaos, and the battle is over.

And so, through the dark alcoves and passageways that yawn like the mouths of beasts, leading to who knows what horrors, through the shadows seem alive as they dance and writhe with a threatening intelligence, ready to swallow us into their depths at the slightest missed step. "The shadows will not hide from my aim. My bolts will find their mark, and that missing map, " I said as I step forward confidently, minding my role as the Archer, the first line of defense in my group. With it, I loaded my crossbow, my three girl teammates at my side. My crossbow is compact yet powerful, able to pierce armor from a distance while my allies close the gap. Its bolts, coated in poison, can quickly fell e

I ended up crashing into the door and collapsing into the door's arms. Um… Wait, the door had arms? Oh. I wasn't lying against the door. I was lying against a row of abs… "Thomas Jenkins, you're dead meat." I heard Pierce's voice. Thomas' shriek rang out after that. "Piercy, what are you doing here? Wait, why are you holding that bastard?" I heard Pierce chuckling softly in return. "You really should find out who exactly the so-called bastard is." His voice was extremely glacial at that point. Suddenly, I found myself wondering if his lips were equally cold, too.

“I promise, I’m on my way.” A weak vibration wobbled through the string, taking his hope with it. “Archer!” He opened his eyes, not sure if he’d just heard a response… Instead, he found Eli in the entranceway to the tent. “Come on,” they said, grabbing his arm. “I’m about to do healing magic and you’re still sick!” “Just leave me to die…” Archer grumbled. “Nope!” Eli said, dragging him out of the tent. Eli, for being a cleric, was surprisingly strong. Archer was pulled over the dirt and grass before he was plopped next to Mikael.

Some buildings crumbled while some still stood. “Is everyone okay?” One of the archers asked. “I’m fine. My mana is still good too.” A mage answered. “Right, we’ll use [Precision Snipe] and take out the guns. Jean, can you buff our arrows for us?” “I will.” “Alright, come on, while it’s still in cooldown from firing that.” The archers readied their bows with the arrow drawn back. The mage named Jean pointed her wand forward and casted her spells.

They moved with impossible speed. The first was tall and broad-shouldered, with short dark hair and the calm focus of someone who had seen combat. He drove a makeshift spear straight through the creature’s chest. The second was leaner, with messy blond hair and a cocky grin even in the middle of hell. He tossed a glowing knife that embedded itself in another monster’s skull. They reached me in seconds. The dark-haired one pulled me to my feet. “You’re the Architect,” he said, voice steady despite the chaos. “I felt the bond form. Name’s Marcus.”

His gazes were so focused on his reference that he didn't even bother to at least glance at her. Archer sat there while drawing on his sketch pad. He's way so good at hiding his emotions, all he gives off was a senseless presence. But the vibe he has been trying to show is simply direness, and that made Selah feel bothered. Despite the gloomy aura that the man has, Selah stood there trying to read every movement that Archer has been doing. His hands were gently holding the pencil as he tried to perfectly sketch the details of his reference. His fingers were so flawless that they could produce balanced shades of tinted hues onto the paper he was working on. Her eyes landed on his face, and sh

The soldier said while shaking his head. But, Yman's mouth showed a smile instead. In these kinds of attacks, archers were playing an important role, though Mage type magicians have powerful attacks, they don't have an unlimited source of magic. Magic of the high tier needs more stamina to cast. So, Mage type magicians were easily exhausted, and they were not suitable for lengthy battles. Unlike the Archer type magician, they only need to generate a little and low tier magic, which is hardening, to strengthen and harden their arrows. As long as there's more supply of arrows, they were able to support the vanguard for longer.