Sorcery Monarch

Chapter 95: The Shadow Hunter

Chapter 95: The Shadow Hunter

"No... Huh?"

Arnold's frantic shout abruptly halted as the Matthew who had been impaled by the spear vanished into wisps of light, disappearing completely.

It was merely an illusion!

Even so, Arnold remained on high alert, glancing toward the direction the spear had come from and shouting:

"Watch the left flank, there's a high-level troll hiding there!"

As he spoke, Arnold noticed the markings on the dropped spear, which made him shiver with recognition. He yelled:

"That's a Shadow Hunter's mark! Beware of its thrown spears, rogues, find its position!"

A Shadow Hunter?

Hidden in the shadows, Matthew raised an eyebrow, recalling information about the Shadow Hunters.

They were an advanced class for rangers and hunters, and a particularly powerful one at that.

Not only did they possess formidable ranged assassination skills, but they were also exceptional in close combat, and proficient in the use of poisons.

Some of the best Shadow Hunters even had some degree of spellcasting ability.

Facing such a profession's assassination attempts could be almost impossible to defend against.

Just like what had happened to Matthew earlier—if it weren't for his decades of adventuring experience and the innate instinct of an arcanist to avoid direct danger...

He could've easily been killed by that sudden spear!

Normally, after encountering such a deadly opponent and narrowly escaping with their life, a spellcaster would retreat from the battlefield to safety, prioritizing survival.

But Matthew wasn't panicked; in fact, he found the situation almost amusing.

"It wasn't for nothing that I set this whole scene up. Finally caught the real threat!"

Just then, a chorus of roars echoed from the right as over a hundred trolls, large and small, charged forward with various crude weapons.

Matthew glanced at the now-faded "-3" mark and couldn't help but smile as he said clearly:

"So, everyone's here now..."

Tom shouted to psyche himself up, but then came a dull, whistling sound as something rushed towards him. He quickly raised his shield.

Clang! The terrifying impact left his shield slightly dented.

Tom staggered back a step, feeling a wave of pressure in his chest. His blood churned, and his right arm holding the shield was so numb he could barely lift it.

The massive troll soldier roared in excitement, raising its hammer again to strike!

Feeling faint with fear, Tom grit his teeth and braced his shield, though his legs wobbled and his hands trembled.

He had no confidence left to block such a ferocious blow.

"Crossbows!"

A clear voice cut through the air, and a series of whoosh sounds followed!

Tom, in disbelief, saw the troll, its body riddled with arrows, which had been withstanding the blows, suddenly stagger back with a scream.

He focused and realized that the arrows in the troll's chest were as thick as thumbs!