"However, if we don't use fire arrows to attack the enemy, the damage we cause will be greatly reduced."
"Then use other methods, even if we die in battle, we can't burn down our forest home."
"Yes!"
The archers put away their burning arrows and continued shooting with ordinary long arrows. After all, they have lived here for many years and truly don't want to lose this beautiful home.
To avoid close contact with the Beast Clan and cause unnecessary harm, the archers of the Elf Clan would shoot while retreating, almost withdrawing quickly after every one or two arrows, and then continue their attack.
"Little ones, let's step over the corpses of these dwarves!"
An unusually tall Minotaur Chief shouted loudly.
"Destroy the dwarves, destroy the Elf Clan!"
The surrounding Beastmen and Minotaurs raised their arms and shouted, extremely excited, exuding a wild, brutal, and bloody aura.
