Again through the meadows

above the grass The shadow and the wind move at the same time. The grass suddenly rises like a reverse flow, The rocks of the hill rolled down Shapes are revealed all at once. "It's coming." Dried says. First, the wind breaks. The body hardened by thorns rotates and approaches. Windspine Beast. At the moment when we're approaching The thorns burst out like headwinds. The dryer has already widened the distance. a snare arrow. The hidden trajectory in the wind Tie the center of the thorns. Subsequently a splasher shot. The cold air is spreading The pressure between the thorns is breaking down, The body is disoriented in the air. The full shadow suddenly disappears. "Don't move." Naird speaks low. a moment of suspension The gras cloker is revealed again. Don't miss that moment Dried fires in succession. an ice-spread shot. The cold debris is spreading Shadows do not maintain their shape and scatter. on the hill The rock rolls down. a heel bruiser. using a drop-off A huge body is pulled down. Naird steps forward. Shocker Sword. The moment you put the sword on the floor Electricity spreads along the ground. The bruiser's legs are momentarily stiff, in the midst of it Iced chaber. a blade of ice It delves into the cracks of the rock crust. The air becomes murky. The pollen spread The view becomes blurred. Pauline Breeder. The dryer immediately changes direction. a stone arrow. I hit the ground and ran up It breaks the source of pollen. Before the horsepower disturbance The crossbow rings again. The shape that moves in a curve I dig in with the wind. Breeze Hunter. It doesn't fit in a straight line. Naid glides forward. a sword of the sword. I'm not swinging it Cut the flow. The wind's trajectory is broken Hunter falls to the ground. in the middle of the grass The stone leather elk rushes in. Stonehead elk. Dryer, calm down Aim for the side. a series of shots. I got a frozen arrow stuck in my leg The change of direction is delayed. I'll take that opportunity Naid is digging in. a black sword. The blade of the sword that curves in a curve brush one's throat. The ground is moving again. The root legs stretch out Twist the terrain. a root striker. The dryer presses from above. an arrow mixed with electricity It flows through the roots and breaks the balance. The moment you fall down Naid's sword comes down. from the sky The bird-like shadow is hovering. Every time lightning strikes a reinforcing being. Surge Vulture. "Hold it from above." Naird says. Dryard's crossbow It rings continuously. Avoid the electric residual area Exactly the chest. Vulture falls like a flame. The ancient relics that were embedded in the meadow Spit out the shape. Field Relic Sponge. The horsepower is shaking. The dryer pauses for a moment. And one shot. a vision arrow. with relics The shape breaks at the same time. Lastly A monster dressed in moss armor rushes in. Morse Brute. The more you cut it down, the more moisture it gets. Naid doesn't back down. I'll poke the iced chaber deep After you freeze it for a moment by the sword Cut the center. Moisture can't spread It sinks as it is. in the shadow of a hill The last one moves. Heel Shadow Runner. It is only threatening on high terrain. The variety Position yourself. a crossbow shot. with the shadow The shape is broken. The meadow goes silent again. The grass fell down The wind died down. Naid lowers his sword. "As expected." "You shoot from the back" The dryer smiles. "You cut it in front of you." They're both quiet Look over the next hill. It's not the end yet. But right now, in this meadow