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It's scattered this time." meadow wave mixing tactics The wind suddenly bends. Behind the hill, the shadow of the grass rises like a human. The gras clokers don't move first. You stand still, as if you don't exist Dryard's crossbow aim line appears at the same time as it moves. Dryer judges immediately. It's not the front. Lower the crossbow, Splash shots on the floor. The bullet stuck between the grass burst The shadows are being torn away. at the same time A heel shadow runner glides down from the hill. a height-based raid. Naird moves forward. The sword bends and bends like a wave, The wind and water mixture cuttings sweep away the hillside. One runner gets cut off, I can hear the ground from behind. ground collapse Soyl Caterpillar plows ground and moves forward The root striker will follow you Keep changing the terrain by increasing the root bridge "This is not a fight to stop!" Dried exclaims. The crossbow sounds upward. Stone Arrow + Vibration Wave Cut the root connections exactly. The moment Strider lost his balance, Naid is digging in. with a swivel of the sword a lot of menstruation Cutting soil and roots at the same time. But it's not the end. an aerial threat Shadows overlap in the sky. Surge Vultures strengthen as they hover around the electric residual zone Wind Breeze Hunter Approaches Curve Straight attacks don't work. The dryer stops the crossbow. Instead, it shoots the wind. It's not Tan Compressed air waves pass through the meadow. Vulture's flight collapsed, The moment Hunter's trajectory was disrupted Naid jumps. The water and wind burst under my feet a lap in the air. the number of times the sword is thrown The sky goes silent. A moment of silence. in the meadow Only torn grass, cracked soil, and evaporating moisture remain. Naird picks his breath. "It's clear now." "This meadow... Someone is intentionally turning it into a battlefield." Dried re-carries the crossbow and raises his head. "It's Wilder's." "And next... It will be more organized."