Daghr's Dragon Eye was a ntal attack which was hard to guard against. He could turn the affected person into a stooge and manipulate the person's behavior, turning the person into a puppet of the dragon.
And no matter the outco, this person would be dead within a few days due to ntal breakdown.
Oberon only felt his consciousness floating out of his body. His body beca lighter and lighter, as it continued to float upward.
His surroundings were shrouded in white light, and his consciousness gradually disappeared in this ocean of white light.
When he finally woke up, he felt very different. He had thought he would never be able to wake up again.
Seeing that the forest where he now found himself wasn't the sa one where the Ironwood tribe was located, his first thought was that he was dead. The place seed so unfamiliar to him.
After he struggled to stand up, he was stunned by what he saw. All around him were dead people in the sa but old attires.
So had big holes in their heads created by spears, and the skulls in their heads could be clearly seen. Another set had their bodies riddled with arrows that pierced their bodies to the other side.
Others had their intestines drooping out of their stomachs from spears and swords attacks and so on.
There were scenes of dead people everywhere.
Oberon was completely stunned when he saw them. Was this the legendary hell he had been hearing about? No, he shouldn't be here. He had done nothing to deserve a place like this.
He decided he had to leave this forsaken place quickly, but found that the essence in his body had disappeared. Nothing was left. Instantly, he knew he was in serious trouble.
Upon a closer look at himself, he found that he was wearing the sa clothes as those of the dead. Was this what the dead wear?
Startled, he quickly ran towards the forest in the near distance, thinking to himself: If I could escape from this place, maybe I won't beco as dead as them at so point.
After fleeing into the woods, he continued running until he has left the terrifying vicinity of the dead people. He was heaving a sigh of relief when he heard the sounds of people shouting with the intent to kill. Another battleground?
He climbed up the slope of a hill for a view, and was once again shocked by the sight in front of him.
Everyone in the distance was holding different shapes of weapons, ranging from bows that would shoot many powerful arrows at once, or a single but extrely powerful arrow, staffs that could cast large fireballs.
And every ti after the shooting of the arrows, they would launch at a speed that was unbelievable. The people were barely using their swords.
With long range weapons like these bows, staffs and spears, why would they use their swords?
At this point, people on both sides were constantly shooting each other with arrows and fireballs. Bodies continued to fall to the ground and die after being hit.
There was also a bow that would continuously emit a burst of powerful arrows at a ti, and the people on the opposite side would die one by one under the raging power of this weapon. This scene was even more terrifying than the attack of the dreads.
Were these the demons of hell? Oberon began to feel the hands of fright. So he lay on the top of the dirt slope, carefully hiding himself from these demons.
From his vantage point on the hill, he could clearly see the battlefield below. Those demons with the sa physique as the humans kept attacking from the differently shaped bows.
Other demons would occasionally flicked their hands, and then a huge fireball, powerful enough to rival that of an electrum fire mage.
The people on the opposite side also fought back with the sa intensity while retreating, dealing as much damage as they received.
So, one by one, people on both sides kept falling down until there was no one left alive.
Carefully, Oberon detoured back to where he ca from. But he noticed that this was not the sa place where he woke up, yet the scene was the sa.
There were dead humans everywhere, but no demons. Where were the demons? Or was he hallucinating?
After confirming they were indeed human beings, not demons, the fear in his heart receded. He picked up a dropped Wishender bow and studied it repeatedly. What kinds of weapon are these? How could they be so powerful?
At the middle of the bow, above the riser, was a bronze chamber. What could be the purpose of this thing?
Then, based on his mory of how the bow was used just now, he placed a found arrow on the string of the bow and aid at a target in front of him. When the arrow touched the chamber, it vibrated lightly in his hand. Could this chamber hold the key to the mystery?
With a twanging sound, the arrow flew out with great force.
Due to his inexperience using this weapon, Oberon was shocked by the sound of the arrow's impact, and imdiately squatted down, and after a while, seeing that there was no movent around, he stood up again and found another bow of different shape to study.
What a magical world to be able to invent such powerful weapons?
It was at this ti that he realized that he must have been transported to another world. Whether it was a dream world or not, the good study habits that he usually developed prompted him to imdiately put his mind on the study of these bows.
For safety's sake, Oberon moved the twenty different weapons he had collected to the distant woods. He found a place to hide and began to study them carefully.
He didn't know how long it took, but he soon saw a bright moon hanging in the sky like a silver plate. The surrounding scenery was faintly discernible, emitting a soft, dim light.
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