I am the Holy Poisoner, the Empress advised me to calm down

Feeling the power surge through them, everyone's confidence grew. A young woman said excitedly, "Thank you so much, old man. With this blessing, we will be even more powerful in fighting against evil!"

"Okay, let's fight for our homeland together!" A deafening cheer broke out from the crowd.

In the darkness of night, a fully equipped team marched towards the border, while in the distant sky, uneasy clouds seemed to begin to roll...

As the team passed through the depths of the dense forest, they suddenly heard strange, low roars and a slight tremor in the earth. It was clear that the enemy's vanguard was approaching. The most alert sentry in the team immediately shouted a warning: "Take cover! The enemy may have noticed our whereabouts!"

A sudden silence fell, and everyone instinctively sought shelter under the nearest shade of a tree, out of sight. Only Wind Walker remained calm, even taking the initiative to face the first wave of incoming attacks. The young captain lowered her voice to warn, "Be very careful..." But before she could finish her words, Wind Walker raised his hand to interrupt.

Windranger looked at his teammates confidently: "Don't worry, I have everything under control. As long as we work together well, we can easily defeat the enemy!"

Shortly after he finished speaking, several massive shadows slowly emerged from the edge of the jungle. Each one had sharp claws and terrifying eyes, emitting a terrifying murderous gleam. But this time, the villagers were no longer as panicked as before. After a brief period of adjustment, they quickly entered combat mode and began to coordinate closely with each other.

"Act according to the previous plan!" the captain ordered. "Maintain formation and prioritize the safety of the projectile units!"

Archers and magic users took the lead in launching long-range attacks, buying precious time for the frontline warriors to close in and engage in close combat. During this time, Windrunner continuously released the mysterious potions he had concocted to disrupt the enemy's vision, while using his powerful personal firepower to divert the enemy's main attention. The holy light of the Messenger of Light continuously penetrated the center of the team, providing continuous healing...

The battle was fierce and brutal, but they were gradually gaining the upper hand. Just as victory seemed to be within sight, an even more intense roar could be heard from a distance. This meant that the main force of the enemy had arrived, and the situation could change at any moment...

Faced with the ever-increasing scale of the enemy and the accompanying intensifying pressure, a courageous young man finally couldn't help but ask loudly, "Senior, can we really defeat so many things?"

This question elicited a resonant look of worry from many around him, but none of them received an immediate answer. At this moment, Wind Walker turned back and smiled meaningfully:

"A true warrior never fears a challenge, and I still have a trump card to play! Don't worry, boys, the excitement is about to begin!" As soon as Windrunner finished speaking, the air seemed filled with his self-evident confidence. The young female captain beside him couldn't help but ask, "What's that trump card? Can we use it now?"

"The time has not come yet." Windrunner shook his head slightly, but his eyes still gleamed with determination. "Let the enemy feel our power first!"

The battle continued, and the contest between the villagers and the dark creatures was extremely fierce. Whenever Windrunner sprinkled a few drops of blue potion from the small bottle in his hand, the nearby monsters would collapse to the ground powerlessly, which undoubtedly brought a great advantage to the warriors.

However, the enemy was no mindless beast. They quickly perceived the immense threat posed by Windrunner and attempted to break through the defenses and attack him directly. At this moment, a young soldier rushed forward to block the incoming claws, but the powerful impact knocked him back several steps. "Be careful, senior!" he shouted.

Windrunner nodded in thanks, "Thanks a lot, young man. But leave the rest to me."

With that, he suddenly leaped several feet forward, reaching the front line, and quickly raised the magical little bottle in his hand. "Come and try my special treat!" As he finished speaking, more of the strange blue liquid flew out, appearing particularly eye-catching in the night. At the same time, his right hand plucked the iron cannon from his back, ready to respond to any emergency...

Faced with such a scene, everyone present couldn't help but hold their breath, and all their eyes were attracted by the extremely heroic figure at the moment.

-"He's as handsome as a god!" a young girl said excitedly.

-"Yeah, it feels like we won't lose as long as he's around!" another villager echoed.

Elsewhere, the monster leader roared in anger upon seeing this, commanding his men to intensify their attack. However, as the blue potion spread, many of the enemies that had been charging forward with such force suddenly stopped—first their movements becoming slow and stiff, then they collapsed to the ground, twitching and struggling, unable to move. An indescribable, strange aura suddenly filled the air above the battlefield, filling everyone with both fear and awe at its potent effect.

The Light Messenger seized the opportunity to use his healing skills to help his teammates recover from their injuries and encouraged everyone to maintain their good form. "The situation is very good now. Please hold on, everyone. Victory is not far away!" His words were filled with positive energy, rekindling the fighting spirit of everyone present.

At this crucial moment, a louder and more terrifying sound echoed from the distance: those previously undeployed high-level monsters had finally arrived to join the battle! Their numbers were immense, and their combat power was astonishing. For a moment, the entire battle situation became tense again...

Looking at the new enemies that kept appearing before him, the young man who had just asked the question showed a look of despair on his face. "Is there really no other way? This will only..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by another old man beside him: "Don't lose heart, young man! Think about what that brave man did and you'll know the answer - we can't give up no matter what! What's more, he said he still has a last-ditch trump card!"

At this moment, Wind Walker was indeed brewing his final counterattack plan. He retracted his iron cannon and secured it behind his back, then pulled out a dagger from his pocket. It was a strange, exquisite, short dagger that shone with a dazzling white light. "It's time to show my true skills." He smiled.

Then, with a swift flick of his wrist, he thrust the weapon in a graceful arc, piercing the throat of the nearest beast—and an unexpected scene unfolded! The once hard, thick, armor-like skin was easily ripped, a deep wound formed, and blood gushed out. Then, at a visible speed, the entire body withered away until it vanished into nothingness...