Confrontation At The Gate Of Beginnings [Part 2]
The tinkling sounds of arrows hitting metal resounded at the Gate of Beginnings.
Erchitu's white fur glowed in a radiant light as the arrows bounced off its surface. The Tall Gate behind the Giant White Ox shimmered as it transferred its protection to the Champion of the Minotaur Race.
Erchitu was standing inside the boundary of the gate, and it could harness its power at will. Right now, Erchitu's defenses were as powerful as the Gate of Beginnings which had withstood the strongest attack of the Elven Grand Archmage, as well as the Blademasters who were equivalent to the Saint Rank.
If their attacks couldn't even leave a dent on the gate then mere arrows would have no chance of breaching Erchitu's defenses.
William stood behind Erchitu with his arms crossed over his chest. They had already devised a plan on how to deal with the pesky Elven Army, who had no intention of showing them any mercy.