The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 586

Chapter 586: Chapter 586 Ambush 2 (Black Ebony Grass)

"Ambush!!!"

One of the Tigrens positioned along the outer edge of the formation, near the thick bushes and trees, suddenly shouted the warning.

But it was already too late.

A volley of arrows came screaming out of the surrounding vegetation, raining down upon the unsuspecting Tigrens. There was no time to scatter, no time to find cover, and certainly no time to determine where their attackers were hiding.

The male Tigrens immediately threw themselves in front of the females, using their bodies as shields. They raised their arms to protect their heads and other vital areas, while those behind them crouched low and used their backs as living barriers against the incoming storm of arrows.

For a brief moment, the entire formation dissolved into chaos as the arrows continued to rain down from around the trees.

"Ugh!" The males grunted as they immediately formed a solid wall around the females, using their massive bodies as shields.

A deafening chorus of arrows continued to tear through the air before piercing into their flesh, making them look like a pincushion; the sharp impacts were followed by groans of pain as the metallic scent of blood quickly filled the air around the group.

Luckily, the Tigrens possessed massive builds, their bodies covered in dense layers of thick muscle that absorbed and deflected most of the arrows. Their sheer size had prevented the volley from becoming a massacre.

No one had been killed, but many of the warriors had been seriously injured, arrows embedded deep within their flesh as blood streamed down their bodies.

"Quick! Into a defensive formation!" the Deputy Chieftain, Leon’s second-in-command, immediately roared.

He barely finished speaking before he reached down and ripped the arrow lodged through his arm free without so much as a flinch. He had been the one carrying the Priestess earlier, which made protecting her easier and she had remained close to him throughout the entire ambush.

Fortunately, he had also been positioned near the core of the formation, where the barrage of arrows had been less concentrated, leaving him with only a few relatively minor wounds.

The moment the arrow was removed, the wound began closing before their very eyes. Flesh knitted itself back together, blood flow stopped, and within seconds, there was barely a trace that he had been injured at all.

But the same could not be said for those stationed along the outer layer.

Several of the Tigrens looked like pincushions, their massive bodies riddled with arrows. Fortunately, they had instinctively shielded their heads and the backs of their necks, preventing any of the arrows from striking a fatal spot. Yet even with their extraordinary resilience, the sheer number of wounds had left them bleeding heavily.

The Deputy Chieftain’s expression darkened as he noticed something else.

The bleeding wasn’t stopping.

That alone was strange.

Then he felt it after pulling another arrow from his thigh: a sluggishness spreading through his own body, subtle but unmistakable. His regeneration ability was being suppressed too.

His eyes narrowed.

And he realized that there was something on the arrows.

Paralysis poison.

And judging by how slowly their wounds were closing, the enemy had mixed something else into it as well, herbs or some kind of compound designed specifically to interfere with their natural regeneration.

As Leon’s second-in-command, the Deputy Chieftain possessed strength surpassed only by Leon himself. His regenerative ability was correspondingly powerful. Under normal circumstances, a wound as small as the one on his thigh would have healed within two seconds, three at the absolute most.

Yet this time, it had taken nearly five seconds.

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