Wizard From Afar

In the evening, Byrne Barracks.

The flat ground in the center of the camp has been vacated. The Knight of the Scarlet Blood Fort and the silver armored riders of the Jonah family formed a circle near the open space, forming a "steel railing" with big swords and long knives. ".

The crowd is standing behind this "railing", the quiet sunset is silent, and you can't even hear anyone's breathing.

Only one pair was either shocked or silent looking at the two opposing silhouettes in the middle of the clearing.

The expressionless Loren stood in the middle of the crowd, his dark pupils full of tension.

Because of the influence of the "Knight system", Byrne and Boyne’s two duchy have a very far-reaching custom of "duel"; this ancient tradition can even be traced back to the time of the Ancient Kingdom, when the Byrne The "blood feud" culture shared by the Boi people.

Under everyone’s attention, blood is used to sacrifice blood, and hatred is ended with hatred; victory is justice, and the loser bows to acknowledge allegiance.

"The most trusted friend...and the allies who are about to join forces." Standing behind him, the Master of Ashama suddenly opened the mouth and said, looking at Loren meaningfully:

"It's not the situation you want to see, is it... Duke Loren?"

With a sigh, Loren reluctantly cocked his mouth: "It's not the worst."

The voice of the Master Assama is very low, meaning it is unclear: "Yes, on the surface, this is your friend who is risking your life with his own life, and no matter what the outcome is, your relationship with the Jonah family will become Very stiff."

"But if you don’t see the end, how do you know that our His Excellency Ain Rand won’t give you a surprise?"

Loren suddenly looked back and picked Eyebrows looked at the other party: "What are you trying to say?"

"Nothing, I just want to remind you not to jump to conclusions in such a hurry." Ashamai smiled, his eyes flickering: "There is an old friend He told me that he said that the friendship between the Bayerns and the Bois started from a duel."

"He also said that he wanted to make the wolf on the prairie treat you as a friend...you have to First defeat it with your left hand, and then hug it with your right hand."

After finishing talking, Aksama pushed away the crowd in front of him before Loren could speak.

"According to the laws of the empire, the duel should be conducted under the supervision of the servants of the Holy Cross; but it is a pity that we will not see any priest until the city is rescued from the centaur! "

Standing in the middle of the clearing, the burly Master Haringvan Ashmael held up the wand that resembled a short-handled hammer, and his voice resounded like thunder:

"So Today, we will follow the common tradition of the ancient Boys and Byrnes: under the witness of the sky, let them pour their blood on the earth to witness their bravery and glory——!"

" Whether it’s Jonah’s Sarika winning the final victory, or the Rand’s Ain winning Martial Goddess' favor... This duel will not be humiliated or slandered, it will only be a contest between friends."

The gaze of the Master of Ashmael swept around: "Let us chant the proverb of Boy and Byrne-entrust your life to your friends, and dedicate victory to friendship -! "

"Entrust your life to your friends, and devote your victory to friendship————!!!"

Amidst the waves of cheers, the faces of the two confronting each other are serious at the same time When he got up, a pair of sharp wolf eyes were reflected in the bright sapphire.

Salika has taken off her silver armor, wearing only a short-sleeved shirt and long trouser boots that are close to her neck. The sharp golden saber flies up and down in her left and right hands. There was a "smile" at the corner of his mouth.

Ayin, who was standing opposite her, was stern, her right hand tightly holding the bowstring of the bow.

She still wears the "wizard leather armor" specially made when she left Eboden, and she is also carrying two short guns about one and a half feet in length behind her.

"I always heard people say that Lothar people’s bow and arrow skills are well-known in the world." Sarika caught the long spear thrown by the people behind her with one hand, and pierced the tip of the spear hard under her feet. In the mud, looking towards Ai Yin with a grin:

"At such a close distance, with only three arrows...would it be too unfair to you?"

"No need Worry too much." The little wizard pressed the corners of his mouth tightly, as if the storm-simmering eyes passed by the three arrows stuck in the ground:

"You should worry more about yourself, Salika. Miss...If I shoot the weapon away, according to the rules of the duel, you can't pick it up again."

Salika's face doesn't change, but the smile on the corner of her mouth is a little more hideous.

The atmosphere is getting more and more tense. Ayin’s right hand trembles constantly, and her fingertips have been swiped from the bowstring more than once; Salika with a "smile" on her mouth is stared wide-eyed, Calculating the distance between himself and the little wizard.

Loren squinted, his left hand wearing a "sorcerer" behind him, clenched into a fist.

"Here, I officially announce..."

The Master of Azama retired slowly to the edge, just opposite the black hair wizard; he waved his hand sharply. The magic wand in, roared out the last sentence:

"The duel begins--!"

As if the heart was eloquent, the two moved at the same time!

In the blink of an eye, Salika’s silhouette disappeared from where she was, and she swooped to her side—she had already seen the arrow technique of the little wizard, so close, you could Before everyone noticed, the next arrow flew the saber in his hand.

Such an arrow... definitely cannot be parried.

"Clang——!"

Take the arrow, press the arrow, open the bow, lift the bow... It doesn't even take a thousandth of a second, and Ayin has already aimed in a flash Salika's silhouette, and then shot an arrow.

Under countless gazes, everyone only had time to hear a bowstring rattle; before they could see the afterimage, the whistling "black light" had already approached.

When everyone saw the arrow, it had already hit the center of a shield behind Salika firmly.

Shoot out?

No...Of course this is not the case.

The black hair wizard slowly shook his head, and there were two more gray blue patterns under his cheeks. At that moment, with the aid of "Transcendence Perception", he clearly saw that the arrow was from Sa Flew in front of Lika.

It's not that Ain shot the air, but she shot it "on purpose".

The first arrow is a warning...perfectly clear tell the other party that your actions and speed are within my prediction and you can't escape.

Salika stopped abruptly stared wide-eyed, staring at the thin silhouette opposite, and a cold touch swept her whole body.

At that moment, she knew better than everyone what happened.

This little wizard did it deliberately...otherwise, as long as you "slowly" it a little bit, the arrow that hits the shield is no longer the shield, but the head!

She was lifting the head in a cold sweat and creaked her clenched teeth.

In the next second, Salika, who was holding the blade back, no longer dodges, and moved towards Ai Yin's petite silhouette and rushed over, her vigorous posture like an afterimage.

The narrow open space, which is less than thirty steps in diameter, is just a blink of an eye to her.

The little wizard with an expressionless face also shot a second arrow at this time.

"pu ——!"

The bowstring rattles, and the bright red draws a beautiful arc in midair!

Although I did my best to dodge at that moment, the flying arrow still tore a hole in Salika’s left shoulder. Of course, the thin short coat is impossible to provide anything. Protection.

But she is also very fortunate that she did not wear any "cumbersome" armor-otherwise, relying on the speed of the opponent's arrows, she would never have time to forcibly "punch off" the arrows shot at her arm with her shoulders. .

Yes, this little wizard at first did not intend to kill himself, but was trying his best to make himself surrender and then lose the combat capability.

In this way, if you can't fight to kill the enemy, you have to hand the silver armored rider to the Duke of Byrne...

It's really a good calculation!

Even among the warriors of Boe’s cream of the crop, Sarika has never seen such a powerful divine archer... What has this little wizard gone through to develop such a powerful archery?

Or is it that all Lothar people are unique in the world, capable of shooting down goshawk divine archers? !

She already knows very well...at a long distance, even if it is three steps away, she is definitely not the opponent of this little wizard; in an instant, the dark arrow can penetrate her heart.

If you want to win...you can only fight hard!

Gritting her teeth, Salika, who dared not despise the least bit, raised her knife and flew, moving towards Ai Yin attacked.

Faced with the fast approaching Salika and Xueliang's saber, the expressionless Ayin still opened her bow and raised her bow...

Then she held the third Arrows!