Bloodline Lord of War

  Chapter 98 Shooting the Good Eye of the Blind Man

  Robin knew that the person shouting to the other side must be a leader, but that person was blocked by several shields, and bows and arrows could not shoot him. At this time, a real archer was needed.

   "Aisha!" Robin turned around and shouted, "The person who shouted is probably a leader. He is hiding behind a shield. Can you shoot him?"

  Aisha looked over, and she saw that in the first row of the enemy camp, several round shields were stacked together to form a shield wall.

  Although Cyclops is hiding behind the shield wall, there will inevitably be gaps between the round shields. These gaps are not too big, and the biggest one is only the size of a palm, but for Aisha, such a big gap is enough.

  Aisha's archery skills are well-deserved number one among half-elves. She can hit a moving target the size of a gold coin at a distance of 100 meters. This kind of archery skills surprised Robin.

"give it to me!"

  Aisha took out an arrow from the quiver on her waist, bent the bow and set the arrow, and exerted force with her arms and back. The green elf bow was drawn like a full moon in her hand. Her eyes were like torches, and a pair of green pupils shone brightly in the darkness.

  With a buzzing sound, she let go of the bowstring, and the arrow flew out immediately. The arrow pierced the air, and a sharp whistle sounded in midair, like a falcon crowing on the grassland.

  The next second, the arrow accurately passed through the gap in the shield wall, and with a **** sound, it hit the one-eyed good eye!

   "Ughhhhhhhhh!!!"

   One-eyed immediately fell to the ground, covered his eyes and screamed in pain, screaming heart-piercingly.

   "Ahh! My eyes! My eyes!"

  Several guards with shields turned their heads to look at One Eye, all of them were stunned. They had never seen such a terrifying archery technique, and they raised One Eye up in a panic.

  One Eye covered his eyes, blood flowed down his cheek from under his palm, and the arrow was still stuck in his eye. His luck was unbelievable, the arrow didn't go deep into the flesh, it only blinded his eyes, but didn't kill him.

  The guards did not dare to pull out the arrows rashly, so they had to break off the arrow shaft first, and the arrow was still stuck in the one-eyed eye.

   "Boss, what should we do now?" A guard asked.

  One-eyed endured the excruciating pain and shouted: "Retreat! Retreat!"

  Aisha shot the arrow, even if she didn't have to look at it with her eyes, she knew that the arrow must have hit the target. This was the intuition of an elite archer.

   "Hit it!" She smiled confidently and said loudly to Robin.

  Robin gave Aisha a thumbs up, and then ordered the Iron Guard: "Keep attacking and completely defeat them!"

   Seeing that Baron's name could not frighten the enemy, his own leader was shot again, and the remnants of the slave hunting team that had finally regrouped collapsed immediately. Before the iron guards could attack again, the remaining slave hunters dispersed in a rush and fled in all directions.

  One-eyed was also carried by his subordinates, and mixed with the fleeing crowd, he didn't know where he went in a blink of an eye.

  Under the faint light of the fire, the **** road was full of slave catchers, and two-thirds of the slave catchers were here.

   "Boss, do you want to chase?" Simon turned his head and asked Robin for instructions.

  The highland guys obviously haven't had enough of killing, and they stare at the fleeing enemies like hounds.

   "Forget it, our main task this time is to save the Moonchaser Tribe, don't worry about them."

  Robin vetoed Simon's proposal, and then he walked quickly to a half-disabled slave hunter, who was stabbed in the stomach by an iron guard, bleeding all over the place but still alive.

  Robin squatted down, grabbed his neck and lifted it up, and asked sharply, "Where are the slaves locked?"

  The slave hunter's face was pale, trembling with fear, he slowly raised his hand with difficulty, and pointed to the northeast corner of the camp.

   After getting the answer he wanted, Robin threw him in the pile of corpses and left him alone.

  Robin stood up again, turned around and waved at the iron guards and half-elves: "Go!"

  Tess and the half-elves of the Moon Chasing Tribe were locked in the slave cage. They heard the shouts of killing outside, but they didn't know what happened. After a while, even the guards who guarded them ran away.

  The sound of weapons colliding and the screams of people before they were killed. These terrifying sounds made the half-elves feel as if they were in hell. Everyone huddled together in fear, and everyone's face was full of fear.

  Only Tess has not given up hope. She stood up and encouraged the tribe: "Maybe the slave hunting team is fighting among themselves, maybe someone is attacking the slave camp, maybe Aisha brought someone to rescue us!"

  Tess's excited eyes lit up, no matter what the possibility is, this is a good opportunity to escape.

   But then she found desperately that even without guards, they couldn't escape from this big iron cage. The lock used to lock the door was as big as a fist, and the weak half-elf couldn't open it at all.

   Not long after, the shouting gradually stopped, and the surroundings suddenly became surprisingly quiet. The half-elves didn't know which side had won the battle, let alone whether it was good or bad for them, and everyone couldn't help being more afraid. They are like a group of frightened chicks, a group of people huddled in the cage, staring at the darkness outside the cage tremblingly.

  At this time, staying in the cage made them feel more secure.

   After waiting for a while, a series of hurried and orderly footsteps broke the surrounding silence. Then, a group of tall figures holding torches ran in through the gate of the wall.

This group of soldiers ran to the iron cage where the half-elf was held. A group of people lined up. All of them were covered with blood. It was obvious that they had just experienced a **** fight. Their expressions were cold and their eyes were cold, like a Just a devil slain from hell.

  The half-elves chasing the moon were terrified. Under the light of the fire, they shrank their necks in the cage, lowered their heads in fear, and didn't even dare to look up at the highlanders.

   Then, a young man came out from behind the group of soldiers. He is wearing armor and looks imposing. Although he is not as tall as the highlander behind him, he has a strong aura. Wherever he stands, he is the leader of this group of people.

  The lord's eyes swept across the iron cage, seeing that the group of half-elves were all frightened, like a group of fearless deer, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

   Robin doesn't like a group of cowards, so in comparison, Elsa's tribe is more bloody. But it doesn't matter, as long as there is the blessing of the blood system, coupled with proper training, Robin believes that these little cats can be turned into a group of iron-blooded men.

   "Are you the Moon Chasing Tribe?" Robin asked.

  (end of this chapter)