Shaman from Afar

In the evening, Byrne Barracks.

The flat ground in the middle of the camp has been vacated. The knights of the Red Blood Castle and the silver armor of the Jonah family formed a circle around the open area, and formed a "steel railing" with a large sword and a long sword.

The crowd of people stood behind the "rail", and the quiet sunset glow was silent, and no one could even breathe.

Only a pair of pairs were either shocked or silent, staring at the two confronting figures in the center of the open space.

Faceless Loren stood in the middle of the crowd, his dark pupil full of tension.

Because of the influence of the "knight system", the two principalities of Byrne and Poy have very far-reaching "duel" customs; this ancient tradition can even be traced back to the "blood feud" culture shared by the Bayern and Poy before the ancient kingdom .

Under everyone's attention, sacrifice blood with blood, and end hatred with hatred; victory is justice, and the loser surrenders to his knees.

"The most trusted friend ... and allies who are about to join forces." Master Azhama who stood behind him suddenly said, looking at Loren meaningfully:

"Not what you want to see, right ... Duke Loren?"

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

Master Azhamai ’s voice was very low, and the meaning was unclear: “Yes, on the surface, it ’s that your friend is taking risks with your own life. No matter what the result is, your relationship with the Jonah family will become very serious. stiff."

"But if you don't see the end, how do you know that our Lord Ain Rand will not bring you a surprise?"

Loren looked back suddenly and looked at each other with an eyebrow: "What the **** do you want to say?"

"It's nothing, I just want to remind you not to rush to conclusions so quickly." Azhamai smiled and flashed his eyes: "An old friend told me that he said that the friendship between the Bayern and the Boi actually came from a The duel begins. "

"He also said that he wants the wolf on the grassland to treat you as a friend ... you have to win it with your left hand and hug it with your right hand."

After talking, Azhamai did not wait for Loren to speak, so he pushed away the crowd in front and walked towards the confrontation.

"According to the laws of the empire, the duel should be carried out under the supervision of the servants of the Holy Cross; but it is a pity that we will not see any priest before saving the Thousand Account City from the centaur!"

Standing in the middle of the open space, the burly master Harlem van Ashamai held up the wand that resembled a short-handed hammer, and his voice resounded like thunder:

"So we follow the common tradition of the ancient Boe and Baien people today: under the witness of the sky dome, let them pour the blood of the earth to witness their bravery and glory--!"

"Whether it's the Jalah's Salika who won the final victory, or the Rand's Ain won the Valkyrie's favor ... This duel will not have any humiliation and defamation, it will only be between friends Contest. "

Master Ashamai's eyes swept around: "Let's shout the proverb of Boi and Baien together-trust our lives to friends, and dedicate victory to friendship-!"

"Entrust your life to your friends and dedicate your victory to friendship ----- !!!"

In the wave-like cheering, the expressions of the confrontation were serious at the same time, and a pair of sharp wolves reflected in the brilliant sapphire.

Salika had taken off her silver armor and was wearing only short-sleeve shirts and trousers with tight necks. The sharp gold-handled saber flicked up and down on her left and right hands, with a "smile" on her lips.

Ai Yin, who was standing opposite her, was stern, holding the bowstring of the battle bow with her right hand.

She still had the "Wizard Leather" specially made when she left Eboden, and she was carrying two short guns about one and a half feet long behind her.

"I used to hear people say that the Lothal people's bow and arrow skills are well-known in the world." Salika caught the spear thrown by the person behind him with one hand, forcibly stuck the tip of the spear into the mud under her feet, grinning and watching Xiang Ain:

"At such a short distance, there are only three arrows ... will it be too unfair to you?"

"No need to worry." The little wizard squeezed his lips tightly, as though the eye of a storm was brewing, passing three arrows on the ground at his feet:

"You still have to worry about yourself, Miss Salika ... If I was shot by a weapon, I can't pick it up again according to the duel rules."

Salika's face didn't change color, only the smile on the corner of her mouth was more awkward.

The atmosphere became more and more tense, and Ayn ’s right hand trembles, and her fingertips crossed the bowstring more than once; Salika, with a “smiling” in her mouth, widened her eyes, counting herself and the small wizard The distance between.

Loren narrowed his eyes, wearing the "caster" left hand behind his back, clenched into a fist.

"Here, I officially announce ..."

Master Azhama slowly retreated to the edge, exactly where he was facing the black-haired wizard; he slammed his wand and shouted the last sentence:

"The duel begins!"

It seemed as if the heart was alive, the two were moving at the same time!

In the blink of an eye, Sallyka ’s figure had disappeared from her place and flew to her side suddenly-she had already seen the archery of a small wizard, so close that it could be noticed by everyone An arrow hit the saber in his hand.

Such an arrow ... definitely not to parry.

"clang--!"

Take an arrow, press an arrow, draw a bow, raise a bow ... not even a thousandth of a second, Ain is already aiming at the figure of Salika, and then shoots an arrow.

Under countless eyes, everyone had only time to hear a bowstring slam; before seeing the afterimage, the roaring "black light" had already arrived.

By the time everyone saw the arrow, it had hit the center of the shield behind Sallyka.

Shot empty?

No ... of course not.

The dark-haired wizard slowly shook his head, and there were two more gray-blue patterns under his cheeks-just now, with the help of "Beyond Perception", he clearly saw that the arrow flew past Salika .

It wasn't Ain who shot empty, but she "shot deliberately".

The first arrow is a warning ... tell the other party clearly that your actions and speed are within my prediction and I ca n’t escape.

Suddenly stopped, Salika's eyes widened and she stared at the thin figure opposite her, and the cold touch swept the body.

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

This little wizard is deliberate ... otherwise, as long as it is a little "slow", the arrow will no longer hit the shield, but its own head!

She raised her head in cold sweats and her clenched teeth creaked.

The next second, Sallyka, who held the blade back, no longer dodged, rushed towards Ain's petite figure, and her muscular posture was like a residual image.

The narrow space of less than thirty steps in the open space is just a blink of an eye for her.

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

"puff--!"

The bowstrings rang loudly, and the bright red crossed a beautiful arc in the air!

Although he had tried his best to evade at that moment, the flying arrow still tore a slit in Sallyka's left shoulder, and a thin layer of close-fitting shorts would certainly not provide any protection.

But she was also very grateful that she did not wear any "cumbersome" armor-otherwise, at the speed of the other party's arrows, she would definitely have no time to use her shoulders to "strike off" the arrows shot at her arms.

That's right, this little wizard didn't intend to kill himself from the beginning, but was trying his best to surrender and then lose his fighting ability.

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Even among Poe ’s top warriors, Salika has never seen such a powerful marksman ... what did this little wizard have experienced in order to practice such a powerful archery skill?

Or is it that Lotel is an unparalleled marksman who can shoot down goshawks? !

She already knew very well ... at long distances, even three steps away, she was definitely not the opponent of this little wizard; in a moment of effort, the dark arrows could penetrate her heart.

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

Clenching his teeth, he wouldn't dare to have any slight contempt, Sallyka raised her knife and flew towards Ain.

Facing the rapidly approaching Salika and Xueliang's saber, the expressionless Ain is still Zhang Gong, Yang Gong ...

Then she held down the third arrow!