Once again, it turns out that prayer is only a psychological comfort and does not contribute anything substantively to the development of things.

By the time Faetvo's song sounded, there was no way to undo it - after a decade of evolution, the song had begun to weave into the bones of the Andes mountain people, becoming their war song.

It was not the Andes mountain people who made the first move, but the slave hunters.

Although the hands of the Andes mountain people were tied with ropes, the eyes of the same enemy, the impassioned battle song, and the momentum of not fearing death regardless of the old and the young brought strong pressure.

Even knights of regular background who have been on the battlefield are terrified, not to mention those slave hunters who come purely for money, and who use killing and viciousness to cover up their timidity, but they do not know that this method is very effective against those mature slaves who have been domesticated and are better than dogs.

It is used to deal with the free Andis mountain people who have been fighting wild beasts and nature for survival since they were sensible, and this only provokes their ferocity.

The sword of the first slave hunter pierced the chest of an Andis mountain man, and then he was knocked down the mountain beam by the fierce mountain man and his companions, even if the slope of the mountain beam was not large, but he was dressed in armor, rolling all the way down from a height of hundreds of meters, and the chance of survival was less than half.

In any conflict and confrontation, after a drop of blood is generated, the situation will take a sharp turn and completely out of control, which is an unbreakable truth, and the two sides whose eyes are red with blood have erupted into the most savage ferocity in their hearts.

Especially the Andes mountain people, from the very beginning, they knew that this kind of armed disparity of resistance, only with their own flesh and blood, there was a chance, so they used a lose-lose style of play.

or hold, or pull, or drag, or bump, or force.

Roll down the hill with the nearest slave hunter.

The fierce are afraid of the horizontal, the horizontal are afraid of the horizontal, and the stunned are afraid of dying, this sentence is common in all intelligent races.

Now it is the fierce one who directly collides with the deadly, so even if the slave hunter soldiers have absolute superiority in force and equipment, they are suppressed at this moment.

Especially for those knights in half-body armor, in the rolling impact, it is difficult to say whether the benefit of protection is greater, or the high speed brought out by the weight is more harmful.

The most aggrieved were the marksmen that Benson was proud of, these Andis mountain people had seen their archery skills no less than those of the Condor Archers, and after the conflict broke out, they were treated with great attention and did not give them a chance to distance themselves at all.

In a few breaths, the number of marksmen who could still stand was reduced by half.

If Benson knew, he would definitely scratch his liver and lungs with heartache, you must know that they have captured six Andis mountain villages in a row, and they have encountered no less than twenty Condor archers, except for one marksman who was unlucky and was grazed in the arm by a stray arrow, there is no loss.

But now Benson doesn't have the energy to think about this, he is now on the verge of life and death, and saving his life will have a chance to continue thinking about other things.

When the conflict was inevitable, although he knew that it was not the best time for him to make a move, Sean still chose to make a move.

The other party is now on high alert, and the success rate of the sneak attack will be greatly reduced, if he is ruthless enough, wait until the two sides are separated from life and death, and the moment when the other party relaxes, it is the best time to strike.

Sean obviously can't do this, and he doesn't want to do it in his life, because then the person will no longer be human, but a cold-blooded monster in human skin.

Although Sean came out in a hurry this time, the equipment he carried was not ambiguous at all, carrying the best equipment with him, he had begun to cultivate this habit since he learned to walk, and this good habit did give him feedback, allowing him to easily survive several sudden dangers.

Sean carried two bows, one was a modest Andes hunting bow, this composite bow was only three feet long (1 meter), the power and range were inferior to the four-foot bows of the Bastille marksmen, there was no huge difference in craftsmanship, the size was there, and the tension of the latter was naturally stronger than the former.

Compact also has the advantage of being small, the Andes hunting bow can be easily packed into a special quiver, no matter how complex the environment is running and rolling, there is no need to worry about its loss or accidental damage, it is definitely the best choice for hunting.

A small bow means that the power is weak, but it also means that the bow distance is short, and the bow is faster, so there is a recognized saying that above fifty meters, the military bow is stronger, but within fifty meters, the closer the distance, the more obvious the bow speed advantage of the hunting bow.

Sean's other bow was more peculiar, the most obvious sign, large enough, nearly a head taller than Shaun, who was five and a half feet tall, and the whole body was made of a narrow dark copper-colored slot, and the lower part of the middle was densely wound with silk threads.

This kind of narrow bow has created an incomparably brilliant record in Sean's previous life, and has a well-known name - English Longbow, but unfortunately, this world has neither the English Channel nor the Island of England, so naturally there is no way to call it the English Longbow, which is too weird.

Originally, Sean also wanted to take advantage of the rare naming rights to give this longbow a well-known name, but he was really a little incompetent, and in the end he could only end up with a cliché name - Andes Longbow.

As for directly naming his name with a Sean longbow, Sean can only secretly sigh that his cultivation is not yet home, and he can't do such a brazen thing now.

When hunting Andes Bear, Sean used this bow from beginning to end.

The arrows used for this longbow were naturally also specially made, and they were one-third longer and more than two times thicker than the arrows of Andes's hunting bow.

According to the wood, this kind of arrow is divided into three types, which are made of lighter materials such as aspen, aspen, elderberry, birch, willow, etc., and are called flying arrows, which have a long range.

It is called a heavy arrow made of heavy materials such as ash wood and horn wood, although it has a shorter range due to its larger weight, but it has stronger penetration at close range, which is better than armor-piercing bullets.

The last one is naturally Sean's special flaming arrows according to his own situation.

Sean never makes flying arrows, only carries a pot of heavy arrows and three flaming arrows with him, using this kind of bow is its super lethality, its tension is there, even if it is used with heavy arrows, it is one-third farther than the range of Andes hunting bow, in the complex environment of the mountains, it is enough.

A pot of twenty-four heavy arrows went out in one breath, but the number of enemies killed was only one, not to mention for the Condor Archer, even for an adult Andis Mountain Citizen, it was a bit shabby.

In fact, Sean didn't take killing the enemy as his first goal from the beginning, he was at best a bow with dozens of arrows, even if each arrow could kill one person, it was only a few dozen.

For a school team, it is only one-tenth of the casualties, and it will not play much role in the melee in front of him, not to mention that it is impossible to have such a lethality, three arrows can kill one, even if his archery skills are superb.

Therefore, two of the twelve arrows were directed at Bartley;

Two arrows were directed at Benson;

One arrow was directed at the heavily armed knight beside Bartley;

Two arrows were directed at a Bastille marksman who had distanced himself and was about to shoot with a bow;

One arrow was directed at a slave-hunting soldier who was furious and wounded;

The last four arrows were aimed at the four Andis mountain people who were carrying the sliding rods, but the last four arrows were not aimed at people, but at the places where they could reach them.

It was the Bastille marksman who died, so focused on his target that he had time to dodge the first arrow, the second straight through his chest.

As for the arrows that went towards Bartley and Benson, it was not that these two young nobles had extraordinary skills, but that the heavily armed knight beside Bartley was too terrifying, and he dodged the arrow that shot at him with a slight sideways turn, not to mention, a half-human-tall half-handed sword actually danced with the speed of a stabbing sword, and only two swords swept away all the four arrows that were shot at Bartley and Banson.

From beginning to end, the other party was just a small sideways, a stride, a sweep, half an oblique shot, that control of the peak of power, that precision, that clean, all made Sean in the distance sweat profusely, the pressure doubled, and he almost moaned - the big knight.

Hell, what kind of identity are these two guys, who actually let a noble knight follow them into the mountains to hunt slaves at any cost?

Sean is 100% sure that the other party is a big knight, if he doesn't do it, he can't see the difference between this kind of person and an ordinary knight, once he does it, he will be exposed, not that he has a shocking aura or anything like that, but their fighting skills.

Only those who pursue the limits of force and constantly hone their combat skills will turn the killing technique into an art, and of course, the most important thing is to have a strong physique as the foundation, the number of such people he has seen can be counted with a slap, but each one is an out-and-out monster.

As a world where force occupies an important position, it naturally has its own division of power, although this division is very vague, and there are three power classes with formal names - knight level, big knight level, and champion level.

Knight level, as the name suggests, has a regular knight-level warrior who has received rigorous training for more than ten years since he was a child, if you use the data formulated by Sean and intuitively understand it, it is a strong existence with strength, sensitivity, and body reaching 2 at the same time, that is to say, Sean has not yet reached the knight-level hardware.

The Great Knight level is a step further at the Knight level, honing his physical fitness and killing skills to the master level, and the three major hardware are all more than 3 inhuman existences.

As for the champion level, it is a real monster, it is said that their three major hardware attributes are infinitely close to the limit of human beings, and they have terrifying power unimaginable to ordinary people, and they have the reputation of being a hundred enemies on the battlefield.

However, this world is composed of ordinary people after all, and this special stratification for knights obviously cannot include all people, according to the existing customs, two more levels are added in front of the knights, the auxiliary level and the subordinate level.