Arthur wanted to laugh, or say something more, to lighten the mood, but he ran out of energy. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He assessed it and determined that he had no strength to pull out the last arrow.

So he didn't say anything, and he couldn't squeeze out a smile. He grabbed Werther's hand and placed Werther's hand on the last arrow on his left calf.

"I'm really bored, Brother Vitter, and I'll leave this last branch to you. ”

As he spoke, Arthur placed the blackened dagger into Werther's other hand.

"Thankfully, the cluster of arrows didn't go through the bones. ”

Arthur couldn't stop contempting as he spoke, and his voice became weaker and weaker, as if he would be speechless at any moment.

"It's a blessing. Pull out the arrow, and you can move. Vitgo, opponent, I have a bad feeling, we have to do it as soon as possible. ”

Werther wanted to refuse, but he knew he couldn't, the hand holding the shaft of the arrow trembled, he clenched and released it several times, loosened and clenched, and finally at Arthur's urging, Werther gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and pulled it out fiercely, and finally pulled out the arrow along with a piece of skin on Arthur's calf.

Arthur instantly tilted his head and let out a painful but debilitating hoarse roar, Naine bit his lip and hugged Arthur tightly with both hands, listening to his rapid gasp, a suppressed moan from deep in his throat, and suppressing his body to prevent his tremors and spasms from hurting himself.

"I'm sorry Arthur...... I'm sorry...... I'm sorry I was pushing too hard...... Right...... I'm sorry...... You...... You bear with it a little longer...... I'll try to be as light as possible, you, you bear with it a little longer, and you'll be fine soon......"

When Arthur let out a cry of pain, Werther panicked, and he comforted himself in the same way that he comforted Arthur, forcing himself to steady, but his hands stained with Arthur's blood still trembled violently.

Hawkins felt that his stomach was too uncomfortable, and he frowned and turned his face away from it, but it was still too late, and vomited sour water after a few gagging.

Salina didn't bother glaring at Hawkins, she held Werther's hands to help him stabilize, held his hand to roast the dagger, and moved towards Arthur's wound.

When the dagger was only two centimeters away from Arthur's wound, Salina was unable to use her strength.

Witt looked at Salina, saw that Salina's eyes were already red, and knew that she could not continue, so he gently pushed Salina's hand away, the corners of his mouth moved miserably, and then pasted the hot dagger to the mutilated *** In an instant, the scorched smell of flesh and blood was blurred, charred black, white smoke and burning flesh reappeared, Arthur subconsciously grabbed Nayin's trembling body, because of weakness, although his mouth was wide open, he didn't make much sound, but made a grunting sound like the sound was blocked by air or saliva.

Why do you want to do it to this extent? Hawkins, who took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, didn't understand.

We are not related, even if it is a transaction, what kind of transaction can make a teenager do this level?

Hawkins thought Arthur was crazy.

Pain only briefly occupied Arthur's consciousness, and it wasn't long before he patted Naine who hugged him tightly and said weakly, "It's okay, it's okay, I'm okay, I think I should be able to go." ”

As soon as Salina said "but" out loud, Naine felt something, and she quickly reached out and pressed it to the ground, exclaiming, "They are surrounding us, and they are going to use fire!"

Everyone's expressions changed instantly, and Arthur pushed Naine away, gritted his teeth and tried to stand up, but the sharp pain struck his body like a bolt of lightning, causing him to bend his knees forward and lose his center of gravity. But he slammed his sword on the ground, and Naine immediately held him up, and soon he regained his center of gravity and remained on his feet in excruciating pain.

Arthur believed that the flames had firmly reconstituted the wounds in his legs, and that his legs could sustain him on his walk.

So he quickly pushed Nayin away, and raised his hand to stop Witt and Salina, who were trying to help him, and used his sword to pestle the ground, tentatively walking.

With every step of the pain, the pain jumped from his legs, as if his feet were stepping on steel thorns, and his flesh and bones were pierced by steel nails, Arthur gritted his teeth and walked slowly, beads of sweat the size of beans falling like rain.

Witt couldn't stand it anymore and turned to lead the horse, and Salina saw that she hurriedly went to lead another horse.

Naine hurriedly looked at Hawkins, then back at Arthur, her lips trembling.

Although it hurt so much that he wanted to cut off his leg, Arthur smiled happily.

He smiled and said to his companions, "Look, I'll just say it's okay, I can go! No problem! No problem on horseback!"

Before everyone had time to be happy, and before they had time to doubt and persuade anything, Naine felt something, quickly squatted down and touched the ground with both hands, and his expression became urgent: "They are closer!"

Naine sensed the enemy's approach, but she didn't know that the enemy was planning to poison in addition to fire. Arthur's judgment was correct, to stay here is to wait for death.

Arthur put away his smile, forced himself to forget the pain, pulled the reins from Werther's hand, gritted his teeth and turned on his horse, and Salina and Werther rode on another horse.

Hawkins saw Arthur on horseback, came to him, and condescendingly said to him, "Come up." ”

Time and time again, Hawkins was incredible.

"You ......"

"Don't talk nonsense, come up if you want to live. ”

Hawkins pursed his lips.

"Maybe you should ride the same horse with your companions, and the young man over there. Hawkins pointed to Werther.

Arthur was annoyed and stretched out his arrow-wounded arm: "No more nonsense we will all die!"

Hawkins saw the blur of charred flesh and blood, and saw the blood-stained sleeves of his coat, and his stomach churned again.

But no matter what, Hawkins wants to live.

He retched and reached out, took Arthur's bloody hand, stood up with his help, and mounted his horse.

After confirming that everyone was ready, Arthur looked at Nayin, who was maintaining a half-squat, touching the ground with his hands: "It's now!"

Naine nodded, and a tornado with a large amount of sand and gravel outside the wall rose in the rain, from one to two, two to four, the number increased rapidly, and the dense tornado hit the assassins who had formed an encirclement like a tsunami, and the assassins hurriedly retreated, but only to expand the encirclement, without the slightest intention of escaping.

When Naine was sure that the Assassins had retreated to a safe distance, she broke through the wall, and the two horses galloped out of the ditch and towards the cave.

Seeing the Assassins trying to chase beyond the range of the tornado, Naine urged all the tornadoes to become taller and stronger, a large amount of dirt was rolled up, and the dusky tornadoes obscured the Assassins' vision, while Arthur and Werther kept urging the horses to speed up, and the two horses ran fast in the rain.

After some time, Nain told his companions, "We've got rid of them!