The soldiers who followed Florosa here were rough men, accustomed to living in cold places, and had a very strong folk style. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Although Florosa was a temporary leader who came with orders from above, several soldiers did not look down on Florosa very much while obeying orders.

This guy doesn't look strong at all, but has a bit of a literati feeling, and always feels as if he is not a soldier, and he has not experienced the baptism of war. The appearance of the half-elf is not outstanding in appearance, except that the hair will be a little gray, there are no very conspicuous features, in Sunderland and other alchemists do not look up and look down, there are still many people who do not realize that Frosa is a half-elf, let alone a few ordinary soldiers who have just met.

From the very beginning of the first day of arrival, Frosa had arranged the route and rotation of the soldiers' patrols, so that they could go a little farther away and look around when they were fine, and expand the observation net of this area, so as not to let important things go through in case of mistakes.

Two days passed in one fell swoop, and there was nothing wrong with sleeping a little cold at night.

Florosa drew a small magic circle under the campfire, transforming the elements to make the flames look less bright and warmer, and immediately made the temperature much more comfortable when sleeping.

Although those soldiers are used to living in this high-altitude area, it doesn't mean that they don't like to be warmer, so after drawing a magic circle in Frosa, several soldiers secretly felt a little impressed by this young-looking head.

What surprised them even more was yet to come, and in fact, there were more things that could stop them.

Early on the morning of the third day, Frosa rose from her sleep, half of the group's vigil was not over, and the rest were on the verge of waking up. Florosa simply got up a little earlier than usual out of her unaccustomed to the cold. But it wasn't too early, and the sleep was enough to give him a vigorous head.

So he tidied up his equipment a little, nibbled on a few bites of the jerky he had brought with him for a long time, took a few of his things and went around to the front of the mountain, stretched his arms vigorously against the morning sun, let his whole body stretch, and then slowly drooped.

In any case, Frosa is still a half-elf, as part of the bloodline, the agility and extraordinary vision of the elves are still inherited from Frosa, he has the same unique advantage over bows and arrows as the pure elves, a complete racial talent, a natural marksman, even if he neglects to practice, he can be regarded as a good hand in humans.

Moreover, a lot of experience is accumulated, and even if the hands are a little rusty, how to use the techniques are still remembered in Flosa's mind and deeply imprinted in them. Moreover, some training in the past six months has also allowed him to pick up the long-lost bow and arrow, allowing him to quickly recover to a sufficient level.

Florosa has her usual composite bow, and the silver and black exterior doesn't look particularly eye-catching, but the angular structure is full of design, and it can be regarded as living up to the elves' yearning for beauty. Even in Kalishel's opinion, it is an excellent work of a high level.

Of course, the bow and arrow used by a half-elf will not be as simple as looking good, and this thing has cost Frosa a lot of effort in the Sunderland alchemy room. For a long time in Sunderland, working on the compound bow was once a favorite activity in Flosa's spare time, and the idea of building stronger equipment for oneself was always fascinating, let alone a bow and arrow that the elves themselves loved. The compound bow itself is not large, but every detail has been repeatedly tested and modified by Frossa, including the refining array contained in it, which has been optimized by Frosa to the best level he can do, so it can probably be regarded as one of Frosa's best works.

A bow made for himself by the world's top alchemists and half-elves, coupled with the half-elves' own talent for bows and arrows and their own efforts, such abilities that should have been dazzling are still overshadowed by Flosa's own alchemist aura. If he didn't take out his bow and arrows, I'm afraid many people wouldn't even remember what level of archery he was, even Raymond.

It's just that this is not a special thing for Flosa, who is used to being hidden in Raymond's aura.

In the eyes of the other soldiers, the captain who took out a compound bow was more noteworthy, and the two soldiers standing guard not far away had been attracted to the attention of Frosa since he took out his bow and arrows. So much so that every time I had to pay attention to Florosa for a while, I would go back and check the movements around me.

Unfortunately, Frosa did not respond to the curiosity of these people, he just casually dropped the quiver at his feet, and kept caressing the silver bow as if he were caressing the back of his lover's hand, and muttered in a low voice as if he could really communicate with his own weapon. This went on for a while, and when the soldiers finally had lost their patience and were about to lose interest in Florosa, he finally pulled a feathered arrow from his quiver.

The standard shaft of the arrow, with its flooded arrows and white tail feathers, only a few wind element carvings to increase the flow of water, increase the muzzle velocity and range, and the simple craftsmanship is not an order of magnitude compared to the bow used by Flosa. It is like using white jade to make tableware, but only for brown rice porridge.

But for Frosa now, that's enough.

He put the feathered arrows on his bow and skillfully set up his posture to make all preparations. The field of vision extends outwards in search of a suitable target in the distant snow. As a warm-up exercise, just find something that you can see. The snowfield in front of us stretches into the distance until the place where heaven and earth meet. And in the distance, there were scattered dead trees on the snow, as abrupt as dust on white jade.

That's a great goal, isn't it.

The runes hidden in the bow gradually glowed with magical light, and after Florosa had filled the bowstring, a magic spell was temporarily blessed on the feather arrow, followed by a scream that pierced the air, and was launched from Flosa's hand in an instant before anyone else could see it.

In fact, there was no need to attach other sights to the bow to aim, and the sights were almost useless in long-distance shooting, and Flosa's shooting relied entirely on his own understanding and mastery of the bow and arrow used, plus the environmental impact of visual confirmation to correct the trajectory, and it was all based on feeling and talent to predict the final landing point - whether this seemingly unreliable shot could hit or not depended on Flosa's level and luck.

If it weren't for the support of the wind elemental carving, the range of this arrow would not be enough to hit the distance of the dead tree, and the dry tree trunk was only a few millimeters long in the eyes of ordinary people.

As Florosa had expected, the feathered arrow drew a relatively gentle parabola in the air, and at the same time was blown away by the breeze from the direction of the off-string, deflecting at an angle of nearly thirty degrees to the left, and then steadily piercing the dry trunk of the tree.

The magic attached to the arrow was instantly activated, and the entire dead tree trunk in the snow was attached to a layer of ice, and in an instant, it shattered into fragments, breaking the dead tree trunk into countless tiny fragments and scattering them on the ground.

So in the eyes of the other soldiers, the black dot representing the dead tree disappeared from their field of vision.

The eyes of several soldiers looking at Florosa changed suddenly, and there were many subtle meanings in a flash.

Unfortunately, Flosa's second arrow was not able to reproduce the miraculous skill of the previous moment, and after being blown by gusts of wind at different heights in an S-shaped trajectory, the second arrow grazed the edge of another dead tree and fell to the ground, leaving only a small cloud of broken ice on the trunk, which failed to smash the dead tree as before.

This made everyone feel slightly disappointed.

Florosa frowned, weighed the third feather arrow in his hand, shook his head and put the silver bow aside, sat down directly on the snow at random, pulled the dagger from his waist, and began to carefully cut something on the shaft of the arrow.

Anyway, before the arrival of the waiting prey, no one had anything more to do, and the soldiers obviously would not be bored to come up and disturb their captain, so Frosa sat down on the ground with such peace of mind, took out the feathered arrows on the side of the quiver, checked them one by one, and trimmed them one by one.

He didn't want to make a single stubble on the feather arrows if he needed them.

The calm did not last long, however, for while Frosa had just prepared six or seven arrows, another soldier hurried from behind the peak.

"Head, the brother in the south just gave a signal, and something is flying this way!"

The soldier's voice was so urgent that even some of the etiquette was omitted, and he gasped as he spoke, as if he had just rushed from a distance.

"Southside?" Florosa glanced south.

There is a river in the distance in that direction, could it be that the group of people I was waiting for have come?

"No, not over there" The soldier who reported saw the direction that Frosa was looking in and quickly stretched out his hand and pointed to the distance: "It's over there, the signal says it's very fast!" ”

No?

Frosa quickly stood up, turning the crystal to the inside of her wrist with a twist of her left wrist, ready to activate the thing whenever needed.

But the direction the soldier pointed was some distance from the direction of the river, a little closer to the peak of Frossa, which was not what he expected.

However, Frosa soon confirmed the correctness of the soldier's report, and at the same time confirmed with his own eyes what the soldier meant by "flying over".

That's right, it really flew over, a white dragon flew low against the snow, a snowflake fluttered everywhere it passed, pulling the passing trajectory into a white one, and the little glowing thing in front was the ice crystal dragon he was waiting for.

The crystal on Frosa's wrist was instantly charged, and at the same time, the crystal in Raymond's hand also lit up simultaneously, and Raymond's voice immediately passed through it to Frossa's side: "What's the matter, what's the situation." ”

"They're coming, no, it's coming, it's coming, it's just the Ice Crystal Dragon, not the water transport, it's flying west, and it's going to pass the observation point soon." Frosa quickly reported, and subconsciously held the silver bow in his right hand again.

"Flying here?"

A surprised question came from the crystal, and Florosa repeated it again, making sure that what she said was correct and what they had heard.

"Is anyone harnessing it?"

Raymond's voice came out again, causing Frosa to look carefully towards the Ice Dragon. The Ice Crystal Dragon, on the other hand, had grown from a single light to a bean, and at that rate it would soon be passing Florosa - as long as he didn't change direction or slow down.

"Yes, it should be a magician." Flosa's astonishing eyesight allowed him to make out the black figure on the dragon's back, and while others couldn't see it, Florosa was different.

“…… Now, is there a chance to kill him. Raymond asked in a calm voice.

"Sixty percent sure," Frosa immediately replied.

No way, this target that is moving at high speed and the wind direction is chaotic is really difficult to aim.

"Do it." Raymond did not hesitate and gave the order categorically.

The silver bow was immediately lifted by Florosa, and with a slight fumbling of his right hand in the quiver, he took out a feathered arrow from it.

Unlike before, what was taken out was a white feather arrow with a strange material, which was put on the bowstring by Flosa, and directly filled the bow, aiming in the direction of the ice crystal dragon. (To be continued.) )