Varus gasped for air, his arms burning with what seemed to be on fire, and every muscle felt a pain that was about to reach its limit. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sensation of the mind is almost prostration, fluttering.

He stood on a rock, his bow in his hand, and the green tendons on his arms and wrists were constantly shaking, and from here he could see the mountain path leading to the temple.

The Noxus offensive has faded.

There were no further reinforcements on the mountainside, and the archers seemed to have received an order to stop the attack, and they stopped shooting at the top of the hill in turn, and slowly began to withdraw.

Archer? Just because those guys are also worthy of being called archers? It's just a farmer who was sent to the battlefield after two days of simple training.

Their scattered arrows ostensibly covered the mountaintop, but in fact it was full of flaws in his eyes.

It's just a bunch of moving ammo bags. Dodge their arrows and return them. It's just that his precise archery skills will take their lives by the way.

He is the best archer, and with this terrain, he is condescending.

Every temple wall, the sparse woodland in the temple, and the plank road leading to the forbidden land can become a stronghold. All he needed was a bow to stop the incoming enemy.

The dense corpses covered the entire mountain road, and the soil had been dyed crimson, emitting bursts of foul-smelling blood.

His body was on the verge of limit, and he was almost fainting from exhaustion, but as long as Noxus's army continued to approach, he had to maintain this seemingly never-tired appearance, firing every precise and powerful arrow-

An experienced general can judge the enemy's current physical condition from the speed and strength of the arrow, so he can't afford to slack off, which is also a tough psychological warfare.

Eventually, he succeeded, perhaps because Noxus was really deterred by his power as an archer, or perhaps because Noxus had always respected the tradition of the strong, Noxus finally gave up on attacking the seemingly insignificant monastery.

Varus jumped off the rock, and the momentum of the landing was obviously a bit overwhelming for his current physical strength. He stumbled and nearly fell, leaning back against the rock, supporting himself and slowly sitting down, his longbow sliding to the dirt at hand with the loosening of his fingertips.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

The things in the forbidden place of this monastery must be sealed forever until they are buried by the dust of history.

Varus remembered the elders' words and clenched his fists tightly.

But how long can he keep this place?

It seems that Noxus has really invaded, and the army has already marched to this vicinity, Starfall Village, and the temples in the surrounding area will be swept away by their army, as Li Qing said.

Maybe it's fallen......

Then Noxus will certainly not allow such a sand in the eye on his road to conquest, maybe those Noxian soldiers will still attack tomorrow -

Won't even wait until tomorrow......

After nightfall, it will be a time when the archers' abilities are most limited, and even the brightest moonlit night will not be able to accurately understand the number of enemies, their position, and their movements.

This blinding, for archers, is absolutely fatal.

What's more, black clouds have gathered overhead.

He let out a cloudy breath, stopping the increasingly ominous thoughts. Stand up, carry the longbow on your back, and begin to move, collecting arrows scattered around the neighborhood for future battles.

What can he do now?

It's nothing more than continuing to fight the trapped beast until it dies in battle, or a miracle happens.

Huh, a miracle?

I don't know what happened to Li Qing, I don't know the village...... He suddenly felt a heartache. Still, he remembered the day he became the best archer.

That day, his proud archery skills were displayed in front of the world, almost shocking all the elders and masters of Ionia, each arrow was precise and fast, and what was even more unexpected was that the surface of the arrow was faintly condensed with a thin layer of air.

In the martial arts of Ionia, this is the qi that has always been considered to represent the highest realm.

He thought he had won the approval of the people, that he would become a legend, that he would be given. But that day, the elders gave him such a task, guarding the forbidden place of this monastery, which was confusing and seemed insignificant, why did something that the monks could do become a heavy task for him?

Is it worth more than the lives of the whole village?!

He remembered Li Qing's angry words, as if they were now replaying in his head, and they were still loud.

Is the thing sealed in the forbidden place really worth more than the lives of the entire village?

"You won't understand." Varus said to himself, as if convincing himself.

What is sealed in that forbidden place? Ancient magic? Or an ancient demon?

Varus couldn't help but think, but he still shook his head, whatever it was, he was the caretaker, but it was only a lock, and what was locked had nothing to do with him.

He heard the sound of flapping wings, it was a pitch-black crow, hovering over the bloody mountain path, but it didn't seem to covet flesh and blood—

It seems to be aimed at him......

Varus shuddered.

The idea is so outlandish, but it seems to ...... It's true.

The raven hovered in mid-air for a moment, then swooped down in his direction. Even though he was already exhausted, his body reacted quickly.

Setting up the bow and releasing the arrow, the smooth movement was completed almost instantly, and the next moment, the arrow that shone with a cold glow was already like a flash of lightning piercing the crow.

Varus didn't like to kill.

It's just that the bird, whether it intends to attack him or not, appears as if with a ...... Quirky feeling.

He said he couldn't figure out what he was feeling from it.

The crow narrowly dodged the arrow, changed the trajectory of its flight, and landed straight on the rock, jumping on the rock, retracting its black wings, and staring at Varus with a pair of dark eyes.

His gaze was like a sharp letter opener, and even the calm shell that had been given to him by years of training as a warrior seemed to be easily cut through in front of it, reaching his heart. It seems that through these pairs of pupils, the human heart can be perceived.

A crow doesn't have such eyes.

Such a gaze unnerved him.

Varus took a deep breath, his nose fluttering with his emotions, and he grabbed an arrow, put it on his bow, and pulled the bowstring with his strong arm, and the arrow was shot at the crow.

The raven fluttered its wings and leaped away, dodging his arrow again, and sliding away with the same thrill as the last time, as if it was about to be struck and pushed itself away with a mysterious force.

The feathers on its body rose as if it were blown by the wind, and its small body gradually elongated, slowly taking on a human form. Eventually, the black feathers were gone, and a cloak of crow feathers enveloped the man, or merely the humanoid.

"Ionia's best archer, Varus." The man's deep voice came from under the cloak.

The hood of the cloak was pressed very low, and the mouth and nose were covered by a mask, and almost only the eyes were exposed...... Just like the crow just now, the sharp, eerie eyes.

"Who are you?"

"What are you protecting?" The man ignored his question.

"I don't know. Who the hell are you? ”

"It doesn't matter, Varus. Send the best archers to guard a temple, even if the village is slaughtered, you will not leave an inch, I'm afraid there is really some secret hidden here, right? ”

"You?! Bastard! Starfall Village? ”

"Ruined, it's easy." Varus could even imagine the caustic curvature of the corners of the man's mouth as he spoke.

The answer to him was a powerful arrow.

"!" Varus's movements were surprisingly fast, and the arrow was like a flash of lightning, and the sound of "whoosh" pierced the air, and it went straight to the man's head.

Although the other party reacted equally quickly, the arrow was still just right, slashing his cheek, and the qi attached to the arrow was agitated with energy, and the man's mask was shattered in an instant!

Varus saw the man's face clearly, and the anger in his heart was instantly cooled by a chill, and under the mask, there were pale cheeks, but those cheeks were blank, and only a pair of dark eyes stared at him.

His body suddenly changed, something broke through the blank cheeks, a cunning crow head was revealed in the position of his face, and his whole body began to skyrocket, the black crow feather cloak seemed to turn into skin, and countless black crow birds broke through the skin from his body!

There was no time to shoot with a bow and arrows, and Varus knew that the person in front of him was definitely not a domain that he could fight alone. He turned and ran, wielding a longbow and an arrow in both hands, driving away the ravens that kept pounced on him.

And the terrifying mysterious man was chasing after him, and his movements were limping, and it should not be difficult to shake him off, but the black ravens kept flying out of his feathered body and pounced on Varus.

He was on the boardwalk leading to the top of the mountain, where the mysterious forbidden place of the temple was located. But there was nothing he could do, and if he was killed, the mysterious man would find it sooner or later.

He only has one fight now!

Varus's hand crossed his shoulders and reached behind him, and in the quiver behind him there were twelve arrows, exactly thirteen if you counted the ones in your hand.

What an ominous number.

Damn it! These annoying crows make him completely unable to shoot! Even though he had long legs, how could he run faster than those with wings?

The gate of the forbidden land will soon be in front of you.

In the center of the courtyard wall, the old iron gate was not locked, but it was very heavy, and it was stained with a dull color by the dust.

Varus almost pounced on the door, dropped the arrow in his hand, clenched the knocker with his palm, and pulled it violently, and the door made a slight noise, as if it was being pulled, but only in a fraction of a minute.

He had to try again, and the noise of the crows was already close to the back of his mind, and Varus turned to the black monster birds slashing their heads and covering their faces.