The grass swayed slightly, and Eshu held the wolf axe sideways in front of him and stood up cautiously. He was holding a short bow painted with patterns facing him where he was, the bowstring pulled open, and the arrow was ready to fire. Due to the angle of his stomach, Eshu could not judge the location of his raid, but judging from the high-frequency and lethal shots, and the way he treated the remains of the Noldor captive, this person should also be a member of the Great Eastern Forest, but his pupils were like dim glass, reflecting a dull brown - the turquoise pupils were the most obvious trait that distinguished the Noldor elves from the humans on the mainland, which made Eshy a little unsure of the identity of the other party - he was facing a fake Noldor elf, Or is it just a skilled and compassionate ranger? Although this person can speak the Noldor, he is either a Noldor or a Noldor. Noldor's writing is difficult to master, but the words used for communication have been somewhat understood after a long period of contact. It is said that the Silver Mist Ranger has written a pronunciation manual for the Noldor language, which all official members must master - of course, this is all anecdote before the Marquis of Eldred in White Hart Castle, and the current Silver Mist Ranger is nothing more than a private unit of the Marquis of Sarion; Closely, Esher himself was fluent in the Noldor, while in the Cato steppes, the Cato rider who could speak the lingua franca was like a rare animal, and the Cato rider who could swear Noldor was a handful of them—and there were many tricks.

"Je passisas," said Esher tentatively, "Je m'en vais."

"Oui?" said the ranger, his bowstring taut slightly, and the arrows hung low, pointing to the ground, as if believing Estheu's words, "Il y a quelque chose sur ton épaule."

Eshu subconsciously glanced over his shoulder. As soon as he shifted his gaze, a strong wind came to him. Eshy reflexively turned his head, but even so, his cheek was cut by the arrow, and a bloody mark deep in his mouth was cut by the arrow, and the cool evening breeze and warm blood "gurgled" into his mouth, and Eshu spat hard, bending down to avoid the second arrow that came at him. Before the wound healed, not to mention the extremely strict pronunciation of the Noldor, Esher might not be able to speak the lingua franca fluently. However, there was no longer any need to continue the negotiations, and Eschu raised his wolf axe and knocked the third arrow away. He strode forward and rushed towards the Ranger.

The ......'s three successive shots had little effect, and the eyewitness reacted somewhat unexpectedly, as he flew backwards and reached for a touch of the quiver at his waist, eight feathered arrows following his slender fingers. The Ranger pulled the bowstring so fast that the patterns on the bow's arms flickered as he moved, and he fired eight arrows in one breath, and the patterns also flashed eight times—he didn't pull the strings much, but the arrows came out of the string so fast that only a vague shadow remained.

Essho felt this most intuitively, no matter what the other party's identity was, his archery skills were obviously far better than the ordinary Noldor elves, the bow was an extension of his arm, and he alone was enough to rain arrows, as for the weapon in his hand, it was a Noldor sigil bow that was priceless in the black market of Pande. It was not easy to face the high-speed and powerful arrows, and Esher swung the wolf axe delicately, smashing the flying arrows aside one by one with the axe. With each step he took forward, the threat of the arrows increased, and sometimes Esher had to make drastic evasions. And the Ranger didn't simply stand still and shoot arrows, he deftly swam beside the river, throwing arrows at Eshu as he ran. Essho didn't want to rush to grab the arrow and throw it back, the arrow from the Noldor sigil bow was so fast at this distance that Eshu was not sure to catch it accurately, if he reached out and tried it, the only result would be that the arrow had already been swept through the gap in his palm before the five fingers were closed.

But Esthew was waiting. Although the Noldor rune bow can greatly reduce the physical exertion when drawing the bow, every arrow shot out is real, not to mention that in order to suppress Estheau, the ranger is controlling the strings at a very high frequency, and sometimes the runes on the bow can't keep up with his speed. After fighting for a while, the two pots of quiver wrapped around the ranger's waist had bottomed out, and when his hand felt empty around his waist, Eshu finally got his wish and forced it to within ten paces. However, at this time, Eishu's body was also covered in blood, but most of them were shallow wounds, and they scabbed in an instant.

The Ranger had no intention of fighting Aeshu in close combat, and although the latter did not break through the blockade of his arrows, the astonishing reflexes and power control displayed by Eshu in the process all hinted at the Ranger that he was most likely facing a white-knuckle battle master. He shook off his cumbersome quivers, kicked them at Estheu, and continued to retreat.

The quiver that was kicked out caught up with the Ranger, slammed into his chest with ferocity, and then fell apart. The Ranger was in a surge of blood, and the sudden blow caused him to lose his balance and fall to the ground on his back, and the other quiver lost its target, flying directly above him, shattering a cedar tree behind him, leaving a shocking depression in the trunk. The Ranger barely braces himself up, and finds that his goggles under his leather armor are torn apart. He missed the calculation, the other party was not only a grandmaster of white-knuckle combat, but even the throwing was a top skill, and the weapon that knocked him down was personally sent by him. The Ranger was still trying to resist, and he had just clenched his bow, but the wolf axe had slashed in front of him, and the sharp blade of the axe suddenly stopped when it was only half an inch from the tip of his nose, except for the fierce sound of the wind.

"Where are you going?" The wound on his cheek had not yet healed completely, and Esher did not bother to continue to communicate in Noldor, "The sound is good." ”

““Morituri te salutant!” The Ranger glared at Estheau, shouted, and slammed his body into the axe. Ai Xiu didn't want this person to die in his hands inexplicably, so he quickly withdrew the wolf axe, but the other party seemed to have foreseen his reaction, and after forcing Ai Xiu back, he quickly felt a short blade without a handle from the sole of his shoe, and flexibly went around to Eixiu's side, and the short blade in his hand pierced the back waist.

This guy may really be a pure-blooded Noldor elf, with a bad temper and a hard temperament, but his methods are a little dirty. Eshu kicked the blade away, grabbed the ranger's wrist, lifted him from the bottom up, and threw him a hundred and eighty degrees in the air before slamming him to the ground. It's not fatal, but it's enough to incapacitate you for a short period of time. Esher saw two nearly transparent crystal flakes being shocked out of the other's eye sockets, and the color of his pupils was no longer gray as before, but a bright blue color.

"It's kind of interesting." Eshu reached out and grabbed the two crystals in mid-air and brought them to his eyes, not forgetting to step on the ranger's, "I thought the Noldor elves never bothered to hide their identity. ”

There was a sound of a string, and Esshu didn't hear the arrow breaking through the air, but the sense of crisis forced him to raise his foot immediately. A twisted air swept under his feet, and a tuft of grass by the river was cut in half. Eshu turned his head slowly, and a woman stood on a knoll not far away, holding a longbow in her hand, the arm of which was wrapped in a tight white cloth, the bowstring still trembling slightly, an unobservable ripple that was rhythmically distorting the air around her. The woman's pupils were a dull gray, and she looked at Esher condescendingly. "There are always exceptions, Lord Baladuk. And one thing you can't say wrong, camouflage is not a shameful thing for the Noldor Elves, especially when it serves a noble purpose. Now, please step away from my guards. Lève - toi, Rite Dylan (Stand Up, Name)"

"Oui, madame. The Ranger—or the Noldor Elf struggled to get up with his chest clutched, and staggered towards the woman. Essho watched as the Noldor elf, known in Pande's name "Rietediran", drifted away, without any movement, even the wolf axe hanging quietly at his side. For no other reason, beside the woman, there were four rangers with bows and arrows, and the sigils on the bow's arms were emitting a bright silver light. Their pupils were also a dull gray, and they thought they had a pair of crystal flakes in their sockets.

Six Noldor Elves!

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