A drop of cold dew fell onto Estheux's fingertips, rolling down his phalanx and into a shallow puddle in the center of his palm. A chill seeped into his mind from the burning pain, and Esher blinked, and the perception returned, the neck, shoulders, elbows, wrists, and waist...... Essho moved the joints around him, which had been stiff from prolonged paralysis, from top to bottom, and then braced himself up from the ground. I lay on the wet grass for most of the night, and the half of my face was still a little numb on the dirt. While being towed earlier, a Ranger kicked him in the face, knocking out two of his back molars. Essho put his hand in his mouth and found the two teeth in the corners of his mouth, and he pressed them into the gums with the pain, allowing the healing flesh to hold them back in place.

The wolf axe was not at hand, and the shoulder armor seized from the Cato people was presumably in the hands of the Noldor elves—they might have thought it was a return to its owner, but Essius saw it as a trophy of war. He's now completely out of nowhere. The Noldor elves had no intention of taking their own lives, but instead brought themselves to this camp, what had she said before?

Eshy rubbed his temples, his consciousness burning with pain until he regained mobility, and his thoughts were a little confused—by the way, the female Noldor had told him plainly that he was going to serve in the ranks in exchange for a ransom from the wolf axe. Esher was convinced that the other members of the so-called "team" were a relatively complex group of mercenaries, who spoke with each other in a heavily accented lingua franca. In order to resist the pain, Eshua would often be distracted by the conversations taking place around him, and all he could distinguish was the Sarion accent and the southern dialect, some of which were somewhat similar to Donovan's, presumably Buckleys, and more he could barely understand, but that was enough to explain the complexity of the team. It's surprising enough to mingle with the Noldor elves who have never been on good terms with humans, not to mention that the female Noldor should still be the employer of the team.

So what does she want me to do? Estheu's fingers slowly slid from his left shoulder to his right rib, the diagonal line that crossed his body was the wound he had "cut" in his mind. The moment Nonoldor pulled the bowstring, the phantom of death flew in front of Essho along with the brilliant brilliance, and then the invisible ripples spread in one direction along with the vibrating bowstring. Estheu was hit and fell. Until now, Esher was saddened by his defeat, and he could only be sure of one thing: the longbow was no ordinary creation, and perhaps he should consult Brochette back in Livingston, for there must be no shortage of scholars at the Royal Academy who knew the Noldor clan well.

So...... Do you want to leave in the night? Eshua straightened up, scanning his surroundings through the dim starlight. He didn't really have much subjective attachment or dependence on the wolf axe, and although it was difficult to get a suitable replacement from the craftsman for the violent and unstoppable weapon—maybe not even if he was close, but Esher was not a reckless man who only knew how to wield an axe, and losing the wolf axe was just a need to change his way of fighting.

Maybe steal a horse as well...... Eshu suddenly jumped sideways in alarm, his eyes swept to the right, and there was a vague figure sitting cross-legged next to the carriage not far away, the runic bow in his hand had been drawn, and when he met Eshu's gaze, he grinned and raised the arrow cluster demonstratively. The faint light from the sigil bow illuminated the other man's face, it was Rietediran, the Noldor Ranger who had fought Eshy by the river.

"Personally, I'd love to let you go, and the look on Rafina Winter's face the next day will certainly be amusing; But at the same time, I don't want to let you go, after all, someone has finally come to suffer the same sin as me, and your expression in the future can be used as a pastime. He gave a wicked smirk, "So you'd better stay still." Relax, don't be nervous, and if Aldalian wants to kill you, your head will roll on the grass on the riverbank in the evening. She obviously thinks you're worth it - at least a good thug, a little more reliable than the rabble on this team. ”

Eshua slowly raised his hands above his head, a distance where he didn't have any room to dodge, but fortunately the other party didn't show obvious murderous intent, so there was room for mediation—provided he cooperated.

"Where are you going?" Essho asked.

"I won't know more about the specifics of the Cato steppe." Ritadilan did not let his guard down, he had personally learned from Esher on the banks of the river, and even Ardarian had to use the Closing Bow to subdue him - this young man was certainly far more than just a "good thug", and it might be more appropriate to describe him as a dangerous beast, whether it was a guard or a drive, and he had to be on guard or drive at all times to avoid being bitten back.

"Oh." Eshua answered, closed his eyes to recuperate, and after a while, he opened his eyes, "How long can you stay in this position?" ”

"Why, don't give up? Want to subdue me to break through? Ritediran sneered, "I can hold this position for about three hours before I get tired, and in thirty minutes, someone will come to pick up my shift." The new guards are all loyal hounds of Aldaryan, not as talkative or magnanimous as I am, but the slightest movement will pin you to the ground with an arrow. ”

Eshua was silent, continued to close his eyes and recuperate, and after a while he simply lay on the ground, curled up, and fell asleep. Ritediran was still just staring at him, and it wasn't until the changing Noldor Ranger came over that he lowered his sigil bow, thrust the arrow back into his quiver, and was about to get up, but his shoulder was caught.

"He's already asleep, so you just keep watching." Noldor Ranger said with a nonchalant expression, "I'm going back to rest." ”

Rietydilan calmly replied, pushing the other man's hand away without a trace, but was shaken off in disgust: "Don't touch me with your bloody hand, banished. ”

"Why, didn't the good baby who grew up in Ellacle have blood on his hands?" Rietediran mocked, "Do you want me to go to the river and fetch a bucket of water to wash your body?" ”

"Wash yourself." The Ranger said disdainfully, "My hands are not stained with the blood of the people, nor are they tainted by the bad smell of the Pande. ”

"Sooner or later." Ritediran sneered, "When you get to the Gatu grassland, you will also get the smell of horse urine." ”

"Listen, Teddilan the Wanderer," Ranger Noldor looked at him condescendingly, "you can be as quick as you go, as long as it gives you a moment of comfort, and I don't care, but only if you don't waste my time." ”

"Then what are you doing here? Go to sleep, I wish you a good dream, maybe your lover will meet you in your dream with someone else's arm—preferably with my face. ”

"Are you challenging the limits of my patience?" The Ranger grabbed Teddylan by the collar and looked angry, "Do you think—" He stopped suddenly.

Essho stood beside the two of them at some point, reaching out at any moment to break their necks. Although there had been a-for-tat altercation before, at this moment Tedillan and the Ranger reacted surprisingly in unison, reaching out to his waist to touch the sword, but Eshu did not stop it, allowing the two sharp long swords to rest on his neck.

"Please be quiet when you change shifts," Estheu stepped back slowly, gesturing to his ear, "I want to rest." He yawned as he spoke.