In the gallop www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun" Pavilion, the oncoming whistling wind mixed with the cyan grass clippings wrapped in the smell of earth could not make the knight feel a little comfortable at this moment

The lungs seemed to be like the same old worn-out bellows pulled by an old blacksmith, and every breath was hot with the smell of rusty blood......

Mechanically pulling the bowstring again, the unbearable pain in the fingers and wrists suddenly irritated the already exhausted nerves

The slightly chaotic eyes shone again, and Aldaryan didn't even look at the blood oozing from between his fingers, and once again mounted ten narrow and sharp elven arrows

"Broken!"

Ten emerald green flashes flickered in the air, and in the next instant, they were pinned to the throats of several demonic archers, and even after a long and exhausting battle, Lord Noldor's sharpshoots would make everyone shudder

Ten feathers were pinched out again, and the trembling birth point from his right arm after the severe loss of strength made Aldarian almost unable to grasp the long arrow in his hand

A wry smile flashed imperceptibly at the corner of his mouth, and Aldalian understood that if it weren't for the artifact end bow that was constantly transmitting the power from nature and gentleness to himself, repairing his body and restoring his strength, he was afraid that he would not be able to hold on long before a few rounds of shooting, and the consumption of long-term shooting even exceeded that of the rest of the knights in hand-to-hand combat

Even so, I'm afraid I've reached the limit at this time......

The average human archer on this continent must rest for a long time after no more than 10 rounds of shooting, and if this limit is exceeded, not only can it cause permanent damage, but many will even become disabled

Although the Noldor elves are much more than humans in this regard, since they are not beyond the scope of living beings, they still have to follow the laws of energy, and under the premise of conservation, there will be no inexhaustible power in the world without paying a price......

And life force is one of them......

Most of the remaining tribesmen within Ardarian's sight had exhausted all their physical strength, and perhaps like himself, every shot was now carried out with blood and life

"Come, the Noldos have never bowed their noble heads in front of any racial enemy, not humans, nor demons!"

Possessed and bent over, his bloody right hand clasped tightly on the feathered arrow and holding the bowstring, Ardalian's handsome and incomparable face showed a mad bloodthirsty hideousness

"Open!"

Ten fingers connected to the heart, even if it was as strong as one of the three existing lords of Noldor, you could tell from the convulsive and twisted face of Ardalian how much pain he was enduring it

Crimson blood slid down the slender and transparent bowstrings of the closing bow......

"Stop, are you crazy Aldaryan!!"

Just as Lord Noldor reached for the quiver with his bloody right hand again, an impatient roar came from the mouth of Finn, who was speeding behind him

Before he could finish speaking, the Grand Master of the Punishment Knight once again accelerated past Ardarian's horse's head, and raised his shield sideways, and the sound of "puff puff" was heard in an instant

Glancing at the black arrows that came through the shield, Finn sighed lightly after Anthony, who arrived at the same time, grabbed Aldaryan's arm and grabbed it

"I never thought that a Noldor Elf who had lost his finger could be called the best archer, Ardaryan my friend, I must ask you to remember that anger sometimes brings us strength, but more often it robs us of the most basic judgment, and today you have done enough!"

"Enough?"

Blood-red eyes were fixed on Finn, and his arm subconsciously wanted to be withdrawn from Anthony's palm, and Lord Noldor, who had been struggling for a long time and was already physically exhausted, had to give up his move

He pointed with his left arm, which was clenched in the bow of the curtain, to the Knights of the Dawn who were gradually being protected by the Knights of Punishment, and his hoarse voice rarely carried a little gloom

"Look at Fain in front of you, the lifeless bodies of my people, the wailing horses that hover beside their masters, you tell me enough? No! The hatred of the Noldocrats can only be washed away with the blood and lives of the enemy, even if my finger is broken, I will kill all these filthy demons, kill me, or let go of my hand! ”

Flying an incoming arrow with the edge of his shield again, Finn's face, which had been so calm even in the previous battle, took on an angry expression for the first time, and he dragged Aldalian over his horse with one hand, and roared in his ear

"Let go? Scrub? Look at the disgusting Nadodos or do you think your people have not sacrificed enough today? A hundred? Two hundred? Or are you going to let all these brave warriors today die for your pride and perseverance? ”

The palm of his hand clasped Ardarian's arm like an iron hoop, and Anthony also opened his mouth to persuade

"Fearless sacrifice is a desecration of life, is it possible that if we can return to Pander one day, how are you going to report to the Elven Elders' Council today's events? Believe my friend, you still retain the pride that belongs to Noldor, look at the other side, you have faced enemies far outnumbered yours, but you have persevered until now, and even caused even greater losses to those powerful demon archers, whether it is in Pander or here, you and your people will always be the strongest archers, there is no doubt about that......"

"But ......"

As if seeing that the other party's insistence had wavered, Finn shook his head and pouted in the other direction

"No, but my friend, the army of adults has arrived, we need to trust him as we have always been, and this war is the same, we will not lose!"

After a long time, Aldaryan nodded silently, and looked at Anthony coldly for a while, and after waiting for the other party to let go of his hand, Lord Noldor raised his bow and whistled at the rest of the surviving Knights of Dawn to represent the departure from the battle

Then, Aldarian looked at the figure of the demon leader in the distance, as if he had a heart in his heart, and the other party's gaze swept here at the same time

As if he were unconscious, Gasquel, one of the Twelve Knights of Terror, reached out and ripped a green arrow from his left shoulder, smiling at Ardalian's gaze and slowly slashing his thumb across his neck

Aldarian smiled at this move, licking his scarlet lips, and Lord Noldor took off his helmet and slowly pulled an emerald green arrow from his quiver

His mouth whispered in an obscure tone of a language that only the ancient races could understand

As the chanting came to an end, the Noldor Lord, whose eyes were shining, raised his arrow and pierced through his hard helmet

He raised his head, his eyes narrowed almost into a slit, and his face looked at Gaskell in the distance with joy or sadness, but his peaceful voice echoed throughout the battlefield

"In the name of the elven gods, I, one of the great lords of Ardaliano, hereby make an oath that cannot be violated, that as long as the blood is still flowing, I will sacrifice your life to the souls of my fellow people who died in battle, and if this oath is violated, my long arrow will pierce my skull!"

With that, Ardalian turned his horse's head, looked at Finn and Anthony, who were stunned beside him, and once again showed his usual lazy smile, and after putting away the bow and arrows, he even stretched heavily on the horse's back

"Don't worry, just say hello......"

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