The tail arrow made of white gull feathers disappeared from sight as the rough fingers loosened it, and the sound of the bowstring tightening echoed in the ears, followed by a sudden scream.

Ten meters away from the gray stone where the archers were hiding, a blonde man with hurried footsteps was hit by an arrow in his chest at this moment, and he trembled all over, and his body that subconsciously rushed forward was also weakly thrown to the ground.

It seemed like a fatal move, but instead of letting up, the archer pulled out an arrow stuck there from the dry ground behind him again with his backhand and expertly placed it on the bow.

The young brown-haired archers were drenched in the sun's light, sweat rolling from the edge of the iron half-helmet on his head to the bridge of his nose, and with a slight tingling, the bowstring that had been pulled up quickly loosened.

The brief cracking sound was followed by a dull thud of metal pouring into the flesh, and the blonde man, who was slumped on the ground with his face on the ground, convulsed all over his body after being shot again, and then completely ceased.

The young archer then glanced at the seemingly silent village at the end of his sight, and when he saw no one else coming, he put down his bow, stood up and walked over to the dead body, and dragged him by the legs.

The chain mail on his body rubbed against his movements, and the bruised scars on the bridge of his nose continued to transmit bursts of intense pain, and when he finally dragged the body behind the stone, the sweat seemed to have completely submerged his entire body.

He casually released the dead man's ankles, let his feet fall on the stone and twist and deform, and laboriously took off the iron half-helmet on his head, and at the same time grabbed the wet soft cloth hat under the iron helmet and threw it on the stone, but accidentally let the tail of the hat scrape lightly across the bridge of his nose, and the severe pain hit, Lan Li couldn't help but bared his teeth.

He glanced at the dusty clearing behind him where the dead bodies were placed.

The red-haired boy, the black-haired old man, and the guy who looked like a blacksmith with short pale blonde hair. Blood spilled from the wounds of each of the three corpses, eventually converging beneath them to form a puddle of dark red liquid.

……

It was the afternoon of the eighth day that Lan Li entered here.

I remember correctly, today was his first killing, but I don't know if it was the memory of archery skills that gave him the corresponding change in mentality, or if he was born with such a personality, although he watched the lively beings turn into puddles of dead flesh through his own hands, but he didn't feel disgusted or anything else abnormal because of it.

Lan Li inexplicably felt absurd.

"I wonder if I'll be as ugly as them when I die?"

The stinging pain on the bridge of his nose made him can't help but look at the black-haired old man with wide eyes and staring blankly.

Although he had a "mission", when he first faced this old man with silver and white hair, Lan Li did not kill him, but shot an arrow into the other party's calf, thinking that it would be good to stop this person from acting normally.

However, the cruelty of the war and the consequences of this soft-hearted relenting heart made him feel uneasy.

When he put down his bow and arrow and reprimanded, the other party directly touched an axe pinned to his waist and threw it at him, and Lan Li was completely caught off guard.

If it weren't for the iron helmet on his head to block the attack, he would have been struck by an axe by now.

It's just that the helmet blocked the blade of the axe, but the nose guard on the helmet was deflated because of the iron axe with huge strength, which directly caused the bridge of his nose to be bruised at the moment, and it seemed to have broken the phase.

"Thankfully, it's not my real body."

Muttering, Lan Li looked up at the sky and saw that it was already dusk - they had arrived at noon, but the flooded man had not yet come out of the village.

This made him can't help but think about it, but it didn't stop Lan Li from putting back on the helmet and tattered cloth hat that he had left aside after a short rest.

There were sixteen arrows in his quiver, but now eleven were left unstained with blood, and three Oak Island villagers died at his hands.

And he is now waiting for the fourth.

It was only when the fourth figure really appeared in sight that Lan Li hesitated again.

It was a young woman hurrying in her arms with a baby in her arms, with her long brown hair dishevelled and her light blue button-down skirt covered with gray and white patches, and now she was hurrying with her head down, looking up from time to time.

It's a pity that she never saw the person who should really be noticed.

A jet-black arrow flickered in the twilight light, snorting into the dusty ground in front of the woman, causing her to let out a subconscious scream, and then she saw the bow-wielding boy emerging from behind the stone, and now the one with a short bow squinting and aiming.

"Stop, take one step further, and I'll be—" The boy opened his mouth in warning, but the other man screamed in horror, then hugged the child tightly and turned to run, ignoring what he was saying.

This made Lan Li a little dumbfounded for a while.

"You're the stupidest woman I've ever met."

Muttering, Lan Li's bow and arrow kept aiming at the other man's back, his fingers clenching and tightening, but he never let go, until the woman ran out of range and into the village.

Lan Li sighed when he saw this, and then put down the bow in his hand.

Just as he wondered if he should run away before the villagers came out to kill him, a group of people suddenly appeared at the entrance of the village at the end of his sight, each holding an iron pickaxe, sickle or even a wooden stick, and marched violently along the road in front of the village under the leadership of a tall and variegated figure.

One of the balding old men happened to meet the woman who was running back, so he grabbed her and dragged her into the procession.

They didn't go to Lan Li's side, but walked on the road where the cook Ryan had handled, remembering the words that Drowning had commanded before leaving, Lan Li quickly put away a few arrows stuck in the ground behind him, and then hurried towards the group of people.

"The flooded people gathered a group of villagers? Where are they going? ”

Halfway through, the old drunkard in light chain mail suddenly burst out and trotted after Lan Li.

"Go and fight for the great drowning god." Lan Li didn't have the heart to answer, he thought it was actually nonsense, but this question could only be answered with this kind of nonsense.

Hanging far behind the group, he saw Ryan, the cook, quietly appear in the other direction and follow behind the crowd.

He couldn't figure out what the hell was going on with the drowning man, so he didn't run forward, and the same was true of the old drunkard.

Hurrying all the way until the light of the day is completely converging away,

Then they saw a unique "siege battle".

By the time the silvery moon cast its cool glow on the pine needle-covered ground, the villagers had arrived at the gates of a rock castle that stood majestically on a hill.

The castle had no outer walls, and a raging moat connected the faintly visible coastline not far away, and a group of people blocked by the moat gathered around the flooded people, and there were patrolmen on the walls who reprimanded them to retreat, but no one moved.

The drowning man then blew a grotesque-sounding whimpering horn.

Then he saw that the wooden suspension bridge, which had been suspended from a towering position, suddenly trembled, and then shot down with a bang!

The gates of the castle were then opened.

"This is legendary magic?"

Lan Li was a little stunned in the face of this situation, but the old drunkard next to him reacted quickly, and when he saw the group of villagers rushing into the castle, he suddenly screamed in remorse, and then ran in the direction of the castle.

"Hurry up, it's too late for us!"