Flying arrows, not moving. It's an old assumption that Cheese used to talk to his companions about it during his travels to pass the time. Roughly speaking, if you split the process of flying in the air indefinitely, you will eventually find that the arrow stops at every very short moment. So since it is still at every moment, why does it move when these moments are connected? Or is the arrow moving in the air really moving? What do we mean by moving? Of course, now is not the time to think about this kind of question, and Atta would think of this assumption purely because...

Purely because the arrows that grazed her eyes stayed in the same place for too long. Fortunately, the swordswoman quickly realized that it was not she and the arrow that had reached a relative standstill, but simply because the arrow had hit the trunk of a tree beside her. And with the constant running and distraction dodging the dark arrows, she didn't immediately understand it. The sluggishness that comes with this concentration has been both good and bad in combat, but at this moment, it shows its bad side. As she rounded the arrow, another arrow stabbed Atta in the right calf, causing her to stumble and fall to the ground.

Fortunately, her excellent physical fitness allowed her to maintain her balance, and even used this force to hide behind the two closest trees with a series of acrobatic movements. The two large trees standing next to each other provided a temporary haven for Atta, and there weren't many angles from which the Yew Man could shoot her through the gaps. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the female swordsman gritted her teeth and decisively pulled out the arrow on her leg! The pain in her heart made her want to scream, but that innate strength had been tempered by time and made her not do so. At least there is good news, the arrowheads of the Yew people are very rudimentary.

It is rudimentary because the arrows of the yew people are more like crossbow arrows than bows, with no feathers on the tail and no shovel-like arrows on the head to increase the killing area. The tip of their arrows is just sharpened sticks. Of course, this is not to say that the Yew people are inferior in their bow and arrow making skills, if you look closely at the arrows they use, you will find that there are large and small holes in the seemingly smooth wooden tips, and the incisions of these holes are subtly angled to the plane. Inside the holes are already soaked in poisonous juice, and once the arrow stabs the target, the poisonous juice will quickly flow into the target's body and spread along the incisions.

Therefore, the arrows of the yew people are poisonous and concealed, and other functions are consciously abandoned or simplified by them. Otherwise, if the arrow had barbs on it, or if the connection between the shaft and the arrow had been deliberately loosened, Atta would not have been able to pull the arrow out of the wound so easily. But so what? Looking at the purple blood oozing from the wound and the rapidly spreading spots near the wound, Atta knew that pulling out the arrow would not save anything, and the poison on the arrow had already flowed into her blood and flesh. Although it does not affect the action now, it is only a matter of time.

In this case, the female swordsman's mind is surprisingly calm. It was not the first time she had faced the realm of life and death, and she had even experienced death once in the grassland. Fear may not disappear completely with more frequency, but it will certainly be numb. A full-fledged warrior knows how to take advantage of this numbness. Atta's first instinct was Lothar, the Count of Montenegro who was the most skilled, experienced, and combative of all the warriors she had ever seen. She imagined what she would do if she were in such a situation. Should she wait here? or keep moving?

Both options make sense, but first, she must make sure that she can still make a choice, and not be killed by the poison of the arrow. The swordswoman curled up her legs, reached out and pulled the dagger out of her boot, her mouth biting the placket. There will be discoloration on the skin, which means that this toxin will still use blood as a carrier, and I don't know if the whole piece of discolored flesh can be removed at this time to avoid poisoning. This ridiculous idea flashed by, and she didn't know how deep the toxin had penetrated under the skin, and she was afraid that if she removed her flesh on a large scale, she would be killed by poison and hemorrhage.

The dagger was slightly aimed at the wound of the arrow, and the teeth were pressed through the cloth, "Poof!" Atta cut a wider cut in her wound, and that wasn't enough, she shook it slightly to the sides, expanding the lateral width of the wound, and then pulled out the dagger and stabbed it into the skin again at a perpendicular angle to the previous one. Soon, the round wound on the original arrow wound became a cross-shaped shape, and blood flowed out at a faster rate. It was a simple detoxification, and if she was lucky, the heavy bleeding would drain the poison with it, and even if it wasn't completely eliminated, the small amount of toxin that remained would not be lethal.

It's just that this way is to deal with conventional blood-soluble toxins, and no one can say well whether the poison of the yew people will work. It's better to treat a dead horse as a live horse doctor than to do nothing and wait for death. Atta took one last look at the purple-red liquid from the wound, and instead looked away from it, instead propping himself up with his hands and trying to regain his standing position. The injured leg became numb, and the feeling from the part below the knee was quite sparse, hindering normal movement. Sensing this, Atta had to give up her intention to move on, leaning against the tree and holding Frakrag tightly with her right hand.

Although she couldn't see, she couldn't hear, but she could feel that the yew man was approaching her. They won't let go of this opportunity, just kill her and the mission will be done. She wouldn't let these mercenaries do it so easily. Spirituality, intense concentration, sight, hearing, touch, and more all come together into a more comprehensive and complex way of perceiving. The silent woods gradually changed in this perception. The things that hid among the bushes, invisible and silent, took on the form of humans, cautiously approaching her with weapons in their hands.

Suddenly, Atta stepped forward with a sword, and half of the sharp blade of the magic sword disappeared into invisibility. However, it was soon accompanied by a large amount of juice recovery. The howl was not uttered, as Atta was well aware that the sword had pierced the yew man's throat. She couldn't kill him, but the fatal injuries for ordinary people were enough to make him miserable. After winning the first battle, the female swordsman became more confident, and she held the magic sword in front of her, her sky-blue eyes containing the scorching anger of a meteor. Although it is not explained through words, her expression and eyes clearly mean this.

Atta's strength and ability surprised the Yew people. They didn't expect someone to be able to easily see through their disguise in the forest. But even without disguise, the Yews are fierce mercenaries, they can attack squads on the grasslands, and they certainly can. The whistling wind unabashedly struck Atta, who gently raised the blade of his sword, and the sound of the chains colliding with the spine was crisp and deadly. The flail, combined with the strange power of the Yew man, the female swordsman only felt as if her entire right arm was missing. But instead of giving in, she clenched the hilt of her sword and roared loudly.

"Roar!" As if in response to the roar, the second inscription on the Vlakrag's sword, which had been dimmed, quietly lit up, and the Oath Breaker showed another of its abilities. So the chains forged by the hands of the fairies were cut cleanly like mud.