Isaac stood in the woods, obscured by the shadows of the trees.

He leaned sideways, holding his bow in one hand and hanging it in front of him, and with the other hand he had subconsciously drawn the arrows in the quiver hanging from his waist, and his eyes were habitually staring ahead, but the sight of the sight made him pause in the action of drawing the arrow.

Didn't hit?

Isaac's gaze was fixed on the man who had fallen from his horse, but his eyes were more focused on the tall woman beside him, who was pulling Fang off his horse at the last moment.

Isaac may not know the phrase "capture the thief and capture the king first", but he still understands the meaning of this sentence, so his arrow is not untargeted, and he randomly finds someone to shoot it, but after all-round consideration.

First of all, those who walk on their legs do not need to choose, they are not important people, and secondly, the people sitting in the carriage are probably the important people in this team, but they are all in the carriage and have no vision, so they cannot choose, and in the end, they can only choose those who ride horses. And among those who rode horses, Norman was undoubtedly the most eye-catching, because although the other knights were not very well armoured, they still had armor to wear, but Norman wore a casual dress and rode on the horse so swaggeringly, who did not shoot him?

Isaac was very confident in his archery skills, but what he never expected was that his arrow would miss.

Although Isaac's arrow missed, from the moment he shot the arrow, the battle horn had already sounded.

"Charge!"

Many of the Ulala ghosts rushed out of the woods screaming and rushed towards Norman and their ranks.

At the head of the group was a rough, white-haired bear man, and the others were all orcs of all kinds, with a few savages in between, who looked similar to the men who attacked Norman's party that night. But unlike those aliens that night, this time these aliens were obviously more formal.

Although the white-haired bearman was not wearing any armor, he was dragging a large thick iron rod in his hand. The iron rod was very long, the end was dragged directly to the ground, and as the bearman sprinted, it drew a long trajectory on the ground, and there were many sharp protrusions on the iron rod near the end of the ground.

Although the iron rod is obviously very old, and many of the sharp protrusions on the end of the iron rod are no longer so sharp and are beginning to dull, there is still no need to doubt the lethality of this iron rod - if it is hit by this thing, it is obviously not as simple as opening the flesh.

In addition to the bear-man at the head, several of the other aliens in these attackers were also armed with regular weapons, knives and swords, and even one tiger man carried a very out-of-the-way weapon in his hand, which was a large iron ball connected to a stick with a chain attached to it.

Of course, not all of the attackers had these regular weapons in their hands, and half of the alien attackers still had some simple and primitive homemade weapons in their hands, such as wooden sticks, stones, etc., but on the whole, their armament was much stronger than that of the attackers that night.

Looking at these enemies who suddenly appeared and charged at them, everyone in the team couldn't help but change their faces.

The civilians in the team were already yelling in fright, exaggerating, and even turning around and running away without caring about anything.

In comparison, the fighters are much better.

Although their faces were also very ugly, the experience of the battle told them that running away at this time was suicide, and the only way to survive was to defeat the other party, so they had already taken out their weapons one after another, and their faces were solemn and ready for battle.

These people who have not really been attacked have changed their faces when they see this scene, but the gentleman who has really been attacked is still like a nobody.

Norman watched the arrow light fly over his head, not the slightest shock or fear, but as if nothing had happened, he directly patted his ass and stood up from the ground, and first observed the surrounding environment, as if he didn't know what was going on, and was still on a spring outing just now - well, Norman's actions in observing the environment are indeed no different from before.

Jacob noticed the direction of the arrow, so he was looking over worriedly, and he couldn't help but be stunned when he saw it.

Although this Norman gentleman doesn't seem to have much ability, his mental quality seems to be quite good. Even Jacob's own heart could not help but twitch at this moment, and his face was even more solemn, but this gentleman was still the same as before, as if the arrow just now did not almost kill him, and now these people who rushed towards them were not murderous aliens who wanted to take their lives, but villagers who had come to welcome them.

Jacob was ashamed of his ability to be calm.

It's just that Norman's behavior immediately shows that he doesn't seem to be as calm as he seems on the surface.

"Escort!"

Norman shouted in lingua franca, but his calm expression really didn't match the content of his shout.

Norman shouted at his slaves, but the slaves ignored him - the slaves who had been practicing their martial arts for the past few days and felt that they were going to become great knights had perfectly interpreted what it meant to be a soldier on paper.

They simply forgot that they had practiced peerless martial arts, and in the face of those alien races who suddenly killed and looked very murderous, their first reaction was fear, fear, and then they subconsciously began to flee, like headless flies, no different from those civilians.

The slaves ignored him, but others ignored him.

As soon as Norman finished shouting, an arrow shot out of the jungle in the distance in front of him, shooting towards Norman like a meteor!

With Jacob's eyesight, he was stunned and barely caught the light of the arrow, which showed how fast it was.

Be careful!

Jacob, who was looking at this, wanted to shout like this, but the arrow was so fast that even if Jacob was in Norman's position, he probably couldn't react and couldn't dodge, let alone have time to shout.

He's dead this time.

The thought crossed Jacob's mind at the same time.

This was not only Jacob's heart, but also that of Isaac, the archer in the woods ahead.

After shooting this arrow, Isaac's forehead even sweated profusely, as if this single arrow had consumed a lot of his strength, and at the same time, Isaac's eyes also shone with confidence.

This arrow was different from the one he had just had, in which Isaac had used the powerful secret technique that Teutonic had taught him.

This is already a dead man.

Isaac's confident eyes revealed such a message, but in the next second, his slender eyes suddenly widened, like a pair of copper bells, and his mouth opened slightly unconsciously.

If you look ahead at Isaac, you can see what is happening.

Atramicia, who was standing beside Norman, unhurriedly, took out a thin white stick and lifted it upward, drawing a simple and sharp straight line in the space in front of Norman.

Atramicia's movements didn't seem to be fast at all, so slow that one could see her every movement clearly, but in fact her series of movements were amazingly fast, even faster than the swift thunderbolt of the arrow. That's why her stick hit the arrow just in time for Isaac's arrow to hit Norman.

Not only is she fast, but she is stronger.

As if the power of the arrow did not exist in front of her, she easily used her own force to cancel out all the power contained in the arrow, and then covered the power of the arrow with her own power, changing the direction of the arrow.

"Click"

Under Atrimisia's swing, the arrow trembled violently and flew straight up, but the arrow shaft could not keep up, because under the huge force of these two completely different directions, the arrow shaft, which was not of the highest quality, finally could not bear it and broke directly. And the broken shaft of the second half of the arrow, after a slight turn of direction, passed by Norman's ear, and after a long time it flew out there was no more strength left, and fell directly to the ground, and the arrow that flew towards the sky fell to the ground after a while, and landed on the earth, without making any sound.

Can you still ...... Can it still be broken like this?!

Gerald, who was in the woods in the distance, also saw this scene, and was dumbfounded at the moment, unable to believe his eyes.

For Isaac's arrow just now, he really couldn't think of any other way to crack it except using magic, but that woman just waved her hand and cracked the arrow with the perfect combination of speed, power, and crosshair!

But this is not terrifying, the most terrifying thing is that the woman's face has not changed at all after doing all this, as if it is just a piece of cake for her......

Gerald wouldn't have been so surprised even if Atramithea only showed a little sign of solemnity and difficulty, but Atramithea really didn't have the slightest expression.

Looking at her, this is really just a very simple thing for her, and this is the most terrifying.

So who is that woman? Golden Knight? or is it ...... Grand Knight?!......

It was a pity that Norman did not know what the gentleman was thinking, otherwise he might have kindly told Gerald that Atrimithia was only paralyzed. Even if she has spent all her effort to take this arrow, she will not let others see the slightest clue.

Varus, the bear-man who rushed to the front, also saw this scene, which made his heart chuckle.

The strength, the speed, the crosshairs, the arrow must have been shot by Isaac.

Varus knew Isaac's skills well, so he knew how difficult it would be to get close to the arrow, but the woman was able to defuse it with just a casual wave of her hand......

Varus had a vague feeling that something was wrong, and for a moment wondered if they should slow down and observe for a moment before rushing over, but all that filled his ears now was the same sound.

"Rush!"

"Kill!"

"Ulala!"

......

These aliens were all loud voices, and their excited and fierce shouts filled the entire space nearby, and they also completely washed away the little hesitation in Varus's heart, especially after seeing the reaction of the humans in front of him, the trace of hesitation that Varus had just flashed from his heart was completely nowhere to be found.

Look at those poor guys, most of them are running for their lives in a hurry, and even exposing their backs to them, this is really stupid!

In Varus's opinion, those humans were no different from rabbits, and even rabbits were faster than them.

As for the warriors in the human ranks, although they did not flee for their lives, they obviously did not have confidence in themselves by their pitiful expressions, and he could even see the fear in the eyes of those guys!

A guy who is about to fight is already scared before he starts fighting, does this still need to be fought?

Such a group of guys are simply rubbish.

The only thing that might be a little problematic is the woman, right? After all, even Isaac seems to value that woman, and Varus believes in Isaac's vision.

But even if that woman is a little weird, what about it, even if she's a golden knight?

So what else do you want?

"Kill!"

Varus shouted along, his pace quickening by two points.

The distance between them and the human troops is closer, closer, and the human team is also chaotic, even more chaotic, and those warriors have not yet started fighting, they are rushed by those own people, and they can't even set up a bad formation.

Varus: They were only twenty or thirty meters away from the most advanced warriors in the human army.

With the physique of these aliens, with the stature of Varus, at most seven or eight steps, they could rush into the human team in one fell swoop, and beat those guys to pulp.

The iron rod that Varus had been dragging behind him was raised in front of him at this time, and he held it in both hands, ready to kill.

But he put the rod back on the ground and dragged it again.

"Stop!"

Varus yelled.

When the orcs and barbarians heard this, they tried to stop, but they all rushed too hard, and after several more steps forward, they finally stopped the whole team.

At this time, Varus and the others were only a dozen meters away from Norman and the others, and the people at the front of the two teams could even see the beads of sweat on each other's faces if their eyesight was better.

However, Varus was not interested in looking at the beads of sweat on the faces of the humans, and his gaze went beyond the humans in front of him and into the back of the Normans.

At some point, there were also some people, some alien races of orcs and barbarians.

Looking at Varus's expression, it was clear that those guys who suddenly appeared were the reason why Varus suddenly decided to stop.

Norman, who had been "looking at the scenery", of course saw those people, and he also saw his slaves desperately stopping their flight for their lives, mingling in the crowd, all of them helpless like headless flies.

"Escort!"

Norman yelled at the slaves over there again.

It's not like he's shouting "escort", but like he's shouting "come back, come back."

Norman shouted and waved over with his arms outstretched, smiling like a beckoning cat.

Let you run, you don't have to run now, do you?

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