Nuisa felt like she was dreaming, or rather, from the ambush that had just begun, she felt like she was dreaming. Because it's only in dreams that things get more and more outrageous. Nuisa was acceptable to the killer at the beginning and the massacres that followed, and she could even accept that she died in an assassination attempt planned by an unknown brother. However, when two men and a monster in clothes temporarily freed her from the killer's grasp, she became less sure about what she saw.

In fact, it is no wonder that Nuisa, following the omen brought by the goshawk in the sky, met the destined hero and was protected, which is something that many people are willing to believe in and sing in the ballad. But the word hero, in addition to behavior and motivation, often also has some physical requirements for the person who adapts to it. Neither Lothar nor Batu were raunchy people, as nobles, the Count was very attentive to his appearance when he could, and Batu, as a steppe man, was able to maintain a basic image during his travels. But that's when they have the conditions and the mood. Just experienced the battle of Tianmu, everyone in the team has been hit to varying degrees psychologically and physically, plus Cheese did not bring any supplies when he decided to leave the Shale Department, the group has already spent a lot of energy just to survive, and where is the spare energy to tidy up their appearance?

When he first entered the grassland, Lothar had a strict control over the beard on his face, and there were many nobles who deliberately grew beards in order to highlight their maturity and stability in the blue lion, although he did not have a ceremonial officer who was proficient in this way, but the earl could still handle the beard more properly. However, after nearly starving to death in the underworld, Lothar's mind was entirely focused on worms and related issues, especially after taming Harold IV, who spent several times more time on horses than on himself every day. In this case, whether it is beard or hair, Lothar has gradually developed in an uncontrollable direction, and the long-term relationship with the wild horses has also made his body smell quite unique.

Batu didn't give in to this, after dying once, he not only grew a lot, but also didn't focus on many things as he used to. Even Kailas, the image of the cat goblin, has begun to move closer to the wild route from the beginning of the rather aristocratic style. Fortunately, the observation of the appearance did not make Nuisa think about it for too long, and she soon saw clearly the essence hidden under the scruffy appearance of the two men and a cat, the eerie silence when fighting people.

As the daughter of the wolf lord, she has seen many warriors and many battles, from one-on-one duels to battles where she is not defeated. But among the many warriors I've seen, these Guardians in front of me are still unique. What makes them unique is their quietness. This silence was different from the silence of the silent, and in so many battles she had witnessed, whether it was superiority and disadvantage, cruelty and mercy, the murderer, and the slain, they were all screaming, as if they were trying to prove that they were alive in a battle that could have died at any moment. But these two people are different, they have nothing to prove to anyone, as if, the battle with others does not seem so thrilling to them.

Calmness can reduce the probability of mistakes in battle, and what cannot be reduced is the fact that the battle is deadly. Although Kailas helped to finish off an opponent with a mace, Lothar still had to face three enemies, and now the Count had two paths in front of him, either he risked injury in exchange for a chance like he had knocked over the first opponent, or he continued to seek stability and wait for his moment in the circle. The difference is that the initiative of the former is in the hands of the Count himself, but it is likely that he will not be able to deal with the opponent after these three men due to his injuries. The latter seems safe at first glance, but dragging his stamina into it is still not good for Lothar, and even if he can seize the right moment to win without injury, the physical exertion will also make it difficult for him to walk later.

Neither of these options may seem like a good idea, but don't forget that playing more with less is not in itself able to expect anything to happen in your favor.

"Whew. Using the handle of the tomahawk to smash the blade of the scimitar, Lothar exhaled a little to ease the accelerating heartbeat. Fighting an opponent with a scimitar is unsettling in itself, and the bright blade and sharp tip that seems to tear through the air are the best display of intimidation. Batuu's support hasn't arrived yet, which means he has to solve the immediate problem on his own, okay, let's do it. The Count's hesitation was understood as exhaustion, and his three opponents were immediately confident, although they were still afraid of the monster that had just disappeared into the grass, but they were more willing to believe that the monster was serving one of the two, and that if they were killed, the monster would have no reason to fight.

"Drink!" the sturdy steppe man slammed his mace at Lothar's head, and according to his thoughts, the axe-wielding creature would either block or retreat, and either way, his other two companions would step forward in time to keep him from breathing with a succession of attacks. But as the hammer fell, the imaginary situation did not happen, on the contrary, a third hand appeared on the grip of the mace, and the power from that hand made it impossible for the hammer to continue to fall! Before he could react, a dark shadow flashed from the bottom of the hammer and flipped to his back, followed by the chill on his neck and the sudden blood pouring into his trachea. "Gollum, Gollum..."

The man with the axe could not make such a swift movement, unless he let go of his weapon. Rubbing the blood from the spider-shaped dagger off his clothes, Lothar held the dagger in his hand with his backhand, and without hesitation, rushed towards the enemy who was closer to him, and this was the way he thought of it, just like a mace needed to cooperate, if the restraint of the tomahawk made his attack too easy to guard, then he changed his weapon. Anyway, when he was fighting with people in Heartless Bay, he already knew his mastery of the short blade.

Lothar with a dagger is like a different person, the gap between the heavy weapon used by the swordsmanship of the Greylion Knight and the short knife style from the sailors of Heartless Bay is completely unadaptable, plus the Count relies on chain mail to protect himself, and does not dodge attacks other than the thrust, and before he reaches three moves, his close opponent is bitten in the neck by the thrown spider fangs, and he kneels on the ground to try to fight death. On the other hand, at this time, Lothar was already bare-handed, and the knight, who was half red with blood, sensed the approach of the third enemy, and with a slight lift of his toes, he picked up the scimitar that originally belonged to the opponent, and fought with the last opponent.

On the other hand, the archery duel between Batu and the distant archers also came to an end, and in the final collision, Batu's arrow split the colliding arrow in half in the air, and the arrow pierced the target's chest lightly like a swallow in an incredible gaze. The falconer stood on his feet with triumph, but before he could taste his victory, more enemies began to charge the hillside. Seeing this, Batu subconsciously touched the quiver, but there were very few arrows inside.