"Ahh

With the popping sound of arrows entering the flesh, screams were heard from both camps.

The scene was a little chaotic for a while, and the Rangers rode through their horses swiftly, avoiding one obstacle after another, and the compound short bows in their hands also shot deadly arrows from time to time.

The thick and dense trunks of the trees provided good cover for the Misty Mountain people, who gathered from all sides in an attempt to stop the Rangers' breakthrough.

Although these Livingston Rangers are the elite troops guarding the kingdom, and all of them have amazing archery skills, the advantage in numbers of the Misty Mountain is more than enough to make up for the gap in accuracy.

From time to time in the melee, a ranger fell from his horse with an arrow and broke his neck or joint, and those who were lucky enough had to pull out his two-handed sword behind his back for a death fight.

After all, there is no room for friendship in the bad situation, and the only outcome of stopping the horse to rescue is to be shot over by the indiscriminate arrows.

Lance swung his sword and slashed the two Misty Mountain barbarians who tried to block the way, staring viciously at the shaman commanding in the distance, and the green veins on the back of his hand holding the long sword soared.

Although he wanted to rush to the past, reason prevailed over anger, and he galloped towards Ryan Town with hatred.

"Whoosh!"

The Misty Mountain barbarians in that direction fell like mowing grass at the moment, and the sharp arrows fired by the rangers hit them precisely in the throat or heart.

"Ahh

Lance turned his head to look behind him, where a desperate Ranger was slashed by an axe from the Bearclaw Berserker, spurting blood from an artery in his neck more than three meters high.

The brute of the Misty Mountains grinned at him, raised his head in the air, and threw it in the snow in the distance and rolled it a few times.

"Damn bastard!"

Lance gritted his teeth and spat as he swung his sword and flew an incoming arrow, the stinging sensation coming from behind him made him snort.

As the commander of this ranger unit, the key target of the Misty Mountain people, he was unsurprisingly hit by an arrow. Fortunately, the quality of the armor on the body is not bad, and the arrows are not deep into the flesh.

Instead, the mount under the crotch had a few arrow feathers stuck upside down in its buttocks, and let out a long, terrible hiss.

"Phew!"

Lance felt his speed go a little faster!

The cold wind blew across his cheeks like a knife, trees retreated rapidly in his vision, and the frightened horses galloped uncontrollably.

He had no choice but to bow his head helplessly, and try to lean his body as close to the horse's back as possible, so as not to be hung by the sticks that stretched out.

It wasn't until the sound of the fighting behind him faded away that the frantic galloping horse finally slowed down.

Lance controlled it to stop, the surrounding environment was a little unfamiliar, it should have gone off the rails.

He rolled over and dismounted, taking off his gear and bags.

The horse was dying, and with a sharp wheezing of its mouth and nose, it bent its hooves and lay down on the ground.

Lance's expression was a little gloomy, and he silently recited the words of prayer, and slashed with his sword, and the earth was dyed bright red with splashes of blood.

"What should I do...", returning the sword to the sheath, he looked at the conspicuous row of hoof prints on the snow: "I have to get out of here first!"

The crisis was not far away, and a few wolf howls were heard not far away. Lance had no choice but to choose a random direction and quickly leave the area.

"Wrong! Not this way!"

The voice in his ears stunned him.

"It's you!" Lance replied in surprise.

He remembers the voice!

He thinks about where it comes from all the time!

He had asked the castle guards and examined every corner of the room, but it had not been seen since that night, which at one point made Lance think he was hallucinating.

And today, it's here again!

Lance spread out his hands, signaled that he had no malicious intent, and quickly spun around in place.

It was a clearing in the woods, and there were only traces of yourself and your horses on the snow, but the sound came from your ears, like someone leaning over your ear and whispering softly.

This discovery gave Lance the creeps!

"You... You're not human!"

He sat down on the ground with a pale face, supported his body with his hands and took several steps back, and a trace of panic finally appeared on his face, which was not even moved in the face of the attack of the barbarians of the Misty Mountains.

"I'm a god!" Ye Ming replied angrily.

I was about to hang up, thinking that after all, I had been peeping at people for so long, and I kindly showed him the way before I died, but I was scolded, and he said that his mood was not beautiful.

"God....?" Lance was a little surprised.

He had heard the name 'Ereda Oxser', who could harvest power from the death of every sacrifice, and who longed for the day when she would regain her physical form and dominate the land.

Her followers build evil altars for bloody human sacrifice to summon her demonic warriors to their service.

He also knew that the Misty Mountain people believed in 'Virgilvis', which was said to be a bobcat that looked like a snow leopard, but only shamans could see him - who knows?

Anyway, whenever the Barbarians of the Misty Mountains see a bobcat, they will take it as a sign that they can complete a successful raid, and immediately start organizing their actions.

These are gods!

Pandeke is a continent full of temples and beliefs.

"Praise be to you, great deity, I have no intention of offending your majesty, but may I ask what your god name is....?" Lance asked respectfully, even using the honorifics of the nobles.

After all, there is no shortage of good beings among the gods, what if you are lucky enough to meet the 'Ullevit' worshipped by all the Pander rangers?

He is rumored to depict an archer dressed as a Ranger who sometimes joins ranged soldiers in battle, and is also known for appearing as a real bow to help a particularly outstanding archer.

Lance often hears of his rangers swearing in his name.

"I'm your uncle!"

Ye Ming said that he was completely speechless at this stunned man, although he lost some functions after crossing into a ball, but this did not prevent him from using the two-dimensional 'black lines in his head' to describe his feelings at this moment.

"Nidaya?"

Lance didn't seem to have heard of this god in his memory, but who could remember all the complicated names and legends of the gods?

"You..."

"Be careful! someone is coming!" Ye Ming suddenly interrupted.

As long as he is not possessed by Lance, he can adjust the distance and distance of the screen at will, and observe the grass and trees near Lance from a second-person perspective, so he can spot several uninvited guests in the distance at the first time.

"Oops!"

Lance regretted for a moment, confused by the god named 'Nidaye', who was still standing where he was standing and not moving.

"Back!" Ye Ming reminded.

Lance looked reflexively.

Several tall figures ran out of the woods, led by the same bear-claw berserker who had been smiling at him before.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile wryly.

It seems that this guy thinks of himself as a big fish, and he followed the trail so quickly.

Hiss...!

There was a piercing grinding sound between the blade and the scabbard, and Lance slowly pulled out the long sword at his waist, fine beads of sweat slowly appeared on his forehead, and the wound on his back suddenly came with a scorching stinging pain.

"Hahaha! Commander Livingston, you're dead!"

Seeing that his prey was being overtaken, the Bearclaw Berserker laughed triumphantly, and he let out a loud battle cry, raised the sharp two-handed giant axe in his hand, and strode forward directly behind his companions, and pounced on Lance alone like a raging wind!

Clang!!!

Sparks flying!!

Lance held the sword in both hands and blocked the slash head-on, but his whole body was shocked, and a little blood couldn't help but spill between his mouth and nose, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

"Ah!!h

He roared and tried to get to his feet.

The two sides wrestled, and a huge force came from the blade of the axe, resisting Lance's armor, crushing him to one knee and falling to the ground.

"Humph!"

The Bearclaw Berserker snorted, as if expressing his frustration at not being able to split Lance in half with an axe.

He raised his foot and kicked it suddenly, kicking Lance in the chest with a bang, and the latter suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood and flew out, and his body involuntarily rolled several times, scattering a series of blood beads on the snow, feeling like he had been slapped by a giant bear.

Despite the good cushioning of the snow on the ground and the protection of the stomach, the force still shook Lance's internal organs.

"Ahem..."

He spat out a mouthful of blood and forced himself to his feet.

A sharp pain hit his body, and the shaft of the arrow on his back had been broken in the friction with the ground, and the remaining arrows were tightly stuck by the muscles.

"Are you going to die...?"

Lance spat at the blood foam, staring fiercely at the figure that was getting closer and closer. The long sword was thrown on the snow beside it, and the distance that was within reach seemed so far away at this moment.

"The glory of the falcon has not yet been recovered!

With a trembling right hand, he pulled out the necklace buried in his chest, put it to his mouth and kissed it lightly, and the coat of arms of the black falcon on a yellow background was held tightly.

"Die!"

The Bearclaw Berserker was approaching, the Great Axe, still stained with Ranger blood, held aloft, and his companions making a screeching drum noise as if mocking.

"Bang...!"

In the surprised eyes of the Bearclaw Berserker, Lance suddenly knelt down.

"Grant me strength, great god of 'Nidaya', and I will henceforth follow your will, and praise your majesty and greatness..."

When his own strength was not enough to repel a strong enemy, he remembered the rituals recorded in the scriptures, and prayed to the unknown god in a trembling tone.

For that unswerving goal, for the figure in memory, the strong will to survive seems to have power, opening some kind of unknown channel.

Lance shuddered and felt a mysterious power descend...

The joy of being reciprocated made his heart surge, and he couldn't help but recall the first time the two met on that snowy night.