Dancing with the wolves, I felt the muscles in my arms grow sore, and it was too much effort to pull the bowstring made of dragon tendons. You must know that when you are in the best condition, you can only shoot twelve arrows with it, let alone maintain this state steadily.

But he didn't dare to relax in the slightest, who knows what would happen if he let the dazzling light fall? The kind of magic that originated from the power of the gods, and it was not unexperienced to dance with wolves, as the leader of the tribe known for "Dancing with Wolves" in the Krens Mountains, this mysterious ability to communicate with animals was given by the gods.

He was already secretly calling out to the wolves who had signed a contract with him, after all, there will always be a moment when the stalemate is broken, and both sides know that there is no second choice but to die or die.

"If it's possible," Danced with the Wolf muttered to himself, staring at the jewel set in the giant bow in his hand, as if remembering some unbearable past, "I really don't want to shoot that arrow..."

As for shaking hands?

Count Carolus had no intention of abandoning those women, and he believed that neither did the leader of the Misty Mountain People, how could these damned barbarians be like wolves, how could they let their prey slip away out of fear.

Moreover, there are only seven people on his side, including himself, who can fight against them, and he is even the only one who can threaten them. But for the sake of those women, this ability is temporarily limited.

What to do?

The Count felt a cold sweat running down his forehead, and the pressure from the huge bow that had been pointing at him was too great, and he had to keep his nerves on his guard, always on guard against the arrow that was about to be fired.

Although he had also thought that once the stalemate was broken, the fate of these women would be miserable, but there was always a difference between them being captured by the Misty Mountain people and dying at the hands of the Misty Mountain people because of themselves.

It is better to say that he is a woman's kindness, or that he is false and righteous.

The Count thought that even if he could get away with it, he would not want to spend the rest of his life with a great sense of guilt. If he dies in battle, he should not leave a stigma on his family and descendants, although it is very likely that it will be covered up by ice and snow and will not be known to the world.

"Whew~!"

A burst of wolf howls rang out suddenly, breaking the rare silence on the battlefield.

Perhaps it was because of the fact that his hand slipped after holding a position for a long time, and a brute was slightly distracted by the wolf howl, and the arrows twisted by his fingers broke free of the bowstring and flew into the air, followed by a rain of arrows that followed and shot towards Ravenston's camp.

"Damn it!"

The Count spat out a mouthful of blood, and as soon as he noticed that the bowstring in his hand trembled slightly, a huge force instantly slammed into the sword he had subconsciously raised, shaking him to the point that he staggered back a few steps, and almost fell to the ground.

The knights hurriedly raised their shields and forced their wives into the belly of their horses, while the rest of the women embraced each other, looking desperately at the darkened sky, where countless arrows were about to fall.

This was somewhat unexpected by the leaders of both sides, and Dances with Wolves had no intention of killing these women, after all, they were precious trophies. Moreover, if the Omenwolf learns that he has managed to defeat the Silverblade Castle and that the loot he has plundered has been killed here, no one will want to understand what he calls "Wolf Fury".

If only I had known which bastard had shot the first arrow!, Dancing with the Wolf, he would have been stripped of his skin and smeared with bee jelly so that he could enjoy the bear's caresses.

As for the Earl, he had thought that the barbarians would spare these women, and that he would lead the knights in a decisive charge, without borrowing the power of the gods, to bloom with his last glory.

And the fact made him feel that he was being played!

"These damned brutes!" the Count spat viciously, the guy called Dances with Wolves was indeed very good at archery, and even if the arrow was blocked by the body of the greatsword, it still broke his own internal organs.

He fell to his knees in grief, stared at the black raindrops in the sky, and prayed once more: "Give me strength, great god Nidaya, I will follow your will and praise you..."

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Although he could no longer threaten those women, the Omenwolf obviously wouldn't let the Count get his wish easily, and in a short split second, three arrows surged out, and the finished font pierced through the Count's armor, and the ensuing force slammed him to the snow.

"Ahem..."

The Count tried to stand up, but the rain of arrows had reached enough height in a parabola to begin to accelerate and fall.

Time was running out, and he ignored the arrows that came out of his body, and once again prayed firmly: "Grant me strength, great god Nidaya, I will follow your will and preach your..."

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Three more arrows broke free from the dragon string!

Only this time they didn't.

When Ye Ming observed that the earl was shot to the ground, not to mention how nervous he was. If the only believer present dies like this, doesn't that mean that he has no part in that gem?

The Count must not die!

Ye Ming shouted in his heart, and he didn't wait for him to take the initiative to build a channel, compared to the consumption of energy, it was obvious that the gem was more important. He simply and unilaterally activated the Count's spiritual imprint and forcibly occupied his body.

"Holy Shield!"

A dazzling holy light descended, feeling the energy transmitted from the body, Ye Ming violently pulled out the remaining arrows in his body, and at the same time raised his right arm high, a thin light curtain instantly gushed out, blocking all the incoming arrow rain - those arrows were directly annihilated into powder by the extraordinary power while penetrating the light curtain, and disappeared in mid-air with the wind.

The terrifying blood hole in the Count's chest was growing and healing at a rate visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, it was back to normal. Obviously, for the use of divine power, Ye Ming is becoming more and more handy.

Like the light curtain called the "Holy Shield", which is one of his latest research results. The principle is to use the plasticity of energy to forcibly expand it from the form of a sphere, and protect yourself or others under this light curtain.

It seems that the effect is not bad, at least there is no problem in distinguishing the attributes of friend and foe, otherwise it will be a lot of fun if you accidentally wipe out these Ravenstonians together.

"Oh my God, the gods are above!"

The women who had escaped the catastrophe finally couldn't help but let out an exclamation, and they looked at the Count with the appearance of holding the sky with one hand, and their eyes were full of admiration and gratitude, and as for whether there was love or not, that emotion must have been hidden deep in their hearts and not revealed.

"Don't worry, I'm here!"

Ye Ming, who was in a good mood, rarely sullen, looked back in a chic manner, and showed a healing smile to these women.

"Whoosh!"

Another arrow broke free of the dragon's string, with a dark blue glow.

The ancient saying that has been passed down through history really has its own uniqueness - don't pretend to be forced, pretend to be forced to be struck by lightning!

Although as a member of the new century, he may not understand the original meaning of this sentence, but now Ye Ming thinks that he has probably experienced that feeling, and in an instant, he who is too confident in the "Holy Shield" light curtain has to swallow the bitter fruit of his brewing.

He was shot through.

To be precise, it was the Count's body that was shot through.

The dark blue arrow broke through the light curtain and pierced his heart with precision, while the energy contained on it was still hindering his divine power to repair this body.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out violently, sprinkling on the snow and condensing into red dots, the tearing pain accompanied by a strong sense of exhaustion invaded Ye Ming's will, he felt that his strength was constantly draining, and he was about to fall down when he staggered. At the same time, under the command of the shaman of the Misty Mountain, another wave of arrows rained down.

"Your Excellency!"

"Lord Earl!"

The women let out a cry of exclamation, and the knights tried to come to their aid.

"Don't come here!" Ye Ming stopped sharply.

He felt that after most of his energy was used to repair his body, the "holy shield" in his hand had become a little disordered. After all, it is not like an energy ball that can burst and injure enemies, and after many simulated experiments in the dark space, it has been learned that the only result of complete chaos is that the sound of "pop" dissipates invisibly. And once it loses its protection, these Livingston women will be unspared by this wave of arrows.

"Lord Earl...!"

Many sensual women were already crying, and large tears rolled down their faces, and the Earl's generous back was so tall in their eyes at the moment, and his burly body was as sharp as a mountain.

And then, Ye Ming felt that the earl's spiritual imprint had become more and more shining, and a dazzling light was gushing out through the blood-stained divine pattern on his chest.

It's energy!

My own conjecture is right!

When believers are fearful and pray to God, what happens if the knights or priests of the temple do it?

The answer is that they can absorb the energy themselves!

This is thanks to the divine pattern burned by Ye Ming, which plays the role of medium and transformation. And the body of the creature itself has the attribute of accommodating, and thanks to the matching characteristics of the body and soul, the energy absorbed by itself will not be rejected by the world like the energy he gives back after removing the divinity, and naturally there is nothing to consume to maintain.

This discovery was really a bit surprising, and Ye Ming felt as if he had lifted another veil over this world, and was able to peek into a trace of its mystery.

But this was obviously not a good time to be happy, after all, this energy belonged to the Count and not his own, and he tried to absorb it only to find that it was completely uncontrollable!

In desperation, Ye Ming could only continue to continuously transmit energy from the body, while maintaining the "Holy Shield" from collapsing, while staring at the old rickety figure in the distance, and the dark blue glow that had been put on the bowstring and was about to shoot out...