Just kidding, it must not have been this guy who shot it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info I've seen Kress use his improved Iron Arm Sniper Crossbow before, and it's just a performance of shooting an apple from 200 meters away, and the person in front of me can actually play an arrow through my hat from 300 meters without hurting me, who believes it?

I struggled hard, and instead of pulling the arrow off, I took off my hat. I thought about it, I didn't want it, I should give it to the mute old man, and I wanted to leave when I raised my feet.

This time, I could see clearly that the man three hundred meters away suddenly raised the bow in his hand, and his bearing was like a mountain bow and arrow, and then, as if in a dream, the arrow arrived in front of me in an instant, and flew past my ears.

I stayed where I was. Just kidding, this is a missed shot, right, he was going to shoot me in the head?

I immediately thought of this possibility, and immediately rolled on the spot and rolled away, but before I could get up, an arrow suddenly appeared and nailed me to my clothes, and pinned me firmly in place.

It was then that I noticed that the second arrow from the opposite side was not only close to my ear, but also firmly nailed to the tail of the previous first arrow.

I replied this time, there is still such archery in the world.

In a few moments, the man crossed the middle three hundred meters and walked in front of me. It was a middle-aged man who looked to be at the peak of his life, with long silver hair, a tight-fitting animal skin armor, and a scimitar at his waist. The most striking thing was the bow in his left hand, which, although no different from the usual Kugit riding bow, had been wrapped around the bow several times to make it look more stable and resolute. In his other hand, he was holding three long arrows with sharp arrows, and he looked at me condescendingly and coldly, and said, "You are not Calf the viper, who are you, and why are you pretending to be him?"

I came to my senses at once, but can I tell who I am? That's a bounty of 500,000 dinars, and I'm afraid that if I tell who I am, it's all the more dangerous.

I gritted my teeth.

The middle-aged man smiled slightly: "Do you think there is anything else in the world that can hide from my Okumar's eyes?"

Okuma, King of the Snowfield?

A thousand thoughts immediately turned in my mind, and then I lay on the ground and arched my hand: "It turned out to be the king of the snowfield, Oguma, who has been admired for a long time! ”

Oguma sneered, "Aren the Betrayer, I've seen him, but it's not what you are. What the hell are you from, and why are you so secretive that you still refuse to say your name?"

I secretly complained, I couldn't imagine that Eren was so famous, even Oguma knew about him. I smiled and said, "Actually, the betrayer Alan is my brother, I am his long-lost brother, my name is Little Ellen, my brother is Big Allen, and I didn't hide it......" But before I finished speaking, Oguma asked calmly, "Are you Emmons?"

I immediately sensed that the early spring in Calradia was actually quite cold.

Oguma said disdainfully: "I thought that Emmons, who had a reward of 500,000 yuan, was such a tough guy, but I didn't expect that it was a guy who hid his head and refused to show his real name, which really disappointed me." ”

At this moment, two thoughts popped up in my mind, one was to confess my identity, and the other was to carry it to the end. But I think that there is no point in carrying it to death, and confessing your identity may be a gamble. If you have the chance, you have to do it. I immediately held my head high and looked at Oguma with a sneer: "That's right, I didn't expect the King of the Snow to know my name, and I, Emmons, am proud." ”

Oguma was obviously a little surprised, but quickly regained his composure: "Are you really Emmons?"

I nodded: "With a reward of 500,000 heads, it is estimated that not many people are willing to admit it." ”

Okumar laughed, and as soon as his smile appeared, I immediately felt as if my heart had fallen to the ground. It's amazing, he obviously didn't say anything.

Oguma smiled and said, "That's like old G's brother." Your choice is very correct, if you refuse to admit your identity just now, maybe I will shoot you with an arrow. What is the need for a man who doesn't even have this responsibility to live in the world?"

My heart was already pounding, but on the surface it was still very calm, and I smiled: "Oguma really lives up to his name, and he deserves to be a legendary masterpiece." "My legs and feet were shaking as I said this.

Oguma smiled and said, "No matter how good I am, I can't compare to you, and I'm famous all over the world overnight." Seeing that your kung fu is not good, and you don't have any power, I really don't know which wronged boss wants to pay 500,000 yuan to buy your head. ”

I gritted my teeth and said, "Whatever it is, I'll let him know sooner or later." ”

Okumaha laughed, threw a gold coin to the family whose gate I had broken, and said, "This village is very small, and all the men in the village have died in the last few years of fighting, and only some old people remain. I guess you can't ask what you want to ask. You're going to Elledeig, it just so happens that Old G asked me to go there too, so you can go with me, and I can take care of you along the way, so that your head doesn't know who is cheaper. ”

I giggled, stepped on my horse, and followed Oguma out of the village.

Of course I didn't see it, the mute old man, who didn't even glance at the gold coin, but just stood quietly in front of the broken door, watching my back as I left. Behind him, many eyes hidden in the shadows watched together in the direction I had left.

"It's a bit cold today. Oguma said.

I looked at the thick leather armor on his body, then at myself, and said strangely, "No, are you wearing less?"

Oguma shook his head and said, "It's not a matter of wearing more or less, every time someone wants to plot against me, I feel cold." ”

I immediately looked behind me, and the road was still covered in ice and dust, and there was no sign of any life.

I said, "Are you nervous? Where is someone trying to plot against you?"

Before I could finish my sentence, Okuma's horse stumbled and fell to the ground. This was followed by the yellow horse under my crotch. I fell so hard that I couldn't get up for a while.

Countless wind-like rustles flew past my ears, and I barely opened my eyes to see countless arrows flying overhead, like autumn leaves.

Immediately afterwards, I saw a man standing up in the rain of arrows, and the moment he stood up, all the arrows seemed to go around him, and even if some arrows flew in front of him, they seemed to hit a transparent wall and fell.

That's Okuma!

He opened the bow in his hand, as easily as if facing a gentle drizzle in a rain of arrows, and let go of his hand with a slight aim.

My gaze followed the direction that Okumar was aiming at, and a white field of snow in the distance suddenly collapsed, and soon blood flowed out, staining the snow red.

Oguma did not stop, and as if gasping for breath, he naturally drew his bow again and released his arrow. Another one fell on the other side.

I've traveled to Calradia for so many years, and I've seen many battles, but I've never seen an archer so easy as Okuma.

Oguma had fired thirteen arrows in a row at the snap of his fingers. The quiver at his waist was half empty, and I saw thirteen pools of blood in the snow on the other side. But the rain of arrows had stopped by this time, and a dozen white figures appeared in the snow, wearing white robes, with white hoods on their heads covering half of their faces, and holding short knives only a foot long in their hands, moving through the snow at great speed.

Okuma's face was a little solemn, because the person on the other side did not flee after seeing his amazing bow skills, but approached with strange speed, trying to drag the battle to the stage of hand-to-hand combat, which showed that the opponent's determination to assassinate was unshakable.

Oguma made a step in front of me, stretched out his hand and pulled out five long arrows from the quiver, and put them side by side on the string, and before he could move, a layer of snow mist was attached to his body, and he loosened the string again, and the five arrows placed side by side on the string flew out misty, and disappeared into the cold snow mist.