The road to Boulder is a small road that is sandwiched between two mountains. Although it is an official road, it is as small as a sheep intestine trail in the village.

The Ouranos Mountains are the second largest mountain range on the continent, stretching for thousands of miles, and the road to Boulder City passes through it, like an arrow through the heart, dividing the mountain into two parts. From time to time, a unique red-eyed eagle flies over the road, dropping "bombs" from time to time.

"Oh, damn birds. Prince's head was smashed by a puddle of bird droppings falling from the sky, and a foul smell like a toilet bowl wafted out. The crowd ran away with their noses covered - God knows what that bird had eaten before, it stinked so much!

"Oh, Prince, you should clean yourself up. ”

Prince pulled out a horned bow and a pot of white-feathered arrows. The bow was made of buffalo horns, black with a hint of white, as if a few drops of milk had been dripped into the ink, and the white feather arrows were not ordinary colors, they were the best feather arrows specially provided by the Pearl Chamber of Commerce, with fine iron as arrows, arrows and bamboo as rods, and pigeon feathers as feathers, and the quality was excellent, and the price of fifty pieces per pot was two silver coins.

A white-feathered arrow was placed on the bow by Prince, who looked up to the sky and aimed it like a bowler. The sharp arrows were a pale silver color, reflecting the midday sun, shining like a jeweled ring with brilliant facets, and the bow arm was like a noblewoman's hand.

As Prince released his bowstring, with a whoosh, the white-feathered arrow swayed upwards with a whistling whirlwind. Lightning walks together, thunderbolts dance together. This is Thor's punishment for the darling in the sky who flies freely. Faced with severe punishment, the red-eyed eagle hissed, and it flapped its wings desperately. The little guy finally escaped this catastrophe with agility, and the wrath of the thunder god finally fell into the void.

"Bastard, you actually gave it a run. Prince looked at the escaped red-eyed eagle and jumped to his feet in anger.

"Damn bird, don't let me see you again, or I won't let you go!"

"Chirp!" the red-eyed eagles saw their companions being attacked, and one by one they angrily swooped down on Prince and began to throw bombs at him. Black and white mixed with yellow-brown, bird droppings are overwhelming. In such a dense barrage of fire, Prince could not avoid it at all, and in a short time, his head, face, and body, every point of his body was covered with bird droppings, and even trickled down.

"Chirp!" After completing the daily bomb throwing mission, the red-eyed eagles flew away in high spirits, one by one like victorious generals, leaving only the mess and the coral reef that seemed to have been soaked in the bottom of the sea for 10,000 years. The poor swift ranger didn't know how to wash the guano off.

It wasn't until the birds flew away that everyone came out of the dark place where they were hiding, thanks to Prince, everyone was more or less glued to some bird droppings, plus Prince missed a blow, but he was baptized by bird droppings once, even the birds were not as good, everyone couldn't help but sneer at him.

"Prince, you've done a great job!hahahahaha!" one of the mercenaries laughed.

"Giggle...... this was Sylvia's laughter, which she had laughed at because she had thought of some story from Prince.

"How the wicked who try to mutilate living beings are punished by nature" and so on, every elf has heard from the old man, and he can even tell a few of them. When it comes to the worship of nature, the elves have reached a level close to fanaticism, a similar kind of fanaticism that can only be seen in the followers of the Holy See of Light.

Even the usually calm and unsmiling Gmy couldn't help but laugh.

Prince stood there, his shoulders shaking violently, his breathing getting heavier.

"Whew-whew-huh-" is the sound of pulling the bellows.

"Huh-huh-huh-" This is the sound of a flame burning.

"Whew-Whew-Whew-" This is the sound of rage!

"Ah!!!h

His arms were tense, his legs were firm, his face was iron-blue, his blood was boiling, and his eyes were scarlet!

How can he be despised by birds? And a flock of birds!

......

Replace the straw stained with guano for clean - the caravan carries a lot of dried straw, which can be used as a defensive formula, as a shock absorber in the carriage and as a cushion for sleeping. I have to say, this thing is still very useful.

Prince stood there quietly, like a stone statue that had gone through the ages, but what was hidden under the calm was the waves, and the stubborn body carried an unwilling heart.

Like the calm before the storm, for the ferocity that follows.

"It looks like the red-eyed eagles have hit him badly. As a colleague, shouldn't you encourage him well, I'm afraid he won't even pick up the bow again. He gestured to Prince, who was motionless, and turned to Sylvia, who was standing behind him.

"I'm not a mercenary, I'm not a mercenary. Sylvia said.

"When I say peers, I mean that you are all rangers, and you are juniors in front of you. ”

"Don't, unless he washes himself clean. Sylvia covered her nose and shook her head like a birch leaf blown by the north wind, blah, blah, blah......

Elves have cleanliness, elves have a lot of cleanliness, elves have a lot of strange cleanliness.

All in all, it's serious.

"Sylvia, you can't be a good demon hunter with a habit of cleanliness, and this habit will kill you. Do you know how many elves have died in wars because of their cleanliness!Our demons have even developed tactics against elves of cleanliness!" He poked Sylvia's head and said, "Even the demons who don't like to use their brains know how to play tactics, you can think about how many elves have been paid for it...... It's become the habit of the devil. ”

In war, because of their excellent physical fitness, the demons can easily defeat the elven troops with double their own number on the frontal battlefield, and when pursuing, the demons find that as long as they consciously guide, it is easy to force the scattered elven troops to go to a swamp or some other dirty place, even if the place is easy to escape, but the elves will hesitate for a long time whether to go here, so it is easy to kill them.

Sylvia is still very young, and for the rest of her life, it is inevitable that the elves and the demons will go to war again, and she will definitely meet the demons on the battlefield. War is complex, terrifying, and unforgiving. In the pain of a meat grinder, the advantages and disadvantages will be infinitely magnified, and at this time, even if you are only a little stronger than the other party, you will be the one who survives. Sylvia was Dark's only friend, and Dark would rather let those of her kind die than die.

In his heart, friends are more important than compatriots. Others can say that he is selfish, but he still sticks to his ideas.

Gloomy wants to shrink and even eliminate some of Sylvia's weaknesses. He's going to do it.

He had to do it.