The atmosphere was terrifyingly heavy, the air seemed to turn into mercury, and each breath made people a little heavier. Everything was silent, even the chirping of birds and insects was far away, and they felt the storm that followed. The only thing I could hear was my own heartbeat, like a drowning man.

The caravan's two brass swordsman guards joined the other mercenaries in their horn bows, some of whom were not rangers, but they were still capable of throwing a rain of arrows. They are waiting.

They were waiting for the bandits to come and take the initiative, and if the bandits didn't attack again, then they could get out of here - the elephant oxen had already started pulling the cart away.

This group of gentle demonic beasts didn't feel that the injuries on their bodies were very important, they didn't even feel pain, they just walked on their own.

Gloomy teeth grinned and pulled out the long thorn of the Rose, his cloak full of holes, and Sylvia stood beside Gloomy with her hands folded in front of her and her head bowed, like a child who had made a mistake.

Seeing this cute silly girl standing there with this look, she really couldn't teach her a lesson.

"Forget it, anyway, your healing technique is a bit useful, at least it stops the bleeding. He touched the wound on his back and found that it had been burned, but it was no longer bleeding.

With a sigh, he entered a stealth state in full view of everyone and disappeared.

"Heh, I didn't expect this kid to be an assassin, and he hid it quite deeply. Mason was slightly relieved to see that the darkness was gone, and it seemed that his own strength could be increased by a point.

There is no profession more terrifying than an assassin.

Sylvia pulled a number of arrows from the frame. She picked up a horn bow from a dead mercenary, and when she reached out and pulled the bow with an arrow, a bandit screamed and fell out.

If Prince's arrow was luck, then Sylvia's arrow was a real skill.

Blind shooting, high-end ranger skills, only skilled rangers can rely on blind shooting to achieve accurate results.

"Attack!" the blindfolded man standing next to the bed crossbow waved his hand in the secret place in the forest.

Suddenly, countless bandits rushed out of the dense forest!

"Kill!" they howled, and shouted, and screamed, and roared, and if it weren't for their human appearance, the scene before them would have been a riot of wild boars. They are like a pack of wild beasts, like devouring sharks that smell blood, and their actions are disorderly, some are just instinctual.

A fierce rain of arrows shot out of the bullhorn bows in the hands of the mercenaries, instantly hitting more than a dozen bandits, followed by another rain of arrows, and a dozen people...... The bandits don't even need to dodge, they only know three words - rush! rush!

Under such a fierce charge, the two sides soon came into contact head-on.

"Stand in place, ready to take on the enemy!"

The mercenaries threw away their horn bows and drew their weapons, and began to tap their shields to boost morale.

"Boom... Boom... Boom... Knock ......" Driven by the rhythmic sound of the shield, the two sides engage the enemy.

The brass swordsman rushed into the battle group in the first place, and the blood was all over the place, and the heads of men flew up, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. How can a flock be a match for a tiger? Even if it is led by a lion, a flock armed to the teeth cannot defeat a tiger, and the disparity in strength is too great.

Sylvia grabbed an arrow and threw it into the air, and then shot one after the other at a very high speed, and the arrow of the latter arrow almost touched the tail of the previous arrow!

The arrows of the coercion and the horned bow turned into a swarm of black bees, each arrow accurate and unmistakable—all arrows went in from the chin and out from the back of the head.

High-level archery skills: Nine consecutive shots of star chasing!

The Traceless Ranger is absolutely terrifying in this kind of skirmish, and while it is only possible to reach its full strength if it is done alone, any high-ranking Ranger has a set of abilities that quickly rain down arrows.

"Good job, Sylvia!" Mason gave a thumbs up. Unexpectedly, in addition to being hidden in the depths, Sylvia was also extremely reserved. The Traceless Ranger can already dominate this kind of small-scale battlefield.

When Prince saw that Sylvia was so strong, he remembered what she had said in his heart—

"It's a shame for us rangers to not even shoot an arrow accurately, forget it if you don't shoot, but you're still being bullied by birds, won't you fight back? The bow and arrow in your hand is an ornament? I really look down on you......"

A wave of anger burned in Prince's heart, like a volcano!

"I'm not a trash!"

He's crazy, he's crazy, he's angry!

He is unwilling, he is unwilling, he is not convinced!

Why should he be ridiculed by Prince? Is it because of a small mistake?

He draws his bow and shoots arrows, with the eyes of an eagle, with the hands of a snake and with arms like a horse, and he has the courage of a lion, the persistence of a tiger, and the forbearance of a leopard. He carefully searched for a suitable target, sent him an invitation to the god of the underworld, and the cycle repeatedly, like a perpetual motion machine, never tireless.

"Is it the instinct of concentration? It is really powerful, a few words can actually make a person enter the state of concentration instinct. Sylvia took a chance to glance at Prince in her free time from the battle, and took out a small bandit who wanted to get close to her.

Inspired by his anger, Prince enters a rare state called "focus instinct", which is known as the "gospel of the ranger", in which the accuracy of the knight will be increased to a terrible level, even a beginner trainee ranger, when it comes to the "focus instinct", has almost the accuracy of a wind-chasing ranger.

Even if the "Focus Instinct" state ends, it will still be beneficial to the rangers who have experienced it, and they may realize a few powerful archery skills.

"It's a good fortune to have just hit a fortune," Sylvia's tone was full of jealousy and vinegar, "Sylvia wants it too." ”

"Prince is crazy, who is going to wake him up?" Mason was secretly frightened when he saw Prince's crazy appearance, and hurriedly prepared to call him, but unexpectedly, the brass swordsman on the side grabbed him.

"Don't call him, it's just a chance comparable to our swordsman's epiphany," the brass swordsman was obviously well-informed, his eyes full of envy, "At this time, some people will never meet him once in their lives, this is because God is favoring him." Captain Mason, it seems that this young ranger will be your main team member in the future. ”

Mason, who was held by the brass swordsman, listened to his explanation and understood Prince's current state, this is an opportunity comparable to an epiphany, the importance is self-evident, he naturally won't bother Prince, maybe in the future, with Prince, the level of their mercenary group can be mentioned again!