At night, the taverns in the streets and alleys of [Chanda] city are still brightly lit and noisy.

There are more than 100 mercenary taverns in the entire city of [Chanda], and most of the taverns are fed by members of various mercenary teams and bounty hunter organizations, except for some passing merchants, rangers, and explorers.

The leaders of the various mercenary teams usually keep most of the rooms in the tavern they are staying in for a long time, and when they go out to complete their employer's tasks, they will not have a place to stay when they return to the crowded city.

Of course, there are also some large mercenary teams with surplus finances to run a mercenary tavern at their own expense, which not only saves the mercenaries a sum of money that they need to spend on accommodation all year round, but also opens up another way for their team to make a living.

A handsome and tall young man wrapped in a cloak pushed open the door of the tavern in front of him and looked at the brethren in the hall. The boy carried several sharp axes for throwing at his waist, a short-bladed dagger, a leather sheathed scimitar, and a spear in his hand.

"Yo, our noble young master is back. I don't know who teased.

"Alleyne, this way. Resarit, who was sitting in the right corner of the hall, shouted at him.

The boy looked in the direction from which the voice had come, and he saw familiar figures such as the leader of Victor and Aunt Mathilde sitting beside Ressarit. "I'm a mercenary, my name is Ellenn, and I don't have a surname. The boy silently recited this and walked into the tavern.

It was a large, richly decorated tavern, and a huge hanging lamp was blazing in the corners of the walls and ceiling, and the whole tavern was lit up. The surrounding walls are painted with colorful portraits of women, sitting, standing, scratching, breasts, breasts......

The spacious and noisy hall was filled with guests of all kinds of costumes, some in groups of three or five, some alone, among these people were passing merchants, bards from all over the world, mercenaries stationed in the city, or rangers who helped the weak with hoes, and even gangsters and horse thieves......

The inner room to the right of the gate is a small and crowded kitchen, and the stove is filled with various clay pots and small metal utensils, which may have just come out of the pot, and some of the small metal utensils are emitting a tantalizing aroma.

The flames in the stove were blazing, and a tall woman in her thirties was busy running around the large tavern. Seeing the familiar figure coming in, the enthusiastic woman hurriedly freed up to arrange the tableware for the other party and placed the small stool attentively.

Alleyne smiled slightly at the plump and fat-butted proprietress in front of him to show his gratitude. Then place the spear in your hand against the wall.

Before the delicious food was served, the alcoholic Ressarit had already brought a few clay pots of mellow wine. As soon as the wine was served, several mercenaries immediately became active, and everyone took off the swords at their waists one after another, and began to unpack and scoop the wine one by one.

"The proprietress said that this wine is made from rye produced in [Veruga], and that it is rich and mellow," said Ressarit, grinning toothily at his companions, "and it will make every sorrowful person forget his troubles and sorrows." ”

But Victor didn't realize that because of a few glasses of wine, he became more silent and melancholy.

"Head, we've received such a big deal," Ressarit seemed to read Victor's mood, and he scooped a full spoonful of wine into the other's empty glass, and asked puzzledly, "You should be happy, why are you so sad?"

"Nothing, I'm just a little worried. Victor woke up from his musing, smiled and raised his glass again.

"There is nothing to be sorrowful, my sir, for our good days are coming. Mathilde raised his glass to comfort him.

Alleyne found that the treasurer, who was usually depressed and depressed, was unusually unusual, and his joy was overflowing. He couldn't help but ask, "Aunt Mathilde, is there a lot of commission this time?"

"Three thousand dinars. Resarit replied excitedly, "Enough for us to buy this tavern." ”

"And when are we leaving?" asked Ellen then. "Three thousand dinars is a lot of money," he thought to himself, "no wonder Resarit is so happy, this is the largest employment contract he has ever received for the group since he became treasurer." 」

"Three days later. Mathilde blurted out.

"In such a hurry?" Alleyne looked at the other party in surprise, "And what is the mission this time?"

"It's not clear yet, and we won't be able to figure it out until we arrive in the city where the employer is located. ”

"I didn't even understand the specific task, so I agreed to it in such a vague way?" said Alleyne, with a bitter twist on the corner of his mouth, "On the way back, I overheard a conversation with a few passing mercenaries, and they seemed to say that several major mercenary groups led by the city had received employment contracts from the Swadia Kingdom. ”

"The Golden Regiment, the Crow Regiment, and the Snow Leopard Regiment," Victor suddenly interjected, "these mercenary regiments have left Zenda before we returned. ”

Resarit, who was about to make his remarks, saw that the enthusiastic tavern hostess had brought a pot of steaming goulash, and he immediately gave up expressing his thoughts, but shouted loudly: "Forget your unhappiness, friends! ”

When everyone heard him say this, they couldn't help but laugh happily, so everyone stopped talking and bowed their heads and ate silently.

The hall was flanked by two rows of red-lacquered wooden tables with strange carvings, filled with rugged men with bare chests. Everyone was eating, drinking, and making noise.

Another door opened on the wall to the left of the tavern, and inside that door was another, smaller, more ornate little room, where four or five men in red burqas and short swords were drinking in the back room, shouting loudly.

In the crowded and lively tavern hall, a middle-aged man with a weathered face sat alone in the corner, gulping down the shoddy ale, and in his hazy drunken eyes, watching the guests and mercenaries in the tavern chatting happily.

"Hey, you don't know, back then, at the head of the city of [Riwacheze], my brother shot the leader of the Nords with an arrow, that guy named Gangding Haruibresk, you know, my brother is a sharpshooter who wears through the Yang in a hundred steps!"

The small mercenary bragged to the people around him, but the audience booed......

"Little Roman!" said a rough-faced man in a strange manner, "your brother is just a little hired archer, how can he shoot the leader of the Nord devils?

This man's mean retort made everyone laugh at little Roman. But Roman was not convinced, he took out a homemade hardwood bow and an arrow, and shouted, "Big man, why don't we try it?"

"Come on, I'm not an archer," Hank said, "but if you can shoot the garlic head hanging on the opposite wall—"

"What if I shoot?" Before the other party could finish speaking, Roman took over the conversation.

"—then I will admit that your brother is a sharpshooter. The big guy added.

The middle-aged man sitting in the corner seemed to be a little drunk, he put down the glass in his hand, and the thoughts in his mind inadvertently drifted to 1232.

On October 2, 1232, Vigia gathered a large army and sent troops to fight against the Nords without declaring war, and the Vino War officially began. However, no one could have imagined that the mighty Virgian army would be destroyed in the Heilmann Forest.

In the Heilmann Forest outside the harbor giant city of [Wocheze], hundreds of thousands of troops led by the incompetent old king Haveriff of Virgia were ambushed by the Nords, and were killed and abandoned, suffering heavy losses. At that time, it was only the old king and some of his own soldiers who fled the battlefield.

King Vegia, who was defeated by the Nord god of war Hardin Harebrex, led the remnants of his army to retreat to Rivachaze, and Gunding Harebrex also began to launch several attacks on Rivachaze after assembling a large Nord army.

Riva Cheze is an important port city in the north of the Calradia continent. If this is captured, the Nord ships overseas will have another huge military port. This means that the Nords have built a solid logistics base.

And the [Rivacha] is also important to the Virgians, because before the city of Frost [Zhivadine] fell into the hands of the Virgians, this was the capital of the Virgians. Before the battle, both sides invested a lot of manpower and material resources and made full preparations.

......

It was a protracted and tragic siege, and the Nords, who were good at siege, rained down huge stones and canisters with fire oil on the walls, and the whole city trembled......

Then, the siege chariots and hundreds of ladders approached, and the city was fighting frantically, and those strong men wearing iron helmets and wielding huge axes climbed up to the city one after another, bloodthirsty and feverish.

The Vigian guards fought the Nords with their crescent axes, and the archers calmly drew their composite bows and fired wolf arrows through the gaps in the Nords' shields......

The earth-shattering siege lasted for more than a year, and finally, the then wise regent of Veggia, Berlek, led an elite Vigian reinforcement to break through the siege and successfully support the city, which had trembled under the Nord tomahawk for more than a year.

Then, the morale-boosting [Riva Cheze] defenders successfully withstood the momentum of another fierce attack by the Nords. And a poisoned arrow shot from the top of the city seriously injured the god of war who was loved by the Nords for his bravery and wisdom - Okadin Hareblex!

Later, the siege of the city of Riwacheze was lifted in this way......

But who exactly shot the arrow that changed history? No one knows?

And so, the problem begins!

Many, many Vigians began to boast, especially those who had fought in the Battle of Zhiwacheze, that they were the sharpshooters who shot the Nord leader!

For a while, countless archers emerged, but it was difficult to say whether it was true or fake.

Later, a strange atmosphere was formed: any Virgian soldier who did not boast of his record of shooting Gunding was not considered a qualified soldier!

In this battle, the bows and arrows of the Virgians shook the continent of Calradia!

However, there are always people who don't follow the crowd, and the guy sitting in the corner drinking is one.

His name was Hantus, and he was a typical Virginian, tall, tough, with short brown hair and piercing eyes. He also fought to defend his country at the head of that city.

Hantus's mind went back to 15 years ago, when the old king of Veggia, Haverleaf, was rashly declared war on the Nords and was quickly defeated in the Heilmann Forest, causing the Nords to take revenge on the Virgians in a frenzy.

Haverleaf, the mediocre old king of Virgia, the brother of the regent of Bellek, unleashed the stupid Vino War at the most inopportune time with his stupid mind!

At that time, Hantus was just a young man in his early twenties, and his greatest hobby was hunting in the forest, and from the age of ten, he learned a good hand of archery from his grandfather, and his hunting life made him master of archery. On this day, he hunted in the forest, and with great luck, he shot down three pheasants.

Just as Hantus happily ran back to the village, he found a mess......

Every house in the village was on fire, and when Hantus rushed into the village, he found corpses and a mess all over the ground. The Nords once came, they plundered everything of value and killed all the people!

From the pile of corpses, Hantus found his parents and grandparents......

A young man in his early twenties lost all his loved ones overnight.

To be targeted by the cruel Nords means total slaughter!

On that day, he shed all his tears, and then, never again, Hantus joined the army of Virgia and retreated into the city with the army before the Nords surrounded the [Živachet].

Since he was a child, Hantus learned the archery technique of piercing through the sun with one hand, and in the defense of the [Riwa Cheze], he calmly shot at every Nord who approached the city wall, with only calm and serenity in his eyes, and his cold gaze made everyone who approached him feel a chill to the bone!

Hantus gritted his teeth and counted every man he shot, every arrow he used, until the number was settled at 275!

In the Vino War, the fierce Nord warriors met the sharp Vigian marksman and became a nightmare for the Nords!

The 275th was a Nord general wielding a tomahawk in the distance to direct the siege, and Hantus vaguely remembered the appearance of that person, more than two meters tall, with a dark yellow and black beard braided into a whip on his chest, and a neat chain mail, a dark gray cloak embroidered with a jet-black crow embroidered on the cloak!

Hantus saw that the man was standing about three hundred and fifty paces from the wall, which was far beyond the range of all bows and arrows, but Hantus saw that the man's actions and deeds must be a big leader among the Nords.

Hantus drew his bow, knowing that a direct sniper would have no effect, a distance greater than the range of any bow.

But Hantus's grandfather once taught him a method of archery: throwing!

Projectile, also known as parabolic shooting, refers to shooting feathered arrows high, and then killing the enemy with the help of gravity and inertia, much farther than ordinary flat shooting, but because the angle is extremely difficult to grasp and the distance is too long, few people use throwing ** to snipe the enemy. Except for the Super Marksman!

This requires extreme skill and experience, as well as arm strength. But Hantus has it all. In order to ensure that the arrow could be fatal in one blow, Hantuste applied poison to the arrow, a venom extracted from a rare stone material that would make the nervous system of the victim quickly have difficulty breathing.

Hantus used all his strength to draw his bow, adjusted the angle high, and then, the arrow departed!

Then, there was a commotion in the Nord line. After a while, the Nord army began to retreat!

Hantus later heard that the leader of the Nords, Gunding Haribreck, had been shot and wounded by a Virgian marksman!

The Nord god of war, Harding Haruibrex, has experienced countless dangers and strong winds and waves, but he capsized in the gutter, which can't help but make people feel that creation makes people jealous of talents!

Hantus felt like he did it himself, but he didn't bother to debate it with anyone. As for whether the person who was shot by himself was Okada or not, he was not interested.

Hantus listened to the mercenaries in the hotel babble about Gangding's death related to him, and then continued to drink on the roast beef that had been cut into small pieces, until Hantus let out a loud sneer as he listened to the boastful bastards!

This sneer woke up the bragging GIs, who looked at the drunkard with contempt. "That bastard seems to be upset with us!"

A couple of mercenaries came over drunken and said to Hantus, "This friend seems to be very unimpressed with our story!"

Hantus ignored him, and just continued to eat beef and drink, and his movements became more dashing.

This contemptuous gesture annoyed the mercenaries, and one of the bearded men angrily exclaimed, "You arrogant bastard!" and reached out to grab the other man's collar.

However, the unsightly drunkard was far more agile than they had imagined, and his reaction was astonishingly quick, and when the big man's hand was about to touch Hantus's collar, Hantus leaned back, and then kicked the big man far away, smashing a table.

Then, Hantus and the GIs started a scuffle.

Although there were seven or eight men on the other side, Hantus opened his bow left and right, and a pair of iron fists danced vigorously, and a heavy punch smashed into the enemy's face accurately and quickly......

"Do you want to compare bows and arrows, you bastards, do you think you are really capable of shooting the Nord leader Gangding?"

With that, Hantus grabbed his bow and arrows from his side, walked out of the door, tossed an apple high in the light of the moonlight, and then quickly raised the bow and arrow.

With a little glimmer of light, in front of everyone's eyes, the feather arrow accurately slashed across the dark sky with a terrible sound......

Then everyone saw an apple fall on the ground with an arrow stuck in it. Hantus drank and shouted contemptuously, "It's up to you! and you brag about shooting the leader of the Nords?"

The Virgians have never lacked marksmen, and Hantus, who is famous for his bow and arrow skills among the Virgians, can be called the god of arrows!

Then he threw two brass at the tavernkeeper, and with heavy steps, he walked up to his room to the astonishment of the crowd.

"Head, this man is very skilled and skilled in archery," Resarit, who was sitting at the wine table, pointed out, "and our team needs this kind of skilled mercenary to augment our strength." ”

"Is it him?" Victor felt that the other party's face was familiar, and the cold gaze that permeated the chill somewhere.

"Do you know him?" Resarit looked at the distracted leader on the other side with a puzzled expression.