Hearing Riadlin's inquiry, Ola couldn't help but purse her lips. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoShe's not a recruit who has never had blood on her hands, but there's no precedent for an Assassin to target a target. In addition, the battle itself has caused her a lot of trouble.

Why do the two factions of the same clan consume each other so miserably?

Is it true that the admonition is true that madness is the norm for nations, factions, and even an era?

At this moment, Nightingale's newly entered the main force of thirty people on the battlefield had collided with the end of the peregrine falcon's team, and the two warring parties, who were still greeting each other with arrows, had turned to the final stage of catching and killing. For a moment, the sounds of shouting and killing, screaming and the sound of blades clashing were mixed together, and the enemy and the enemy were entangled with each other, and it was difficult to distinguish each other. On the surface, the current battle situation seems to be becoming more and more anxious and chaotic, but in fact, because of Lirizi's fight, the Peregrine Falcon is a definite defeat!

In the middle of the ranks, Ola, who had been ordered to support his compatriots, clearly saw that many of the enemy began to look around, waiting for an opportunity to flee. The shameless villains who clinged to the peregrine falcon and ran to clear the way for Drogris were pushed to the forefront like a gecko's severed tail, and they soon got the fate that traitors deserved. Then, Ola saw a guy in a witch robe quietly retreating to the edge of the battlefield accompanied by several men.

She stared at the wizard for a moment, and suddenly recognized his identity from the wizard's right hand, which was painted with eye lines—the man who had attacked one of their carriages, whose sorcery seemed to be able to nuisance and illusion people from a great distance. That time, she shot an arrow into the palm of his hand, and this time, she really shouldn't have let him go again!

Aura suddenly tugged at Riadlin's sleeve and pointed to him where the wizard was.

"Be careful!" Liadlin reminded her by patting her on the shoulder.

Ora nodded, her gaze locked on the wizard, and then tried to keep the distance between herself and the wizard as she could.

As she had to pass through the chaos of the battlefield, Aura was inevitably noticed by her enemies, but those who noticed her often did not have time to raise their swords and arrows before they were entangled by the opponents of the Nightingale's faction. Without a single arrow, Aura narrowed the distance between herself and the wizard to thirty paces, and then she hung three arrows on the bowstring.

At the moment when she loosened her strings, the bald wizard suddenly turned around as if sensing danger, and for a moment, the wizard's gaze finally met the clear eyes of the hiding.

Ola looked at the man for a moment, time seemed to be frozen in the moment when the two of them met their eyes. She could clearly see the first of the three arrows fly out grazing the wizard's neck, and the two men surrounding him slowly turned back to find her.

A second arrow, destined for the wizard's heart, struck the non-lethal arm, and then staggered the wizard to the ground.

However, the last third arrow is the one that carries fate. The arrow seems to be a recreation of a story told in the tattered Heresy—the rumor that the Hider had eliminated the Thousand-Eyed Demon.

The arrow flew towards the wizard's face, then stabbed into the center of his brow as the wizard looked up. Immediately after, a drop of blood fell beneath the arrow's incursion, and the wizard collapsed, and time returned to normal. At this time, the two people who accompanied the wizard to evacuate the battlefield also stretched out their bows to Ora, who had just escaped the illusion, and before Aura could take out the arrows that he relied on to fight back, he heard two arrows coming through the air, but the person who the two arrows were going to deal with was not her.

As two enemies who were intent on disadvantage fell in front of him, Ola saw a guy standing not far away.

"Cross?" Aura blinked.

"He's back, what about Dilledo?" she glanced around, but there was no one behind the lone one-eyed.

"Could it be that Diredo and Hawk still haven't convinced the Night Stalkers to help, or are they temporarily left behind?"

Unable to speak, Ora could not explain his confusion to Kroos, but Cross rushed to her side and asked her a question.

"Where is he?" asked Cross, with a complicated expression.

Seeing that Ola was slow to react, Cross patiently formulated the problem in more detail.

"Where's Lirizi? I've been to the village, and they say he's out to fight. ”

This time, Ola finally pointed him in the right direction—the dead woods that were almost bloody.

Right now, the first round of confrontation between Nightingale and Peregrine Falcon is coming to an end. The men and horses brought by Riadlin slaughtered the peregrine falcons at a single-digit cost, but the group of people who desperately dragged and stopped the peregrine falcons in the dead woods was a different story. Only half of the nearly sixty-strong team was alive at the moment, and the thick smell of blood mixed with the rancid smell of mud made the companions who rushed over to join them involuntarily slow down.

It is true that even if this patchwork team sacrifices a little more, it will not bring any damage to the nightingale's combat effectiveness, but is the value of life calculated in this way? Is human life a pawn to be exchanged with the enemy?

The bleakness of the dead woods also suffocated Kross. Now, he finally understands why the calm state of mind has been beaten by frost again?

Lirizzi is probably playing with his opponent, he is the kind of guy who will not hesitate to use himself and others as chips in order to achieve a certain goal.

"Damn it, winning is more important than life?" Kross cursed.

The bald woods, full of puddles and mud, made it impossible for him to run fast, and he looked around again and again, but he couldn't find the figure in the witch robe.

"Lirizi—" Cross finally shouted. He didn't believe that a calculating fellow would put himself to death. Maybe Rireth was just somewhere else, and then he got sick again, and then a spirit nicknamed Broken Star Arrow would cure him?

"Here!" Suddenly, a woman responded, sounding like Cyrith.

Cross's brow furrowed, and he hurried in the direction from which the voice came, and when Cross leaned into his ears to find Lirizi, he couldn't believe his eyes—the little wizard who was temporarily leaning on Syris had his eyes closed, his teeth clenched, his body and hair covered in mud, as if he had been buried alive and had just been dug out of the mire. He didn't wear his own witch robe, only a tattered and thin garment, no wonder he couldn't find him no matter how much he looked for it.