When Ora realized her inadvertent move, she pulled the nightingale's cry from her quiver. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Under the light of the fire, the chic and exquisite arrowhead of the elf arrow shines with a little light. Aura held it in the palm of his hand, and with his other hand he held the arrow and slowly turned it. The three-edged arrowhead soon flipped over three sides, each with a hollowed-out nightingale, named in Elven names for contemplation, confiding, and flying. Turning again, the pattern enters the cycle of reincarnation - there is no second arrow of the same kind in this world, it is a ringing arrow, a token and a key.

As far back as she can remember, she had only used the arrow three times.

The first time she shot the nightingale's cry, she knew that it was a chirping arrow, an emergency arrow that she had to use because of the situation.

The second time she shot the nightingale's cry, she learned that it was a token of the clan, but she had to rely on this arrow to escape.

The third time she shot the nightingale's cry, she heard that it was actually a key, so she took advantage of the situation to satisfy her curiosity.

Recalling her bond with the Nightingale's Cry, Ora discovers that she has not treated the arrow with reverence since she possessed it. If the Nightingale's Cry could speak, it might have told itself how each of its owners had caressed it over the course of two centuries, seeking an inspiration, perhaps a sign, for how a people should continue.

"Tell me, what should I do?" said Ora looked at the arrow with a pleading gaze.

The nightingale's cry lay silent in her hands, as silent as she was.

"Why don't you have a voice?"

She recalled with dismayed her mother's words that were on the verge of collapse. Then she felt a fire of anger burning in her heart—why did the sound have to come from her throat, or had to be discerned by her ears?

The nightingale's cry reflected the light of the torch as if it were a response, and for a moment, Ola felt like he had received the answer to his prayers.

She retracted the elven arrows into her quiver, then removed the torch from the wall and walked out. Behind her, shadows replaced firelight obscuring Lyric's bloodless face, while the other villagers hiding there looked from the front.

Aura knew that the men were puzzled by their move to take the torches.

"You want to go out, with a torch?" someone asked.

Aura ignored the man's question, and she looked back in the direction where Rireth was. At this moment, there was only quiet darkness behind her, and the curtain that separated the wizard from others was no longer visible. In a trance, Aura seemed to hear a voice torturing herself through the darkness in front of her.

You just believe the wizard's words? He didn't say anything at all, did he? You thought of it all for yourself, you didn't see Drogris's men with your own eyes, nor did you hear with your own ears that he was going to invade the village. Do you know that what you're going to do is going to be thought crazy? And maybe you're wrong.

"yes, what if I'm wrong?" Ola froze.

But she hesitated for only a moment, then turned around and walked forward. Along the way, she realized that more and more people were looking at her with an unusual eye, and she felt that she had never been in the limelight as much as she was today, and it made her feel like she was in the spotlight, and it reminded her of Rillez. She guessed that the elusive wizard must have endured such attention from time to time.

Finally, an elderly villager reached out and grabbed Ora's arm.

"You can't bring the torch with you, you'll be ......"

Aura didn't wait for the man to finish his sentence before slapping her palm open. She walked to the top of the staircase under the bewildered gaze of a group of people.

"If I'm wrong, there's just one more madman, arsonist. If my speculation is correct, then many people may survive the sword of Droglis. Ola thought. Then, she grabbed the torch in her hand and rushed up the steps and out of the house.

"What do you want to do?"

"You forgot about the ballista?"

There was a commotion behind her, and two men ran up after her, asking her what she was thinking and what she was going to do.

Ora shook her head. How could she have forgotten about the ballista, but the current threat probably did not come from the ballista. She couldn't explain the ins and outs of the matter to the villagers in front of her. In fact, even if she could speak, even if the villagers could read the words, they might not understand what she was going to do.

What she had to do was to light a fire on the night, and she was going to drive the villagers out of what they thought was safe. And this fire will also make Silrith aware of the changes in the village. But who would understand such an unbelievable thing?

Aura placed the torch close to the banner hanging on the outer wall of the prison, and a pinch of flame flew up the flag's wool, and the unpleasant smell of burnt fire was blown into the building. The two of them opened their mouths wide at the sight of what she had done, and Ola lit a bundle of firewood that was reclining in the room as they were stunned.

"Oh my God! It's on fire!"

"That girl is crazy, she's setting fires! ”

The once quiet village was boiling, and the people who had taken refuge in the prison carried each other outside, while Ola set fire to the wooden houses at the entrance of the village that had been smashed by stone bullets in front of them. The flames flared up, and the beating light reflected off her and the others' cheeks.

"It should be almost, it's compelling enough. ”

Ora dropped the torch in his hand. She turned her head to look in the direction of the prison, and saw that the fire had become more intense. Her heart suddenly burst out for no reason, so many villagers who had taken refuge failed to extinguish the first fire?

"What have they been trying to do? hesitating whether to stop her, to put out the flames, or to pull their compatriots away from the wall......? What about the wizards? They're going to at least bring him out, right?"

"What the hell are you going to do?"

Someone grabbed Ola's face, an abrupt and unreasonable gesture that confirmed what Diredo had said - what if there was a token of the nightingale's cry?

Ora sighed and looked sideways, turning around to look for Rirez's figure in the crowd.

No, no, no! The people who questioned her, or the people who stayed on the sidelines, none of them had Lirezi by their side, and the prison was already closed by flames, and they couldn't rush into it.

The villagers actually left the wizard in prison, they forgot about him and didn't take him away......

Ola felt her mind go blank, and she felt a wave of absurdity come over her. Lirezi dropped one piece after another to stop Drogris from annexing this place, and what did he do with all his hard work?

"Lirezi is in the innermost room of the underground prison, the walls below this are all bluestone, there should be no fire, and the smoke is floating upwards, he may be fine, I hope he is okay......"

Ola tried to convince herself, and she turned around the crowd and ran towards the entrance of the village.