The sudden change made everyone stunned. There were whispers in the originally silent execution ground, www.biquge.info Pen Fun Pavilion, and everyone seemed to be talking about one word—the cry of the nightingale. The arrow hadn't gone off since it was brought back by Drurgris, and now who made it make a sound? And who is trying to challenge Droglis's "divine right"?

The executioner, who was about to be executed, stopped his movements in confusion, and everyone looked in the direction where the arrow was coming. After a while, there was a hint of loosening in the crowd, and two people walked out, a man and a woman, it was Gretel and Ola, and on their sides and behind them, there were several guards with weapons with hastily expressions, as if they were escorting them to the stage.

"He's walking on his legs, he's been pretending!" Hawk said, pointing at Gretel.

Diredo's eyes widened, his mind blanked as his eyes followed Ola with his head hanging down and his thoughts were in turmoil—Amanda ran to report to Zoglis, Gretel pretended to have a leg injury, she was coerced into leaving the crowd, all of this happened so fast that it wasn't all there was to today! After Gretel, someone tried to assassinate Zoglis, and the group stepped on the trap in her cell......

"Now you know that you can only save them by openly challenging Zogris, right?" Gretel whispered beside Ora.

Then he raised his voice and shouted to the crowd: "There is no justice in the trial of Zoglis, his position is not right, and this girl is the true heir of the Nightingale's Cry, and she demands that all power of Drogris be abolished!"

Gretel's words caused the surroundings to fall silent again. Most of the people fixed their eyes on Ola, and a few looked at Drogris with some embarrassment. This situation made Aura subconsciously purse her lips, only to hear Gretel chuckle twice and say: "Dildedo this kid is really right, there is almost no sound around Drogris, maybe with a little patience, we can wait for the day when the peregrine falcon disintegrates on its own, but I can't wait to see that bastard fall into hell right away." ”

Ola looked sideways at Gretel, who had the impression that the thin-faced Gretel was calm and calm, but the man seemed to be gone, and there was a cloud of anger walking beside her. He forced her to advance and retreat, and could only challenge Drogris head-on!

Ola looked at her archenemy again, Droglis. To her surprise, Drogris, who was standing not far away, actually watched them approach step by step with a calm expression, and he did not look at all like a tyrant who was offended and whose power might not be guaranteed.

As they got closer, Drogris spoke, "I hear the nightingale's cry." ”

These words immediately caused an uproar around them, and Ola was also taken aback. Zogris is admitting her identity in public, which is unconscionable, is he crazy or fearless?

She and Gretel stopped walking in unison, and after a moment, the surroundings fell silent again, and Drogris continued, "But there is one thing I must correct, the power I have exercised comes from the leader of the sentry arrows, not from the wrong way, and now that the position of the leader of the sentry arrows is vacant, and Tharlo did not appoint a successor before she died, even if she can sound the leader's things, she has no right to remove the power that Tharlo has given me!" he said, pointing his hand at Ora.

"Don't forget that there are rules you make!" said Gretel.

Drurglis lowered his arm, shrugged his shoulders and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Yes, I did have a rule that would remove the successor of the leader's thing from me - a duel, then I will ask, will you duel with me, Ola?"

There was silence all around, and Dildedo looked at Ola on the other side, and his heart was beating so fast that he was jumping out of his throat. Finally, Ola walked over to Zogris again. She did as Gretel had told beforehand, and drew an arrow from her quiver behind her back and handed it to Drogris. Drogris stared at the arrow for a moment, then grabbed it and folded it in two, leaving no room for any more turn......

At dawn, Ora was led to a grove of trees. The two men who had sent her here briefly said the rules, threw her the weapon, and retreated behind the log wall and locked the door.

The men had left nothing but three things—a hunting knife no longer than a dagger, a horned bow, and a quiver stuffed with three arrows.

Habitually pinning the knife to her waist, Ora grabbed her bow and looked at the hunting ground where she would face her opponent to the death.

The forest in front of you is overgrown with tall pines and zelkova trees, and there is not a single decent path to be found in the rugged woodland, where the roots are jutting out of the ground. Facing an enemy in a familiar environment in such a place with only three arrows is really not good for the shooter. For a moment, Ola felt like a desperate prey.

"Gotta try to hide. She pursed her lips in thought.

Sure enough, she trotted into the woods. The shaded pine branches soon covered her figure, and she slowed her pace while looking for a more suitable position for a covert ambush, while carefully clearing her footprints.

Eventually, Ola settled on a low slope. She put an arrow in her bow and began to wait for Droglis, who had not yet appeared. To be sure, this kind of wait-and-see ambush was inefficient, passive, and the ground was frozen, but Gretel's warning was still ringing in his ears, he had said that Drogris was an unusually good hunter, he was good at seeing clues, and he was better at luring his prey into the net, but his patience was bad, and her chance was to calm down and brake quietly.

Thinking of this, Ola couldn't help but take a deep breath. She doesn't have many opportunities, and her fate involves the life and death of several companions.

Suddenly, there was a strange rustle in the woods, more muffled than the wind blowing through the branches, lighter than the fluttering of the wings of a bird. Ora's heart beat suddenly, she unconsciously held her breath, and her hands holding the bow trembled slightly from the slight lack of oxygen.

"Is that voice coming from Dragoris?"

"Did he spot himself, creeping closer?"

Ora's mind suddenly contemplated the first encounter with Drogris, when she was too eager to shoot an arrow, and Drogris grabbed her loophole and threw her unconscious with a single punch in the back of the neck, so she had to be still, at least before the arrow left the string, she had to be an emotionless stone.

The strange rustling sound suddenly disappeared, and Ora breathed very slowly, and continued to lie dormant. After a few moments, she heard Drogris talking.

"I know where you are. Drogris shouted at the top of his voice.

Aura frowned, the voice seemed to come from behind, to the side, to the overhead, in short, she couldn't see the figure.

"I said we would have a chance to meet again, but unfortunately, only one of the two of us was destined to live. ”