At present, a few giant trees at the entrance of the village have become the only barrier in the whole village, but this barrier not only prevents people from outside from entering, but also prevents people from inside from getting out. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"If Drogris really comes......" Ola thought.

"There's only one thing I can do - try to hold the man back before they rush back. ”

She climbed the trunk of a tree, which was one story high, with her hands and feet, so that she could keep abreast of the movements at the entrance of the village. Seeing that her behavior was getting stranger and stranger, several villagers were worried that she would do something more out of the ordinary, so they also followed and stood aside. Then, the men's eyes widened like Ola.

I don't know when, many strange guys came into the village, all of them armed with bows, arrows and knives. The men were also clustered around a middle-aged man wearing a hooded robe with stiff armor on his shoulders and waist.

By the light of the leaping fire, Ola could see that the men were surprised by what had happened in the village, and the man who was surrounded by him was looking at everything in front of him with his gray eyes—like a god about to judge the world.

"Is this Drogris?" Ola guessed, frowning. She had heard a joke that a madman and a god were only a piece of paper.

"Droglis!"

Just then, one of the villagers standing beside Ola screamed. That shouting made the guy in Ola's eyes frown.

Seeing the killing intent flashing in the man's eyes, Ora immediately put an arrow on the bowstring. One of the archers on the other side fired an arrow at the panicked villagers, and she followed closely with her own arrows, and the two arrows bit each other in the air and fell to the ground.

The frightened villagers slipped and fell from the trunk of the tree, and the others hurried backwards with the sound of "Drogris". Just a few seconds later, Ola was the only one left standing on the trunk. All eyes of the enemy were on her, including the man known as Drogris.

"Who are you?" asked Drogris at her.

Ola bit her lower lip and hung her head slightly. She was the last person in the Ricky family, but she had no voice, couldn't even say her name, and could only miss an opportunity to stall for time.

Seeing that Ola did not respond for a long time, Drogris couldn't help but smile contemptuously and raised his arm. This move immediately made Ola tense his nerves. She knew that once this hand was waved, a killing force would sweep through the village. At that time, the Nightingale will be devastated, Hilreth will be questioned by the survivors, and Drogris will be powerless to devour the Nightingale, but he will be able to keep the Sentry Arrows in chaos and division. Then, he can quietly wait for the next opportunity.

"Is it worth it to disregard human life in order to hold power in your hands?"

Ola pursed her lips and placed the Nightingale's Cry on the bowstring.

She had no voice, but the arrow could speak for her, she couldn't make a denial, but the arrow could prove her identity! And the arrow might have given Drogris a little scruples.

A nightingale's cry streaked across the night sky. Several of Drogris's men turned to look at their leader, and the right hand that was raised above the head slowly clenched into a fist and slowly received it to his side. At this moment, Ola saw a trace of unwillingness in Droglis's eyes. From this fleeting look, she knew that she had guessed something—that Drogris could poison her in the shadows, but not in front of everyone, because the foundation of his power was the influence of the Riche family over Sentinel Arrow. It's like a person can't claim to believe in the Creator and tear down God's temple in front of everyone. But this person can fabricate oracles and quietly replace the original doctrine with his own theory. In the end, the temple of the god, though still there, became a symbol of little influence.

"Twenty years later, how much of the influence of the Nightingale's Cry remains?"

Just as Ola was making this conjecture, Drogris turned his head and said a few words to his men, and then the peregrine falcon pressed forward again. Half of them were hesitant to move, while the other half were not affected at all. Obviously, the nightingale's cry is just a meaningless symbol in the hearts of these people.

"Ola Riche is right?" a man beside Zogris suddenly shouted at her.

"Your knowledge of sentry arrows is too one-sided. Get out of the way now, or don't blame us for hurting you. ”

This made Ora frown. She glanced back at the scene behind her. At this moment, the village has fallen into chaos. Villagers who are able to move and carry their immobile compatriots try to stay away from the entrance of the village, but many do not know how to deal with the crisis, and they either blindly follow others or hide in what seems to be hidden but is in fact conspicuous......

Ora wanted to show them that even in the worst and most chaotic situation, they could use the grass and trees in the village as a "laneway" to deal with the enemy, and if they delayed a little longer, Hirres and the others would come to their rescue. But how can she express such complicated words?

A few screams of dysprosium made Ora turn his attention to him. She knew that the voice just now was a warning from the peregrine falcon to herself, and if she didn't know each other, she might not only suffer hardship, but also lose her life. The question is, is she a greedy person who is afraid of death?

If she was afraid of death, she would not have been able to save Akachi from the siege of a group of assassins.

If she was afraid of death, how could she dare to stand alone on the bell tower against the guards?

Aura suddenly remembered her uncle, who had taken care of her for more than a decade, and she thanked that person for allowing her to have a time as a mercenary. At that time, the most she did was a bodyguard, a job that was risking her own safety in order to protect the lives of others.

Ora put the arrow on the string again, and pointed it at the person closest to her, and when he came closer, she stretched her bow full. In this way, she hopes to warn Droglis's men to retreat, but the other party is constantly testing her bottom line. She thought that Drogris was either waiting for her to make a move first, or decided that she didn't dare to do it.

Finally, the guy who was at the front of the line began to climb upwards by feeling the trunk of the tree, he stepped on the bottom line, and Ora's bow was stretched to the extreme.

Then there was a sound of an arrow off the string and a wail, and Ola's arrow struck the man in the shoulder, pushing him off the trunk. After that arrow, Droglis's men were no longer polite, and several arrows were fired towards where Ola was standing.