The horse under Aiden's crotch galloped in the dark night, the violent jolting made him a little uncomfortable, and the moonlight was still bright, and he could barely see the familiar back through the reflection of the snow. Before the outbreak www.biquge.info of the war, he was still the man's teacher or a personal soldier. At this moment, the identity became a hunter and a rabbit, at least Aiden himself thought so.

In the hazy moonlight, Aiden quickly drew an arrow and shot it, but the horse's speed made him miss his head, and it wasn't to excuse his misses, he really rarely missed the target.

A figure in the distance burrowed into a small poplar forest, and Aiden followed and rushed in. The forest was small, but it obscured the rare moonlight, and the straight poplar trees were fierce, and the huge rhizomes made Aiden have to slow down slightly. The sound of slashing in the stone forest in the distance could no longer be heard here, a few leaves fell, Aiden dodged sideways sensitively, but the target of the dark arrow was not him, the horse under the crotch suddenly raised its front hooves, Aiden held the bow in his left hand, his right hand was off the reins, he was dismounted from his horse, and fell heavily into the light snow.

The silence around him was terrible, Aiden leaned against a poplar tree, trying his best to minimize his breathing, the war horse neighed not far away, and the arrow in its left eye kept fluttering in pain in the snow.

A beam of moonlight shone through the gap in the leaves, shining on Aiden's arm, which he had almost lost from the fall of the horse just now, but fortunately it did not hurt his muscles and bones, but the pain of muscle tearing made small beads of sweat appear on his forehead.

Another cold arrow came from behind, Aiden had no defense, the standard iron arrow as fast as a hurricane, directly tore his other arm exposed outside the tree, but this just exposed the enemy's location, before the pain came, Aiden pulled out a black arrow from the quiver, and quickly pulled the bow and shot it at the figure in the dark.

He shrank back, trying to hide his body behind the stout poplar tree, wondering if the arrow had hit the enemy, but when the blood dripped from his other arm into the snow, there was no echo in the distance. In response, the forest gave him a deathly silence.

The blood from his arms soaked his cuffs, Aiden could barely hear his own heartbeat, and now that time had become his enemy, if he didn't deal with Philo, the blood would soon make him numb, his mind confused, and even dead.

He slowly untied the heavy mink cloak on his body, and by this time his eyes had completely adjusted to the darkness, he threw the cloak into the air on his right hand, and drew an arrow and rushed out from his left hand.

A figure moved in the darkness, so fast that only an afterimage remained, and the cloak in the air was nailed to the tree pole with the force of powerful arrows. At the same time, Aiden's arrow left the bowstring, and a terrible howl was heard in the distance, Aiden quickly found the next cover, looking for the sound to confirm the enemy's location.

He was panting for breath, he didn't have time to care about the wounds on his arms, he felt dizzy from the violent movements just now, his eyes had begun to darken a little, he didn't feel the pain, compared to death, this injury was insignificant.

After a brief pause, the woods returned to tranquility.

No one dared to move first, and the two archery masters began a psychological game. They're betting on which guy is more unlucky and will fall down from excessive blood loss first. The battle just now was enough for them to understand each other's actual combat archery skills, and the one who moved first would definitely die.

Aiden already felt a chill all over his body, and his arms twitched slightly, but the same method could not succeed again, and the enemy's eyes were also adapted to the darkness, and he had to admit that Philo was an extremely intelligent enemy, at least for now.

Aiden exhaled slightly, then inhaled lightly, trying to make the blood flow a little slower in such a stupid way, but it didn't work, because the numbness had spread from the soles of his feet to his arms, and he didn't have time.

After taking a big breath, Aiden rushed out first, and the standard bow and arrow arrived as promised, hitting him in the lower abdomen impartially, and Aiden quickly twitched an arrow with his calloused fingers.

In the blink of an eye, the opportunity had been missed, the enemy retreated into the trunk cover, a force that had never been seen before filled Aiden's body, he even wondered if he had returned to the light, the Sombra longbow was pulled by him with a nearly broken curve, the sharp arrow swished through the sea of trees, and a howl was heard again in the distance, the arrow shot through the thick aspen and pierced into the back of the enemy.

Aiden leaned against the cover, barely having the strength to swallow his saliva, the numbness had reached the entire skull, and he felt his face go limp, and his brain was in chaos. He told himself, and then he twitched an arrow again, and quickly moved towards the enemy in the distance.

The shadow also rushed out of cover, and Aiden felt an arrow whirling towards him, he turned to dodge, and then turned again and shot the arrow in his hand. At this time, his eyes were blurred, and he could feel that he had hit the enemy, but the black shadow was in high ground, which was undoubtedly the biggest stumbling block for him who had lost too much blood and was almost unconscious, and the speed on his foot gradually slowed down, and another arrow hit his arm, directly through his right arm.

Aiden bit his lip and didn't make a sound. The shadow staggered into a small bush, the dense foliage making the enemy disappear before Aiden's eyes again, and he didn't stop, stumbling towards the enemy, another black arrow shot out, and a disemboweling scream was heard from the bushes.

When he reached the bushes, Philo had already been hit by several arrows, and was lying straight in the snow. Aiden let out a terrible scream as he looked at the defeated enemy, a very narrow beam of moonlight hit the golden hair, his arms hung down at his sides, and the Sombra longbow and the last arrow fell into the snow at the same time.

"Ahem....."

Philo coughed lightly twice, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly, "Damn..... I haven't lost in my life....."

Aiden sneered twice with the last of his strength, "Huh..... Scold..... Really?" he sat down in the snow exhausted, "I forgot to tell you..... Lord Philo, I used to be a mountain ranger..... Should you ..... Duel with me on the snowfield....."

He did not wait for the enemy's answer, those arrows, as if they had deprived Philo of the right to breathe.

Immediately after, Aiden fell, he planted in the snow in an extremely distorted position, numbness replaced all pain, blood still flowing, and his eyelids seemed to be filled with lead water, and they were heavy. He was shocked to find that the snow was not biting, but the opposite was unusually warm, and a familiar figure appeared in front of his blurred eyes, it was his mother, father, or lost brother, and he couldn't see clearly.

A pendant with silver coins on it fell into the snow, and all the things in this chaotic world were temporarily lost from him.