The heroes of the past gathered together, and the powerhouses of the silver rank did not know how many. Although Ahmed's strength is not at the top of the list, his ability to lead a group of mountain hunters means that his archery skills are unmatched.

Ahmed's archery style is very different from El's. El's penchant for sniping at his targets from a distance with his superior eyesight, so he likes to use a powerful longbow. Ahmed's archery skills are closer to the Ranger style, and the short bow he wields is like a thief's dagger, short but full of deadly danger.

Ever since he handed over command to El, Ahmed has been hiding behind the scenes, toiling to run the military affairs of the troops, with little chance of making a move. But that doesn't mean his strength will fade as a result. Although the remnants of Eastalen's army have ostensibly relied on El and Palanti to support the scene, only his own people know that the reason why the two young men are unscrupulous is because of the silent support of Ahmed behind them.

And now, this man has finally shown his fangs again, making everyone deeply understand the power that the silver-rank powerhouse holds.

Ahmed stepped forward and aimed his short bow at the head of the commander of the Confederate Army, Grande, who himself knew nothing about it. His own strength was far less powerful than Delare, who had awakened the demonic bloodline, otherwise he would not have been pushed to the margins. He didn't even feel the faint locking of qi from the opposite side, and he still rode on his horse and danced to command his troops, unguarded.

"Young Master, be careful!" a general's face suddenly changed as he stretched out his arm to block Grande's face, barely blocking a quick arrow that shot straight at him.

"Ah...... Ahhh

"Young master, there is a marksman on the other side! get off your horse and hide!" The loyal general didn't care about the arrow on his arm, and pulled Grande off his horse and stuffed it behind the soldier's array.

"It's a pity...... Ahmed shook his head, and with a slight flick of his left index finger on the bowstring, the general who had been hit by the arrow in the distance suddenly lost his balance and fell off his horse. It turned out that behind the arrow he shot, there was an extremely thin silk thread attached to it, which was almost imperceptible to the naked eye, but the power was very terrifying. Ahmed flicked the silk thread on his index finger, and the quick arrow stuck in the general's arm exploded with a thud, shattering his entire arm. 【Starter】

Seeing his generals lying on the ground holding their hands and wailing, Grande was terrified, and half of his previous dream of robbery was awakened. Although he knew that this team still had the strength to guard, he thought that there were only some remnants left, but he didn't expect that there was such a terrifying marksman hidden.

Even if Grande is not learned and stupid as a pig, he also knows some common sense knowledge, such as in a war, if there is a marksman on one side, even if there is only one person, it will cause strong psychological pressure on the enemy. Even if it is a silver-level powerhouse of the same rank, it is easy to be sniped by a marksman without defense.

Thinking of this, Grande couldn't bear to urinate, but at this time he was already difficult to ride a tiger, so he could only hope for his army. No matter how powerful the marksman's archery skills are, he can't fight the army alone, as long as his army directly crushes over, it makes no sense for that marksman to have two more hands.

Thinking of this, Grande plucked up some courage again. He hid behind his horses and shouted at the advancing troops: "Rush over! Hurry up! Don't be afraid, they're just a rabble! Whoever can be the first to break through the camp, I'll reward him with a hundred ducats! Kill the archer, three hundred ducats!"

Basically, anyone who can achieve the position of commander will definitely have a skill. For the soldiers of the Southern Army under Grande, the most important reason why they can still tolerate this little young master who is not very sober is that this guy likes to give bounties very much, and his reputation in this regard is surprisingly good. Even if he is too poor to pay for prostitution, as long as it is the bounty he promised, he will honor it even if he sells his pants.

Now Grande launched the money offensive as always, and under the stimulus of the huge bounty, his sluggish soldiers suddenly burst into double passion, and rushed up one by one like wild dogs.

"It's not really useless. Seeing the sudden burst of morale of the Southern Army, Ahmed couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He raised his hand and beckoned behind him, and his prepared men immediately stepped forward and placed a whole bundle of arrows in front of Ahmed.

Although he was an archer, he could not see Ahmed's bow and arrows. He hid his short bow in his cloak, and hung an even smaller quiver around his waist, which contained only a dozen small and fast arrows specially made, and the significance of the decoration was far greater than actual combat ability. But on the real battlefield, the arrows used by this captain are counted in "bundles", and as a strong leader with a similar status as the three-headed watchdog, his title in the army is - "Tempest"

Because this title is too literary, Ahmed never recognizes it, so gradually no one calls it that way anymore, but anyone who has seen him make a move will subconsciously agree with this title.

"It's a nice day, so it would have been nice to have a light rain to cool off. Ahmed muttered to himself, kicking the bundle of arrows, which stood upside down and plunged into the ground, and the rope of the bundle snapped, and he leaned down slightly, his hands suddenly blurred.

Tiana, who was standing on the side, couldn't help but squint her eyes, and the white light in her eyes flickered a few times, before she could see Ahmed's movements. I saw that he stretched out his hand and swept over the arrows, and a whole row of arrows was attached to his short bow, and without any time to aim, the bowstring was fired almost the moment it was opened, and then pulled again as it recovered.

For a moment, Ahmed's speed exceeded the limits of what the average human eye could see, so much so that his body was in a blurry afterimage in the eyes of others. Almost in a moment's time, a whole bundle of two hundred arrows was squandered by him, and in its place a dark cloud suddenly appeared in the sky.

The vanguard of the Southern Army was in a state of frenzy, and when they ran forward, they suddenly felt that the sky was dark, and they involuntarily looked up, and only then did they find to horror that there was already a rain of arrows overhead. A rain of arrows equivalent to a volley of fire from the archers' ranks rushed down, and the vanguard of the Southern Army suddenly flipped on their backs.

In fact, at this time, the attacking array of the Southern Army had just reached the range of the archers, and the short bow in Ahmed's hand was not of the highest quality, otherwise it would not have been possible to withstand such a strong shot. By the time Ahmed had regained his strength, his mountain hunters had trained and lined up in an orderly manner, ready for a second round of strikes.

"Rush! Rush! They don't have many archers! Rush and we'll win!" Grande hid behind his mount with his head covered, his neck reddened and roared hoarsely. He now realized that he was probably in a stubble, but at this time he could only rush forward.

In fact, if he turned around and fled now, the Isttalon troops, who lacked mobile strength, might really not be able to catch up, but at this time, Grande was still thinking about the beauty and treasure in front of him, and he was willing to leave. Under this crazy desire, he raised the bounty again with red eyes.

"Warriors of Istalen! Prepare for battle!" The expression on Ahmed's face became serious when he saw the soldiers of the Southern Army forcibly approaching under the constant blows of the archers, suffering heavy casualties but still not collapsing. He stepped on the second bundle of arrows with his foot and ordered his troops to defend themselves.

"My lord, what do I seem to hear?" Timmy suddenly rushed over, exclaiming excitedly, "Listen, it's like the sound of a horn!"

Ahmed's face changed, he lowered his head and listened for a moment, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl slightly.

The soldiers of the Southern Army, stimulated by money, burst out with extraordinary combat effectiveness and quickly approached the defense line of Istalen's troops, and Istalen's warriors had already drawn their weapons, and the two sides were about to draw their swords and meet each other in the next moment. However, at this time, the speed of their actions involuntarily slowed down.

"Woo-" The long, ancient sound of the horn sounded from afar, becoming clearer as time passed. When the soldiers of Isttalon heard this, excited smiles immediately appeared on their faces, while the soldiers of the Southern Army became overwhelmed. In their memory, the penetrating sound of the horn is a unique legend in the north. It's a legend that every child has heard since childhood, and even southerners will never admit it......

That's the sound of a lion's tooth horn!

White smoke rose from the hills, and the knights ran out of the sunshine, the sound of horses' hooves like thunder, and the white translucent light enveloped them, condensing into the shadow of a lion.

Seeing the legendary White Lion Knights descend from the sky, Grande's face was bloody. In desperation, he tried to climb on his horse and flee the battlefield, but his trembling hands could not grasp the reins. In the blink of an eye, the knights' charge had reached him.

"Don't kill me! I surrender! I am the son of Count Kemal......" Grande raised his hands and screamed, but he was answered with a sharp axe.

Grande's head flew high, blood gushing out of his chest. El rode his horse through the rain of blood, and his expression did not waver.

"From now on, whoever dares to be Lao Tzu's way, Lao Tzu will kill whoever he wants!" El glanced at Grande's headless corpse and said to himself with a blank face. (Go read OM) (Jiangsu.com)