The elven archers are famous, and in addition to their great talent for bows and arrows, their craftsmanship in making bows and arrows should not be underestimated. Even the longbow used by the most ordinary elven warrior far surpassed the works of the so-called well-known craftsmen of other races, and even rivaled the average level of magical longbows.

As an ancient traditional ritual of the elves, the bows and arrows that the elves can provide are certainly not of ordinary level, but are the best things among the elves. When five longbows of different shapes, one of the hallmarks of the elven bows, were placed side by side on the pine table, even the deep-minded, moody Sun Singer could not help but have a hint of pride on his face.

These longbows are indeed the pride of the elves, the most famous of which belonged to the legendary elven hero Thranduil Demon Slayer, who once ended the life of the notorious demon lord with three arrows, and the elven bow with a small golden sun emblem on the back of the bow was "sounding the death knell of the dragon" During the Battle of the Evergreen Tower, the arrows fired from this elven bow pierced the scales of a sturdy dragon worthy of magical armor and pierced the belly of the dragon king of the fire diamonds, Dariga, but it failed to save his master's life under the breath of the angry dragon king.

The owners of the other three longbows, while not as famous as these two legendary heroes, are just as capable of telling a series of wonderful stories. The Sun Chanter told the story behind each elven longbow in his solemn and low tone, and for a moment there was silence all around, as if even the breeze in the forest was paying sincere homage to the ancient elven heroes.

"This is the weapon that the Elven Court provided to the two contestants. When he finished speaking, a sneer appeared on the face of the Sun Chanter, and there was obvious arrogance in his tone. "Your Excellency Lord Regent of the Human Kingdom, according to the rules of the Rite of Peace, it is now your turn to provide weapons. However, if you are unable to come up with a decent bow and arrow, the Elven Court will generously lend five more longbows to ensure that the first round of the Peace Gift contest will go smoothly. ”

The Sun Chanter's pretended gesture of courtesy was really offensive, but Levi politely thanked him for his "kindness" in lending weapons. "Lord Sunsinger, you're so kind. Levi's tone was a mixture of sincerity and sarcasm, "The history of Arthur's kingdom is indeed too short compared to the elven kingdom, so we really can't bring out so many old antiques, but the contest of the Gift of Peace obviously doesn't include this, I think it will be enough for us to come up with five good quality bows and arrows." ”

"That's great. The Sun Singer smiled as if he was putting up with a naughty child, and a hint of disgust quickly swept over his eyes. "Your Excellency Lord Regent of the Human Kingdom, then I will wait and see what you can come up with. ”

Levi then instructed the knights of the guard to take out their bows and arrows and place them on another pine table. The bows differ greatly from the elven bows, the back of the bow is made of forged steel, with no ornamentation on it, only a non-slip spiral carved on it, and the bowstring is also made of steel wire, which weighs more than twenty kilograms, and even the weaker ones have a hard time lifting it.

Compared to the elven longbows, which were so slender that they looked like fine works of art, these steel longbows were large and ugly, thick and clumsy, almost like the difference between a beautiful elven woman and a rough orc man. Many of the High Elf nobles showed disdain when they saw it, and some even couldn't help but laugh.

The Sunsinger's expression was at first mixed with disdain and mockery, but it soon became more solemn, and he walked to the pine table amid laughter, and stood side by side with the secret archer Larry Moon Bow, who was carefully observing the longbows, and his fingers brushed lightly over the back of the steel longbow.

"It's ...... A longbow made of pure steel?" said the Sun Chanter, half asking, half muttering to himself, "such a thing...... How much force does it take to pull away, and how far does it go?"

There was no smile on the face of the archer Larry Moon Bow from the beginning, and when he heard the Sun Chancher's inquiry, the leading marksman among the elves took a steel longbow and tried to fire it a few times, the movement steady as if the steel longbow's incredible weight was not there.

"Singer, it takes about 100 kilograms of pulling force when you are half-bowed, and it is estimated that the direct range is between 170 meters and 220 meters, and the range of a full bow is ...... I'm afraid it can reach more than 400 meters!" said Larry Moon Bow in an affirmative tone.

"400 meters!" the Sun Chanter's face showed an unconcealable shock, "Isn't that even longer than the range of our Marksman troops? Even if they are equipped with the best quality elven longbows, the direct range is only about 300 meters, and at a distance of 350 meters, it is difficult to pose a threat even to unarmored targets." ”

"Theoretically, yes. Larry Moon Bow shook his head and put the steel longbow back on the table, "But I doubt how many archers can have more than 200 kilograms of strength?"

"There are a lot of knights with fighting strength among the human race, at least not less than the Marksman troops of the Moon Whispering Forest. The Sunsinger's brows were still furrowed, and his gaze continued to rest on the steel longbows, and the look in his eyes could be described as hateful. "Larry, Moon Bow, this contest ...... You have to win. The Sun Singer said abruptly.

"Of course, I'll do my best. Larry Moon Bow replied in a firm tone, "I promise in the glory of a marksman, Singer, that I will never let personal feelings affect the performance of bow and arrow skills. ”

"I fully believe in your glory as the premier marksman of the Moon Whispering Forest," the Sun Singer said in an accentuated tone as he grabbed the Archer by the shoulders with his hand, "But what you need in this competition is not to do your best, but to win!"

Larry Moonbow felt the unusual weight coming from his shoulders and couldn't help but raise his eyes in surprise. "Singer?" he whispered, "that opponent's bow and arrow skills are quite good, and the average elven marksman is probably no match for him." I can only promise to do my best to show my best, but the final outcome will be left to the goddess of the red moon, who is in charge of fate. ”

"That's not good, victory, only victory can stop the ambition of mankind!" "The voice of the Sun Singer was sharp and hurtful, and every word was like a whip swung out, "Although the Silver Pegasus Knights and the War Dancer Team are both elite troops, they can't have any upper hand compared to the Heavy Knights of the Human Kingdom. Only the Marksman Force is our strongest trump card, the trump card that intimidates the human nations from daring to cross the thunder pool! If we lose in the field we are good at, Larry Moon Bow, you should know what that means!"

The last sentence shook Larry Moonbow, but the Sun Chanter was not able to continue, as the silver bell rang softly and the horn sounded, indicating that the first round of the Gift of Peace contest was about to begin. Seeing countless eyes coming from all directions, the Sun Chanter hesitated, let go of the secret archer's shoulder, and stepped aside with a heavy face.

Larry Moonbow gathered up and stood quietly beside the pine table, waiting for his opponent to appear. On the surface, the Elven Archer had regained his composure, but the last words of the Sun Singer echoed in his heart.

"If we lose in what we're good at, Larry Moonbow, you should know what that means!"

Will losing the battle of bow and arrow skills really arouse the ambition of the human race to annex the Moonwhisper Forest?Larry Moonbow was a little confused, but he quickly suppressed the idea in his heart. "In any case, only calmness can lead to victory in this contest. Elven archer told himself.

The sniper archer, Ser Grace Toury, walked into the aspen grove surrounded by several knights of the Human Mission's escort, and took a stand at the other end of the pine table. Larry Moonbow examined his opponent, the human archer looking old and haggard—from an elven aesthetic point of view, even the sixteen-year-old Levi looked a little haggard, and the beard on his upper lip was slightly disheveled, apparently untrimmed. However, his eyes were steady and sharp, the eyes of a true archer, an opponent not to be underestimated, Larry Moon Bow thought quietly, his hands secretly clenched into each other, as if this would increase his strength.

Presiding over the ceremonies of peace was the Elven Grand Elder Saudin Droma, who was known for his longevity, and was said to have seen fifteen hundred more seasons and looked ready to see another fifteen hundred.

The Great Elder had an old face that was extremely rare among the elves, his hands were withered like dry branches, and his body was leaning on the Heavenly Staff that symbolized the status of the elven elven elder, and it was almost impossible to distinguish the difference between the two at a glance. After the ceremony began, he walked to the middle of the poplar forest and prayed to Arala, the goddess of life, Marfa, the goddess of justice, and Marta, the goddess of the red moon, who was in charge of fate, in his unique voice, that they would bear witness to the ritual of peace, and give the righteous side strength and even victory, as they have done for thousands of years.

The Great Elder was supposed to last a full half an hour of prayer, followed by a ceremony in which the elves present chanted in unison, followed by a lot of elven favorite red tape, but Levi had already made a tactful suggestion to complete the ritual as soon as possible. The Jade Dragon King said even more bluntly that if the Peace Rite was all in accordance with the ancient elves' practices, he would go back to the Jade Dragon Cave to take a nap first, and then come to the poplar forest to see the results after lunch.

Many of the High Elves were reluctant to do so, but the Sun Singer and the Grand Elder, who were supposed to be the most upright of all, said that they were acceptable, so all the red tape was simplified, and after only a quarter of an hour, the Elven Grand Elder raised the Staff of Heaven in his hand and announced the official start of the first round of the battle.

According to the rules of the Rite of Peace, both sides can choose between ten longbows, but the kind of steel longbow used by humans requires too much power, and although Larry Moon Bow is not unusable, it always feels very unaccustomed. The Elven Archer thought about it for a moment, and chose the Elven Bow that Hardir the Sun Singer had used, because it was the closest to the longbow he usually used.

The elven archer first gently pulled the bowstring a few times, each time it was half full, and then carefully placed an arrow on the string, raising the bow to aim, while slowly adjusting to familiarize himself with and master the special surname of the longbow.

Sir Grace chose a steel longbow, and to his surprise, he picked up the longbow and did not try to pull it at all, but did not hesitate to mount a longarrow, and then turned around and raised the bow. He moved quickly, barely aiming at the target, and in a low cry of surprise, the bowstring shook like a light thunderbolt, and the long arrow shot straight towards the target deep in the dense forest with a terrible sound of breaking wind.

Different from the archery targets on the ordinary shooting range in the human kingdom, the arrow targets prepared by the elves are actually poplar branches stripped of bark, about one meter long, and the thick details are equivalent to a thumb. According to the habit of the contest between elven marksmen, there are a total of twenty of these arrow targets, which are randomly inserted in the middle of the huge poplar forest.

For example, the dwarven blacksmith master Braibe saw nothing, and when Sir Grace shot an arrow, he immediately screamed. "Oops, the rocks are on top, Sir Grace, can't you hold on a little steady?" the old dwarf's noisy voice was at least a dozen elves, almost duffling the voice of the elven marksman who had run over to report his shooting results.

"Hit the bull's-eye!" the elven marksman's voice was filled with surprise, and he held aloft the poplar branch split in half from the center. "Sir Grace Turly of the Human Kingdom has shot the bull's-eye!"

The crowd of spectators was full of shock, especially the Sun Chanter's performance, "This can't be!" His voice was almost already roaring, "That bow, that bow must have a problem!"

No wonder the Sun Chanter was so surprised, almost all of the elves are excellent archers, so they are no strangers to the use and competition of bows and arrows, the rules of the Rite of Peace require that both sides not use the weapons they are used to, but provide each other with several sets of weapons and equipment to choose from, not only for the sake of fairness, but also an important part of the bow and arrow skills competition.

Because hitting the bull's-eye is already a simple thing for them after reaching the level of a marksman, unless there is an accident such as missing the target, the winner is often decided in other links.

However, even if it is as strong as the secret archer Larry Moon Bow, it will take a short time to get used to it after getting a longbow that has never been used, and if you want to use it handily, like an extension of a limb, it will take days or even months to do it. This not only tests the marksman's ability to quickly grasp unfamiliar bows and arrows, but also increases the chance that they will miss the bull's-eye.

However, the human marksman held the steel longbow and hit the bull's-eye almost without even needing to aim, as if he were holding a weapon that he had used countless times, which of course felt unbelievable.

The expressions of the other elves were no better, and many of the high elves who paid attention to appearance were dumbfounded, until the roar of the Sun Singer suddenly sounded, which made them wake up from their stupor, and a moment later, the voices of protest and doubt rose into the sky like a volcanic eruption.

"It can't be!"

"Cheating, must be cheating!"

"Test that longbow!"

The Sun Singer walked a few steps to the pine table, and was about to reach out to snatch the longbow from Sir Grace's hand, when a figure suddenly took a big step from the side and stood in front of him.

It's the archer Larry Moon Bow.

Sir Grace's arrow also left a look of surprise and disbelief on his face, and it has not faded until now. However, his movements to block the Sun Singer were very firm, and his gaze was as stubborn as hard gravel.

"Singer, this is a contest between me and Sir Grace, and you have overstepped the rules!"

The Sun Singer trembled with anger and stared viciously at the Archer Larry Moon Bow, but before he could be furious, the Elven Queen's voice sounded from behind.

"Singer, calm down!" the Elven Queen frowned and stopped him in a soft tone, "Those weapons have been fully tested by the Grand Elder and several Druid Masters, and there are no magic weapons among them, what do you think can be wrong with that longbow?" or are you going to question the results of the Great Elder's identification?"

"No, it's not...... Sun Chanter suddenly came to his senses, and beads of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead, "It's my statement that is wrong, Your Majesty, I beg your pardon, I mean, that human can use the longbow so skillfully, it must have been prepared in advance, yes, it must be so!"

The Elven Queen's gaze turned to the Griffin Lord, carefully examining the young man's facial expression, "Your Excellency Lord Regent of the Human Kingdom, although the question raised by the Sun Singer is somewhat unreasonable, I think many of you present have some in their hearts. Her voice was as soft as the finest silk, but her words were aggressive, "Could you please answer this question for us? Is it because the human marksman is too good, or is it for some other reason?"

(To be continued)