I don't know if heroes get hurt like this, but I have the impression that heroes are always invincible, and even if they are injured, they are basically unaffected, or they only get hurt when they encounter some of the more powerful bosses.

This kind of injury can only be encountered by those little minions, miscellaneous soldiers, and cannon fodder! So...... I'm clearly not a hero......

Dodging was my talent at Ravenhold, so should it be to escape!

When I shook my figure and deceived an arrow that came from nowhere, I hid myself under the eaves of the street and suddenly heard footsteps on the roof. Just then, out of my peripheral vision, I saw three people from the crowd running towards me.

Suddenly, that familiar scene came to mind! I turned around and went down the alley!

The sound of my feet stepping on the tiles above my head reached my ears, and I felt a chill in my back. Sure enough, an arrow shot through my fluttering cloak.

This place is too small, and the end result of going around with them is that I am surrounded by them. The sound of footsteps around me had already told me that I was about to be surrounded. I can't do that much anymore!

I pressed my left shoulder against the wall, grabbed the arrow with my right hand, and I gritted my teeth and pulled it out. There was a tearing sensation in his shoulder. The pain made my hair dizzy.

The sleeve felt slimy and wet. Tried shrugging, but it didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. He took off the bow from his waist. I pressed my back against the wall and raised my bow.

Footsteps overhead were getting closer, coming from the roof behind me. When I heard footsteps coming above me. I flashed out from under the eaves. Although the alley was not wide, the body of the man on the roof was exposed to my vision.

At the last moment, the arrow on my string was shot. It's so close! The man on the roof hadn't reacted yet, and the arrow shot him in the chest. I returned the arrow he had shot at my shoulder.

He rolled off the roof. I drew the sword from my waist and was about to step forward to make up for him, but a figure appeared in the alley in front of me.

After stabbing the man in the chest, I turned around and ran.

My eyes widened, trying to see the intersection of the road ahead and the alleyway.

In my left hand I held the bow, and in my right hand I held the sword diagonally in front of me. There was someone chasing behind me, and I was really worried that another person would suddenly flash in front of me and a sword swept in front of me. I moved my body as fast as I could, against the wall.

Gritted his teeth and rushed out of the alley, fortunately there was no one in ambush at the entrance of the alley. I slammed my sword into the ground. Quickly take out an arrow from the back of your ass and put it on the string, and turn around to be an arrow! Narrow alleys are not suitable for dodging. The guy in the back rushed too hard, and without hesitation, he caught the arrow I shot with his chest.

Pulling out my sword from the ground, I turned and ran back. The guy in the middle of the chest isn't dead yet. I could hear no footsteps around me, and I stepped on his chest. The arrow that sank into my chest was broken by my kick. There was a piercing roar in the man's throat. I have an impression of this hoarse, muffled voice.

I slashed at his neck with a sword, then leaned down and slashed into his mouth with my hand.

As I expected, this guy really doesn't have a tongue! It's them! That's right! The catfish didn't leave at all, and they were indeed involved with the bastards of the Fish Bones Gang.

There are two left! At this time, my mind was racing. Will they be spared or will they both be slaughtered......

No way...... Even if I had the chance to play well for a while, I wouldn't be able to kill them both. I'll have to keep them in case I need them later. At this moment, the notebook suddenly appeared in my mind.

Hanging the bow back on my waist, I swung my sword to separate the catfish's head and body on the ground. Flipping the cloak behind him, wrapping his head inside. Holding this thing in my arms, I climbed onto the roof.

The remaining two guys seemed to want to go around the perimeter of the house to entrap me. But now that these two have been solved, I don't have so many worries. I crept around to the other side of the pier and burrowed into the surrounding bushes.

As I forced myself to steady my breathing, I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder and my head was a little dizzy.

I began to slowly retreat and find my way back to the city. As I walked, I thought in my heart that if I couldn't keep it up, the guinea pig gang would face a catastrophe tonight. It doesn't matter that much now, at least Lawrence is out of town with Ralph now.

Lordaeron's walls are so high that it's impossible to climb into them from the outside. I could only wait for dawn outside the city. By the time it was dawn, I saw that my left arm was stained red with blood. That's a terrible thing.

Money can make ghosts grind, and if you spend enough money, you can get people to bring me into the city.

The first thing I did when I entered the city was to find the lone wolf.

When the lone wolf saw me covered in blood, he was taken aback. And when I put the head on his desk, he frowned.

"I found them." I say.

The lone wolf looked at me suspiciously.

"You'll need to get a doctor to bandage me first." I said.

Abel was not in the house. I can guess where this guy is going. Now the lone wolf is the only one in the house, and now he is the only one who can help me bandage my wounds. The arrows that shot into my body didn't really hurt my lungs, but it seemed to bleed too much.

The lone wolf bandaged his wounds while listening to my story. Of course, I didn't tell him about the fact that I had helped the guinea pigs to grab the docks, but I said that I had been lurking near the fish shop, and when I suddenly spotted them, I tracked them all the way out of the city. Unfortunately, he met the gang Fire and Gang at the dock outside the city. I took the opportunity to sneak up and kill two. When I examined their bodies, it turned out to be the damn silent ones I was looking for.

The lone wolf listened quietly and did not speak, when I finished the story. He said lightly, "Then it's time for us to visit the leader of the Fishbones Gang." ”

I said, "And what about those two catfish outside the city?" ”

"Find their leader. Those two catfish can't run. ”

"I've been chasing them for a long time, and I don't know what they did to Ralph, whether they imprisoned him or ...... What about turning him into a corpse in the sewers? I said worriedly and looked at the lone wolf.

The lone wolf's face didn't change much, he only looked at me. "Let's hope he's okay."

Abel was speechless for a long time when he saw me on the table with my mouth wide open and covered in blood. I glanced at him and didn't bother to talk to him.

I don't know how my face looks now, whether it's still red or pale and bloodless. Lone Wolf and Able and the two guys I'd never seen before had packed up their handy, and Lone Wolf turned his head to look at me. "You can rest at home." He said.

"I don't want to stay in this unfortunate house." I said in disgust.

"You seem to have found a warm place to stay." The lone wolf watched as he plunged a dagger into his boot.

"I don't think it's warm, at least it's a place where I can sleep at night." I stood up and walked up to him. "I didn't like Ralph before, though. But I still hope to get him back. If...... Then avenge him in my place. I said, looking into the eyes of the lone wolf.

A cold glint flashed in the lone wolf's eyes. "Yes."

Walking along the way to the mosque, I felt a little lighter. It's not over yet. But I am satisfied with what has just been said.

When I appeared before Uther, he cried out in surprise. Tulayan's eyes widened in surprise.

Uther kept chattering, and Tulayan kept asking questions. I looked at the two people in front of me, and suddenly I felt an indescribable sense of intimacy.

I don't know how I fell asleep, but I felt like I slept soundly and seemed to have a sweet dream.

When I woke up again. Uther was still sitting at the head of the bed flipping through his book.

"I'm hungry, brother." I called him softly.

"It seems that you are not lightly injured, and you have slept all day." Uther got up and helped me up.

"I seem to have had a beautiful dream." I say.

"Haha, yes! But this is the first time I've seen you sleep with a smile on your face. Uther said to me with a smile.

"You're even peeking at me sleeping." I pursed my lips and looked at him with disdain.

He brought a plate of bread and a jar of jam in front of me. "I'll give you hot milk." So saying, he walked out.

"No thanks." I stopped him. "Uther......" I looked into his eyes, looking at his still pure face. Do you still believe me? I said to her suddenly.

There was not the slightest difference on his face, and he was still smiling at me. "Of course."

The next morning, for the first time, I got up earlier than Uther and rushed inside the church. After I lit the candle on the altar, I saw Bishop Fao standing at the door of the church, smiling at me.

Watching Uther and Tulayan follow Bishop Fao's prayers in prayer, I also really tried to pray to the Light for the first time. At this moment, I felt that my heart was filled with an inexplicable joy.

It was the first time that I had sat down with the two of them to have breakfast so calmly after the morning class. Tulayan looked at me a little inexplicably, and I claimed that if he looked at me like that again, I would burst his eyes.

After breakfast, I quietly left the church. But when I got back to that unlucky house. The house was empty. The unlucky guy's head was still on the table, and I was so upset when I saw him with his mouth wide open at me.

The four of them don't seem to have come back since they went out yesterday. I can only pray that they will be well.

As I was checking the attic and preparing to go downstairs, I heard footsteps coming from downstairs. It looks like they're back.

But when I went down to the second floor, I saw a stranger standing at the table, and behind him there were three unkind guys who didn't look kind. I saw the man at the table turn his head to stare at me, and one hand pressed on the head.

Judging from the look in the man's eyes, he must not have gone to the wrong door.