Chapter 705

In the evening, Byrne barracks.

The flat land in the middle of the camp has been empty. The Knights of red blood castle and the silver cavalry of Jonah's family form a circle near the open space and form a "steel railing" with big swords and long knives.

The crowded crowd stood behind the "railing", the quiet sunset was silent, and even no one could hear his breath.

Only a pair of shocked or silent eyes stared at the two confrontation figures in the middle of the open space.

The expressionless Loren stood in the middle of the crowd, his dark pupils full of tension.

Because of the influence of "Chivalry", both Byrne and Boye had a very far-reaching "Duel" custom; This ancient tradition can even be traced back to the "blood feud" culture shared by the Bains and boys before the ancient kingdom.

Under the attention of everyone, sacrifice blood with blood to end hatred with hatred; Victory is justice, and the loser bows to his knees.

"The most trusted friend... And the ally who will join hands soon." master asamai, standing behind him, suddenly opened his mouth and looked at Loren meaningfully:

"It's not what you want to see, is it... Duke Loren?"

With a sigh, Loren barely tilted his mouth: "it's not the worst one."

Master asamai's voice was very low and the meaning was unclear: "yes, on the surface, it seems that your friend is risking his life for you. No matter what the result is, your relationship with the Jonah family will become very stiff."

"But if you don't see the end, how do you know that our Lord ain Rand won't surprise you?"

Loren suddenly turned back and looked at each other with his eyebrows: "what are you trying to say?"

"Nothing, I just want to remind you not to rush to a conclusion." ashamei smiled and his eyes twinkled. "An old friend told me that the friendship between Bain and Boyi actually began with a duel."

"He also said that if you want the wolf on the grassland to treat you as a friend... You have to win it with your left hand and hug it with your right hand."

With that, asamai pushed away the crowd in front of him before waiting for Loren to speak, and walked towards the two of them.

"According to the law of the Empire, the duel should be carried out under the supervision of the servants of the Holy Cross; but it's a pity that we won't see any priest until we save Qianzhang city from the Centaur!"

Standing in the middle of the open space, the burly master Halin van ashmai held up the wand that looked like a short handle hammer, and his voice sounded like thunder:

"So today we will follow the common tradition of the ancient Boyi and Bain people: under the witness of the sky, let them pour their blood on the earth to witness their bravery and glory --!"

"Whether the Jonah's Sarika won the final victory, or the Rand's ayin won the favor of the female warrior God... This duel will not have any humiliation and slander, but a contest between friends."

Master asamai's eyes swept around: "let's shout the proverb of Boyi and Bain - entrust our lives to our friends and give victory to our friendship!"

"Entrust your life to your friends, and dedicate your victory to your friendship --!!"

In the wave of cheers, the faces of the two people became serious at the same time, and a pair of sharp wolf eyes were reflected in the bright sapphire.

Sarika had taken off her silver armor and was only wearing short sleeved clothes, trousers and boots close to her neck. The bright golden saber flew up and down her left and right hands, with a "smile" on her mouth.

AI Yin, who stood opposite her, had a straight face and pressed the bow string of the war bow with her right hand.

Her body is still a special "Wizard Leather Armor" when she left eboden, and she carries two short guns about a foot and a half behind her.

"I used to hear people say that loterians are famous for their bow and arrow skills." Sally Ka took the long gun thrown by the people behind her with one hand, stabbed the tip of the gun into the soil under her feet, and looked at Ayn with a grin:

"Is it unfair to you that there are only three arrows at such a close distance?"

"Don't worry." the little wizard closed the corners of his mouth, as if his eyes were brewing a storm, passing through the three arrows inserted on the ground in front of his feet:

"You'd better worry about yourself, miss Sarika... If I shoot away the weapon, you can't get it back according to the duel rules."

Sarika's face remained unchanged, but the smile around her mouth was more ferocious.

The atmosphere became more and more tense. Ayn's right hand kept shaking, and her fingertips had crossed the bow string more than once; Sarika with a "smile" on her mouth widened her eyes and calculated the distance between herself and the little wizard.

Lauren narrowed her eyes, put the caster's left hand behind her and clenched it into a fist.

"I hereby officially announce..."

Master asamai slowly retreated to the edge, just opposite the black haired wizard; He waved the wand in his hand and roared out the last sentence:

"Duel begins --!"

As if the heart had a soul, two people moved at the same time!

In the blink of an eye, Sarika's figure had disappeared from the original place and suddenly flew to her side - she had seen the archery of the small wizard. At such a close distance, she could shoot the saber in her hand with an arrow without everyone's awareness.

Such an arrow... Can't be parried.

"Dang --!"

Take the arrow, press the arrow, open the bow, raise the bow... Don't even use a thousandth of a second. In a moment, Ayn has aimed at Sarika's figure and then shot the arrow.

Under countless eyes, everyone only had time to hear a bow string stretch; Before I could see the shadow, the roaring "black light" had come face to face.

When everyone saw the arrow, it had steadily hit the center of a shield behind Sarika.

Empty?

No... of course not.

The black haired wizard shook his head slowly, and two gray blue patterns appeared under his cheeks - just at that moment, with the help of "beyond perception", he clearly saw that the arrow flew in front of Sarika.

It was not Ayn who shot empty, but she shot empty "on purpose".

The first arrow is a warning... Clearly tell the other party that your action and speed are in my prediction and can't escape.

Sarika, who suddenly stopped, stared at the thin figure opposite, and the cold touch swept through her body.

At that moment, she knew better than everyone what had happened.

The little wizard was on purpose... Otherwise, as long as he was a little "slow", the arrow would not hit the shield, but his own head!

Looking up, she was sweating, and her clenched teeth creaked.

The next second, Sarika, who held the blade against her, no longer dodged and rushed straight towards ayin's petite figure. Her vigorous posture was like a remnant.

The narrow space, less than thirty steps in diameter, was just a blink for her.

The expressionless little wizard also shot a second arrow at this time.

"Poof --!"

The bowstring stretched, and the bright red drew a beautiful arc in mid air!

Although she tried her best to dodge at that moment, the arrow tore a hole in Sarika's left shoulder. Of course, a thin layer of close fitting short clothes can't provide any protection.

But she was also very glad that she didn't wear any "cumbersome" armor - otherwise, with the speed of the other party's arrows, she would never have time to "push off" the arrows shot at her arms with her shoulders.

Yes, the little wizard didn't intend to kill himself at the beginning, but tried his best to make himself surrender and lose his fighting ability.

In this way, if you can't fight the enemy, you have to hand over the silver armor to Duke Bain

What a good abacus!

Even among Boye's top warriors, Sarika has never seen such a powerful marksman... What has the little wizard experienced to train such powerful archery?

Or are all the loterians unique in the world and capable of shooting down goshawks?!

She already knew very well... That she was definitely not the opponent of the little wizard even three steps away; In a moment, the dark arrow can run through your heart.

If you want to win... You can only fight hard!

Gritting her teeth, Sally Ka, who dared not be slighted any more, threw her knife at Ayn.

In the face of the rapidly approaching Sarika and the bright saber, the expressionless ayin still opens and raises her bow

Then she held down the third arrow!