Legendary Mage

Varian turned over the night saber, he took a deep breath, and suddenly felt that his net worth should be totally dependent on the animal with a streamlined body under him. He felt very funny.

But this is the reality. Even if he has a choice, he can't make that choice. Otherwise, what should Sandris do? What about my own people?

The host over there had announced that the ceremony could be carried out immediately. Varian looked at the killer behind, and then shook the reins without any recklessness. Nightsaber rushed out like black lightning.

Varian could feel the wind roaring around him, and he knew how much Sandries loved herself. This Nightsaber is faster than any Nightsaber they have ridden before.

In a blink of an eye, he rushed out about four or five hundred yards, but the chaser behind was a lazy look.

They exchanged eye contact with each other, and all expressed disdain, because from the perspective of Varian's riding, he was really not worth mentioning.

Between him and Nightsaber, they didn't see anything coordinated, and that speed was entirely due to Nightsaber.

"This waste, after all, can only be achieved by relying on foreign objects." A male night elf chaser said with a smile.

"Okay, although he is a waste, but Sandris' Night Jaguar is famous here, don't take it lightly. He's about 1,000 yards away," said another night elf.

Sure enough, Varian had reached the line of a thousand yards. Beyond this first line, he entered his death area. Waiting beyond the line of eight thousand yards was the area where he could survive.

"Okay, let's see who can kill his life with one arrow!" the chaser yelled, and he drove the crowed Nightsaber together.

Looking at the nine hunters again, their night sabers formed a coordinated body with them, as if they had a night elf upper body on them, and they ran out smoothly.

Soon, the distance between the nine hunters and Varian was less than seven hundred yards. One of the night elves shouted, "Why, you need to get closer to shoot the arrow? Look at me!"

With that, I saw that the night elf took off his longbow, pulled a green arrow feather from the quiver behind, and put it on the string. It was useless to aim, so he fired the arrow feather out.

This series of movements probably took less than a second, and the green arrow feathers tore through the air, with a scream, and shot at Varian's back.

After all, Varian is also a warrior close to the great swordsman, which is good in itself. His ears are naturally not as good as Morin, but he can still hear the undisguised attack of night elves.

In this way, Varian immediately went to the next body, dangerous and dangerous, and the arrow feather flew almost against his back.

Seeing the shadow of the passing arrow feathers, Varian was stunned for a while. Are these night elves abnormal? At the distance of six or seven hundred yards, the bow and arrow they can still be so powerful? Moreover, can you aim so accurately at this distance?

The distance of six or seven hundred yards, from the perspective of humans, the people in the distance are already very small. And at such a long distance, when shooting, there are too many changing factors in this process.

All in all, if you want to shoot such a precise arrow at such a long distance, this is simply something that ordinary people can't accomplish.

However, the night elves can do it, and this time makes Varian feel a huge crisis in his heart.

In the distance, the arrow of the night elf shot into the air, and also attracted ridicule from other companions. As everyone knows, although this arrow missed, it made Varian's heart shake.

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In other words, this arrow is not completely useless.

Because of this arrow, Varian suddenly forgot the not-yet-skilled riding technique of Nightsaber.

He was afraid that the night elves would come over with arrows, and his whole body became stiff because of this tension. At that moment, Varian felt that his **** always seemed to leave Nightsaber.

The more he felt this way, the more he felt that his body couldn't stay on Nightsaber. Finally, he suddenly planted from the night saber.

At this time, the distance between the pursuers and Varian was less than five hundred yards. Varian's landing became the best target all at once.

Because if Varian is on Nightsaber, they will have concerns when shooting. After all, shooting Nightsaber is not allowed.

At this time, don't worry about the night saber, the attacks of these pursuers also began to arrive relentlessly.

"How about, this man is a startled bird, my arrow is not completely useless." The night elf who shot the first arrow before, in order to fight back the companion's ridicule.

"You just happened to be it, we all know that this human would never ride our night saber." The other night elves said with a smile.

Then they began a relentless blow against Varian.

Everyone is skillful in shooting bows and arrows. Their movements are smooth and beautiful. They seem to be playing the strings, and they don't seem to shoot life-threatening arrows.

When Varian saw several arrows flying towards him, he immediately evaded these arrows with a "charge", and then went to chase the Nightsaber that had run away.

That night Leopard apparently disliked this awkward human being because it was really a matter of suffering to carry him. However, his master told him that he would not care about Varian.

Here in the night elves, communication with animals is a common thing, which is not uncommon.

Although Varian evaded the first wave of arrow feather attacks, the second wave followed.

He immediately propped up his shield of anger and resisted another wave.

Then he chased the Nightsaber and quickly turned over. However, it was in such a gap that an arrow feather hit Varian's calf at once.

Even if there was a shield of anger, the arrow feather had worn the shield and penetrated into the flesh of the calf.

Varian screamed and nearly collapsed on Nightsaber again. He pulled out the arrow feathers, threw them on the ground, and ran again.

The first arrow just made Varian lose his composure, and the blood he saw just now did not make the situation worse, but aroused his desire to survive.

Now, Varian truly understands that he is a moment of life and death, no one can save himself, everything is on his own.

However, Nightsaber gave a roar, and Varian suddenly found himself wrong.