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Aizhi obviously thought of this too, wrinkled his nose and muttered: "...It doesn't mean anything, the risk of acting alone is always greater than that of a group. Maybe it was because he was worried that he would be counterattacked, so he took a blow An instant drug."

"..." Hyacinthus was thoughtful, and while he was thinking about what to do later, he pulled out the arrow that had been coated with medicine, and stuck it alone at the side of his waist.

The "hunting ground" chosen by the children of the Senate is relatively flat and open, with little slope.But this is the foothills, and there are a lot of shrubs and vegetation that should be there.

Ai Zhi searched condescendingly for a while, couldn't help but clicked his tongue, and said in a low voice: "We should have come earlier. Nome's people found their whereabouts during the day, and now there is no light, it's not good for them not to move." try to find."

But it doesn't matter, someone will always break the peace for them.

Under the moonlight, a few shadows approached from the lower ground, like a group of dragonflies flying low and scattered, passing the low bushes, making almost no sound——

Almost, that's all.

Those quiet and harmless bushes suddenly showed ferocious sharp teeth, and the silver-lighted blades cut their ankles or flanks suddenly, and then a pair of hands stretched out like octopus tentacles in the black sea, They covered their mouths and noses and dragged into the bushes.

The struggle was restrained, and the angry shout was sealed by the palm of the hand, followed by the sound of the cloth being cut by the blade, and the badge falling to the opponent.

Everything is no louder than the noisy chirping of cicadas. If you hadn't stared at these bushes earlier, you would never have realized that not far below, a group of contestants were quietly eliminated.

Like real octopus sea monsters, those Senate disciples lazily scavenged their prey in the bushes, and then spit out the useless contestants into the grass outside the bushes.

It's just that there is one bush that is different, and the "food scraps" spit out are a bit dull, but it's normal for players to be fat or thin, and their weight varies, and no one notices the difference.

No one could notice that the "hunter" who had been squatting in the bushes was now fainting crookedly next to his prey, with resignation and shock remaining on his face.

Hyacinthus squatted in the bushes he had just squeezed into, and lazily cleaned up the prey and the prey of the prey, and glanced at the bushes next to him.

Aizhi groped around there for a while, and immediately spit out two unlucky prey.

The most important test of lurking is patience. Jacintos counted with his fingers boredly: In addition to the two names held by the king, the Senate also had 28 elders, and twenty of them had children to participate in this trial.

Excluding Das and his gang, there are still twelve people left. Now that two have fallen in the grass, there are ten more.

The night wind swept over the low bushes, bringing the sound of fighting and fighting to the ears.

The closer it was to the end, the dark tide in Mount Parnon became more and more turbulent.A small group of wounded players were fighting, and one of them was exhausted, so they had to retreat while fighting, stepping into the bushes full of prying eyes.

"—There is an ambush!"

Someone hastily issued a warning, and the group of players made a decision almost immediately, clenching their weapons and saying in unison: "Come out!"

They slashed their long scimitars across the bushes, forcing those senatorial disciples who failed to "swallow" to jump up, but this did not change their ending.

In the remaining bushes, the rest of the hunters moved out together, pounced on the wounded prey.

The silver straight-edged dagger danced like a silver snake, piercing the prey's arm before the scimitar hit itself, and then stunned these poor contestants, as quickly as it appeared, dragging the newly acquired prey into the bushes clump.

Then one of the lucky ones caught sight of Hyacinthus, who took the opportunity to occupy his hiding place.

The lucky guy's eyes widened in astonishment, and Yacintos gave him a big smile without hesitation, and his lips moved silently: [Surprise! 】

"..." Surprised your mother, before the lucky boy could yell, his mouth and nose were covered with stinky herbs, and he lost consciousness reluctantly amidst suffocation and nausea.

There are eight more.

Jacinto stifled the herbal medicine to the lucky one who fainted, and waited quietly in the grass.

Those contestants who dared not approach the water source during the day finally approached the stream at night. They formed a team and took turns to fetch water and keep an eye on them. He took a sip himself, and restrained himself from drinking too much, because they were going to climb mountains and mountains next.

The contestants in charge of letting the wind cast their eyes suspiciously on the bushes: "Shall we take a detour, or go straight through here?"

"Hold on to your weapon, and stab a few times when you pass by the bushes." The leader put away the water bag, raised the kukri first, and approached the first bush with his body tensed.

Everything is like a repeat of the incident not long ago, the hunters rushed out from the bushes, but this time the strength of the prey was a bit difficult, they had to spend more time to deal with it, and suddenly realized something was wrong during the fight: "— —Hey! How do you feel that we are missing a few people?? "

—It's too late.

The three bows and arrows of Hyacinthus had already been coated with herbs, and they were placed on the full bow.

Thanks to Aka's massage, his eyes were able to lock on the target at such a close distance.

Jacintos let go of his right hand, and shot arrows at the entangled disciples of the Senate. Two of them groaned and hit the arrow, and fell to the ground within a few seconds, and the other pulled the opponent to him in time. Before: "There is buried——"

Before he could finish his words, his shoulder hurt.

Ai Zhi squatted and knelt in another direction, put the second arrow on the bow, and shot at the remaining contestants before the enemy could react.

"Whizzing!"

The arrows from both sides hit the three players who were entangled and unable to dodge. In the blink of an eye, five of the remaining eight hunters fell, and the three surviving ones blurted out: "Drug! It's an archer acting alone!"

"?" Hyacinthus narrowed his eyes, shot out the three arrows on the bow, and rolled back at the same time, dodging the scimitar, "An archer acting alone?"

The member of the Senate who managed the opponent's pounce saw Jacintos's face clearly, and gritted his teeth: "Why is it you!"

Without blinking, Yacintos drew his knife out of its sheath with his backhand, pressed it against the opponent's scimitar, and said nonchalantly: "Why, I'm disappointed? Do you think I'm an adult warrior?"

The Senate disciples didn't speak, but their expressions proved everything.

So, this group of players from aristocratic backgrounds were also attacked by lost arrows?It seems that Mijian is really not targeting me and Aizhi.

Hyacinthus was thinking in his heart, wiped his left hand on his waist, drew out a straight-edged short sword, bent over and swept his legs across his legs, the disciples in the Senate mistakenly thought that he was going to attack his lower body, his strength sank, and he stood firmly on his feet At this moment, he threw the scimitar and drew out the longbow to flick the heads of the elders' disciples.

"Snapped!"

The disciple of the Senate's courtyard staggered back a few steps in a daze, before he could stand still, his mouth and nose were covered with the smelly herbs: "Uuuuuuuuuuuu!"

Damn it, 哕...

Those words seemed to be written in the unwilling eyes of the Senate disciples.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Ai Zhi had already taken advantage of the fire, and jumped several times between the two groups of stalemates. After knocking down three or four players, he was collectively targeted by the players who finally decided to go out temporarily, "Your Highness!"

Hyacinthus caught up with a sliding shovel from behind, tripped one with a bowstring at an extremely tricky angle, propped up his right arm, swung his arm sharply after jumping up, and stunned another one. When he rolled to the side of the scimitar he threw away, there were only two members of the Senate standing on the field.

"...Fuck!" The two boys couldn't help but swear, and they rushed towards Yacintos and Aizhi respectively, not to be outdone. Aizhi entangled with one of them with brute force, and Yacintos Withdrew back, dodging the scimitar.

The young player holding the knife looked familiar, and Jacintos recalled it while dodging: "Iron face—cough," accidentally called out the nickname, "Is the elder Tiedale your grandfather? I remember when Das was kicked by a pig, were you helping him too?"

The grandson of Tiedalie snorted coldly: "So what, why are you hiding? You have the ability to fight!"

"I just want to make sure," Yacintos showed a meaningful smile, "How do you think your learning ability is?"

how about what?The grandson of Tiedalie chased after him for a few steps. Just as he was about to go back, he felt a numbness in his foot. He suddenly lost control of his right foot while sprinting, and his left foot continued to move forward. At that time, he sat on the ground with a split: "..."

I lost my voice in pain.

The expression of Tiedale's grandson twisted for a moment. Spartan training does not include flexibility training. No one thinks that splitting on the battlefield can drive back the enemy. But at this time, he thought painfully: at least he can protect his own body. ……ah!

The force brought by the inertia is so great that it not only pulls his stiff tendons apart, but also pushes him hard to the ground. Some two subtle and indescribable egg-shaped objects between his legs hit the ground directly, almost missing Get him waxed up.

"..." Uh, this is a bit different from what I expected, Yacintos twitched the corner of his mouth in embarrassment, "Well, that's not my intention."

The grandson of Tiedale could bear the pain, and swung his scimitar towards Yacintos who was about to squat down: "You...you vicious person!"

Jacintos raised his hands and stepped back: "I just put a dark stab with a paralyzing effect on the spot when I just dropped the scimitar, and I fell at most when I stepped on it. How do I know that the way you fall is so similar different?"

"What?" Aizhi raised his head from the fight. He and his opponent knocked out the weapons in each other's hands, and were rolling on the ground in the most primitive way to wrestle. Neck, trying to paste herbal medicine on the mouth and nose of the opponent who kept shaking his head, "When did it get installed... Forget it, it's just right."

Aizhi grabbed the opponent's struggle, dragged him to the side of the dark thorn and stabbed him for a while, finally panting, he took off the badge on the opponent's chest, and by the way rudely tore away the bag full of badges from the opponent's waist: "I saw you After leaning down, I threw away the scimitar and replaced it with a bow and arrow, and I thought it was just for making a fuss."

Hyacinthus looked at the grandson of Tiedale next to him. The other party tried to drag his paralyzed right leg and tried to stand up, but finally fell to the ground with his fists clenched.

It's just an inconspicuous thorn, a dark thorn so small that it's not on the table...

"Even if you turn back time and do it a hundred times again, you will still fall on this thorn." Yacintos looked at the other person's face and said slowly, "Of course, the falling posture may be different...you know This is because of something, I watched one step more than you in the battle."

Hyacinthus boasted calmly and cheekily: "And you have never realized that there may be a dark thorn. If this is on the battlefield, what will happen?"

is death.

Therefore, the soldiers of those legions did not show any kindness to the losers. With their own strength, they escaped the scythe of death and came back alive from the battlefield. A little negligence" people, if they are on the battlefield, what kind of fate will they face.

Who says elimination is not a kindness?At least they don't reap the lives of the losers.

Without waiting for the grandson of Tiedales to speak, Jacintos took out one of the bags from the children of the Senate, counted twenty badges and threw them in front of the grandson of Tiedales.

"--What are you doing?!" The grandson of Tiedale looked up and glared at him nervously, "You want to humiliate me?!"

Yacintos crossed his arms and said, "I just think that you are more saved than Darth's gang. But it's okay if you think about it—I've already defeated you, so humiliation and humiliation are not enough? Why? With your consent?"

Grandson of Tiedale: "..."

fuck you.It seems impossible to refute.

"The anesthetic I used is not the same as the archer's arrow. Your companions will wake up soon." Yacintos left behind the grandson of Tiedale, who was in a tangled conflict, and walked back. Ai Zhi, who was frantically touching the "corpse" and trying to get more resources, walked in a further direction, "It's your choice whether you want to share it with them, but I suggest you act quickly, there are so many movements happening here continuously, The Legion will surely come."

"Don't you really want to get more arrows? I think their arrow feathers are very well done," Ai Zhi swayed under Jacintos's hands in disappointment, like a fish full of fish, but still looking eagerly at the shrimp in the river Cat, "And why did you give them back the badge?"

Hyacinthus shook the fat bag around his waist, and his tone was hypocritical: "Forgiveness and forgiveness—" He lowered his voice, "And why did we eliminate them so quickly? How can I hit five? Six, seven or eight times? Who will continue to deliver nutrition to us?"

Let the sheep go out and raise another wave, isn't this the same as cutting goat hair.

Hyacinthus couldn't help shaking his head, deeply feeling that the Spartan boys who participated in the training should be allowed to do more farming and pastoral work, and the solutions to many seemingly complicated problems lie in this easy-to-understand farm work.

Aizhi jumped off the ground and quickened his pace with Jacintos: "Although I really don't want this to happen, but with the character of the veteran Tidalius, the grandson taught will really share the badges with his comrades. After all, they were formerly Act in the form of teamwork. We have been attacked once, and this time most of them will choose to gather together like a legion, leaving no chance to defeat them one by one."

They walked all the way to the high place, Hyacinthus cleverly chose the route to ensure the concealment of the action, until they stopped at a certain mountain depression: "So, it's time to light the fire."

Dozens of dead branches were brought over by two people. After drawing the line of fire, Aizhi lit the bonfire with a flint: "Go quickly."

The legion itself is likely to come here, and they must be attracted immediately when they see the bonfire, and they must evacuate quickly.

"Do you want to guess where those people from the Senate will go?" Aizhi walked quickly to the meeting place according to the direction he had told Noam and the others, "When they saw the bonfire and thick smoke, they would definitely think that the Legion would come , so it is bound to go in the opposite direction, but there is another bare rock land there, which is very unsafe, so the narrow valley in the middle is the only way to go. There are bare cliffs on both sides of that road. Once you step on it, you must To get to the end... wait, you didn't deliberately light the fire at that spot, did you?"

Hyacinthus smiled.

This is called catching small animals for a thousand days and using experience for a while.

So, when the last dead branch happened to burn out.

The disciples of the Senate hurried to the middle of the Narrow Valley complaining:

"This group of cunning guys, we have worked hard all day! We have been busy for nothing! If we hadn't met a few teams delivering food on the road just now, our result... Forget it, our result is no different from the bottom one."

"'Group'? There are only two of them. Bonnie, when are you going to admit that you are just inferior and defeated?"

"Forget about His Royal Highness who always loves to be flirtatious in the helots, after all, he is also a descendant of the Yagiade family. But Aizhi? He has half of the blood of Helots on his body!"

"Enough is enough. If a Spartan is so narrow-minded that he is defeated by the enemy and racks his brains to deny the enemy's strength, what progress is there?"

"Then you agree that Helos is better than us Spartans?"

"Why not? An honorable Spartan should not be afraid to show respect frankly to an admirable opponent!"

"Hey……"

One of them suddenly raised his hand to stop the companions who were rushing away.

"All right, Your Excellencies." Noam leaned against the mountain wall, surrounded by dozens of contestants of different backgrounds lined up, all with arms folded and grinning at the disciples of the Senate.

They came from the other side of the mountain according to the signal, and happened to block the way of the children of the Senate.

...Damn, the disciples of the Senate counted the number of each other, quietly took a step back, and someone turned around: "—Damn!!"

Who, why did you yell out your heart, is it time to show your timidity?Immediately, someone twisted their heads in dissatisfaction, and then let out a louder chorus: "Damn!!"

There were also some people who came from Shannan, standing behind Jacintos and Aizhi at this time, grinning at the disciples of the Senate who turned their heads.

Laughing not like a bunch of Spartans, like a bunch of horse-snipping thieves.

Jacintos touched the ground with the sharp blade of the scimitar casually, and lazily raised his eyebrows at the grandson of Tiedale who suddenly raised his hand to cover his chest: "It seems that you are not seriously injured? I heard, among your companions It seems that some people are dissatisfied with us beating you with fewer victories and more?"

Yacintos had a kind face on his face: "We are easy to talk to, so if you wish, let's change the way."

"..." Damn it, Tiedale rubbed his chest crazily, his eyes almost burst into flames, how could this person be so shameless, talking about the siege as if he was begging for mercy!

He couldn't help cursing, almost breaking his voice: "What the hell do you mean?! You let us go before, but now you are blocking the road again. Do you want to make enemies with us?!"

Yacintos sighed: "Why can't you always understand my kindness? Isn't it for your own good that I have worked so hard?"

The disciples of the Senate: "..."

Hello... They endured the curse that almost blurted out, but they couldn't help the desire to draw their swords.No matter how outnumbered he is, there is no way out anyway, so it's better to fight back!

The aura of the Senate disciples was aroused by Jacintos. Relying on the tacit understanding they have been together for many years, they immediately changed into a formation, with 15 people outside and five people inside. Raise your arms together.

"on!"

I don't know who yelled the first sentence. Almost instantly, the Narrow Valley became a battlefield full of swords, lights and swords. With the young people's roars and shouts, no one behaved like a man who should have been as silent as a mountain in this battle. Spartan reservists.

Hyacinthos was surrounded by several Mortaxes that Norm had summoned on the road. Just like on a real battlefield, they firmly guarded the monarch in the center, but the slogan they shouted was not quite right: "Go up! Ah! Hurry up and finish the fight, maybe there will be another time before dawn!"

The disciples of the Senate: "???"

What do you mean, do you want to come again next time? ?

Jacintos watched with cold eyes that more than half of the Senate's children were pissed with anger, and took the opportunity to issue a concise and powerful command: "Left wing, attack the rear, Noam, lead people to rush forward together."

The sons of the elders who had been injured before were powerless, and there was a momentary disconnection with the rest of the companions who were blinded by emotions. Noam's ax back hit the weak link's back hard, and he fell forward with the hammer .

The defensive circle was broken, and immediately some civilian players drew their bows and set arrows while dodging, and shot sharp arrows at the archers who were constantly outputting in the center of the defensive circle: "—Wait, be careful!"

"Whoosh-"

Amidst the clashing of weapons and the sound of arrows breaking through the air, the sound of wind was almost drowned out, but Yacintos almost immediately raised his head and followed the trajectory of the bow and arrow to the top of the mountain wall.

Under the moonlight, a silvery armored figure briefly emerged from the edge of the mountain wall, and the figure flashed past.

"—lone archer!" cried Hyacinthus and the grandson of Tidalius together.

The battle situation in the Narrow Valley suddenly became less important. These groups of people were more or less harassed by archers, and this was the first time they saw a clear figure.

The grievances between each other were immediately suppressed by a kind of curiosity-seeking mentality unique to young people who refused to admit defeat and wanted to compete. They couldn't help looking longingly at the direction where the figure emerged——

They can't cope with a 50-man army, can't the single archer catch one?

Compared to being able to catch an archer, the opponent in front of him is nothing!Everyone couldn't help but flash such a thought in their hearts.

Hyacinthus was the first to act. He held the shoulders of the people around him, leaped out, and galloped in the direction where the archer was headed. Although there were no climbing objects on the cliffs, they were very close to each other. Hyacinthus He once compared the speed of climbing up to the top of the rock with Apollo here without using ropes. He cleverly borrowed the strength of pushing the wall back and forth, and leaped up to the top of the rock as lightly as a fly.

Then stop there.

"What's wrong!" Tiedale's grandson shouted eagerly, he had already forgotten what he did not deal with just now, "Chasing after him!"

"..." Hyacinthos slid down the rock wall silently, "It's gone. There are legions approaching."

When the Spartans marched at night, they would not light torches. They had already trained the adaptability to sneak in the dark, but Hyacinthus had just appeared when he saw a large group of torches forming a phalanx, constantly bullying .

This may be a demonstration, or it may be a little care for the weak players in the proving ground.

Tiedale's grandson: "...how close?"

Hyacinthus: "—Run!"

What an unpleasant trial, Hyacinthos complained in his heart, while he was already thinking of Akka's magical hands that could dispel all fatigue.He touched the bow and arrow at his waist and stopped abruptly.

The grandson of Tiedale ran at the end because of the previous injury, but he also stopped: "What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?" Jacintos raised his eyelids, signaled the brigade to leave him alone and continue walking, "Just now you were fighting us to the death, now stop and care about my life?"

"..." The face of Tiedale's grandson turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yacintos reached into the bag and took out a small cloth bag, which contained some poisonous herbs picked by Ai Zhi along the way: "Or, in fact, you know very well that the previous failures, It all stems from ignorance of the terrain, lack of preparedness for the battlefield situation, indulgence of emotions blinding reason, it’s just that you don’t want to admit it for the sake of face, but seeing me stop suddenly, your conscience can’t bear it, so you have to stop?”

"..." The grandson of Tiedale's expression became very exciting for a moment, "Are you not good at chatting with people? Also, the person who taught you to read people's hearts didn't tell you not to tell the truth to your face?"

Hyacinthus shrugged, poked the drugged arrow into the cloth bag, and rubbed the juice of the poisonous herb: "Will you care? I heard your discussion. If you care, you won't always Contrary to your companion."

For a long time, he believed that Sparta was rotten from the root, with old laws and concepts, greedy nobles, and young heirs who inherited the rotten ideas of their parents.

Until that glimpse in the stone forest.

Perhaps what other people saw was Darth's distressed appearance and relief, but what he saw was the hope of cleanliness and new life in the rotten root system that was surrounded by mud but still insisted on cleanliness and new life.

An upright elder taught an upright grandson who may not have worked so hard, Hyacinthus signaled Tiedale's grandson: "I'm going to think of a way to keep the Legion from getting out, and get out of this trial." leave. Want to help?"

"...?" The grandson of Tiedale said with a complex expression, "Why do I feel that when you look at me, you want to see something that is not in the ointment—forget it, the method you mentioned cannot exist."

"Bet?" Hyacinthus twirled the arrow in his hand, "If you lose, tell your grandfather what you just said in the narrow valley."

·

The edge of the mountain wall.

The officer in charge of the team cast his gaze to the valley below: "They are running backwards."

"Isn't it because of this ridiculous torch? Who would hold one in each hand when sneaking at night, for fear that the enemy will not know we are here?" — Then what kind of players are you catching, you can catch turtles.”

"The number of players eliminated is a bit unexpected. Although the veterans of Titanic think this is very good, we need new vitality..." The officer paused, "There is news from Macedonia in the east. The big guys are ready to move. This is not the time to reduce the supply of troops—”

"Whoosh!"

An arrow shot out of no one's darkness without warning.

The officer raised his hand and grabbed Feather: "Don't chase after it, it was sent by a mechanism."

The soldiers stopped, and the adjutant watched the officer rubbing the strangle marks on the arrow, and took off the cloth on it: "What is written on it?"

The officer's brows slowly frowned: "The above said that among the adult soldiers who entered the mountain were spies from the enemy city-state, this arrow was shot at them, and it was coated with poison..."

"Poison? Isn't this day's hunting enough to wake them up? They think we need to use medicine to deal with them??" The adjutant's eyes widened, "It must be a lie. They took our arrows and recycled them—"

"It has the family emblem of Elder Tidalius on it, as well as the inkpad of His Royal Highness Hyacinthus. You know that the great nobles and royal power have never been incompatible, especially His Highness Hyacinthus's political views..." The officer frowned "The point is, these are not arrows equipped by adult warriors entering the mountain."

In the distant hills.

Tiedale's grandson leaned against a pine tree: "Look! They're shooting rockets at the place where we installed the trap! Is that a reply?"

Hyacinthus urged him: "Go and pick it up."

"Why? I'm a wounded person. Now we are a short-term alliance, and our companions should help each other." The grandson of Tiedale died on the ground, "And what if it is their trap?"

Jacintos just wanted to be lazy, he had already traveled enough this night: "Together, is it okay?"

He stood up from the root of the tree, sighing and enduring the babbling of the grandson of Tidalius.

Who would have thought that every Spartan he came into contact with was a potential chatterbox?In comparison, Aka is still more pleasant.

Hyacinthus decided to say something unpleasant to end the chat: "You know, when the legion has withdrawn, the competition between us is not over yet."

The grandson of Tiedale grunted, and then said: "If you can directly point out your shortcomings every time after you defeat me, I will be more willing to compete with you more often."

They talked nonsense one after another, occasionally stabbed each other with words, and quickly rowed into the place where the rocket fell.

Hyacinthus plucked the letter from the tail of the arrow, and the grandson of Tidalius couldn't wait to bring his head closer: "What are you talking about?"

With a bit of eagerness to know whether he won or lost the bet, his heart gradually froze.

A short and scribbled sentence on the cloth reads:

[The arrows you two shot were not equipped by the soldiers who entered the mountain, and we have never, let alone put drugs on the arrows. 】

The excitement on the face of Tiedale's grandson faded away, and he grabbed Jacintos' wrist: "Impossible, that arrow shot at me before, if it wasn't an adult soldier?"

Hyacinthus frowned, quickly wrote a few strokes on the cloth with a stick of charcoal, and shot back the arrow wrapped in the question.

What they were standing on was an open field, within sight of the army on the opposite side. After waiting for a while, a new rocket flew over.

Hyacinthus unwrapped the cloth:

[An archer acting alone?All the adult warriors who entered the mountain moved in groups, and there were no archers who acted alone.

In the name of the Spartan soldiers, please enter the legion's garrison immediately. 】

"When we met the archers in Shanxi, you were in the south of the mountain..." the grandson of Tiedale murmured, "The reason why my companions and I gathered in the west of the mountain is because we met the archers in different places." attack."

How many outsiders were mixed in this trial?

Are there any eyes lurking in the surrounding wilderness to watch them?

"——we'd better go faster," Hyacinthus grabbed Tiedales' grandson's wrist, "before they would take advantage of us when we were fighting alone, but it has just developed to dozens of people gathering together. Let’s shoot arrows openly, who knows if they dare to attack in the sight of the legion?”

In the distance, the torches of the Legion gradually began to move, actively approaching them, and the crushing machines that had been avoided before suddenly gave birth to an indescribable reliability and warmth at this moment.

"What about Bonnie and the others?" Tiedale's grandson asked again.

Jacintos raised his eyebrows and lowered his head, looking at the short young man who unconsciously pressed his back against his back.

People are really multi-faceted. Before lurking in the bushes in the west, this person was very capable, but now he is a bit like a vigilant but innocent rabbit. It is hard to imagine that this is the son raised by the iron-faced elder .

But this is not certain, after all, the elder has never tolerated sand in his eyes. Maybe the grandson of Tidalius was never allowed by his grandfather to touch the dark side of those politics, but as a knife of Sparta cultivated.

Therefore, he has all the excellent qualities that a knife should have - good at stealth, fearless of life and death, loyal to the city-state, trusting in comrades-in-arms, and noble in character.

This may be the first time this knife head has faced the complex darkness. If it is not tempered in time, cracks may burst out on the beautiful blade surface.

Hyacinthus: "Those archers didn't succeed before, and they won't now. We went to join the legion, not to avoid the archers, but to catch them."

"Oh," the bewildered eyes of the grandson of Tiedale gradually lit up, and he looked at Hyacinthus, "We..."

"..." The grandson of Tiedale's expression was a little stiff, "Why the hell are you looking at me the way my grandfather looked at me."

Yacintos spoke softly: "Is there? The person who taught you to read people's hearts didn't tell you not to tell the things you have seen to your face?"