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That mercenary head glanced at his mercenaries and then looked toward Shen Yanxiao who had walked over to Du Langâs side. He looked again and again, from top to bottom, at the little fellow who seemed too weak to stand up to the wind with disbelief. He couldnât accept that these brawny men under his supervision were actually injured by such a baby.
âAre you sure itâs him? Itâs not Vicious Wolf or Du Lang?â It wasnât that he didnât believe in his own men. It was just that it was too unbelievable.
Last night, he had sent several mercenaries to hunt for magical beasts. Who knew that when they had just stepped out of the camp for a few steps, they would end up being nailed uniformly onto the tree trunks. If he didnât wake up early today, go to the woods, and see this group, he was afraid that his own group of men would still be nailed onto the tree until now, fluttering in the wind.
Moreover, he couldnât believe that these people were saying that the one who had nailed them onto the tree was the Cave Wolves Mercenary Corpsâ drag!
Donât be ridiculous. Who didnât know that that drag was only thirteen years old. With such small arms and legs, there wasnât a tad bit of combat effectiveness. Du Lang even especially assigned Vicious Wolf to protect his safety. How could such a little brat who lacked the strength to truss up a chicken injure a few brawny adult men?
Although these mercenariesâ strength was not very strong, but dealing with a kid shouldnât have been difficult.
But the result ânot only were they unable to handle the other party; they were instead nailed onto the tree by the opposite person. It was simply a loss of face to their ancestors.
âLeader, it was really him. We absolutely did not see wrongly. We wonât lie to you. It is really that little brat we had run into last night. He is not as harmless as he seems. With just one shot, he pinned the lot of us on the tree and even threatened us not to shout, or he will shoot through our heads.â The mercenaries were almost crying. This matter was an extreme lost of their faces, but their head just wouldnât believe them and wanted them to repeatedly reiterate their humiliation. It really made people want to cry without tears.
âWait!â The mercenary head seemed to hear a certain point. He immediately turned to look at his own men and asked cautiously, âYou said he only used one shot?â
Yesterday, he had clearly sent ten people, so even if that brat did have skill, nailing all of them onto the tree would still be impossible!
Some mercenary bitterly said, âItâs just one shot, and we donât know what skill was that. We only saw her took out a long, dark bow and directly put ten arrows on the string. Without even a chance to react, he shot us all and once we realized what had happened we were already hanging on the trees.â
Until now, they still didnât understand how their group were hung on the trees.
The speed of those arrows was too fast.
The headâs brows tightly locked up. He had personally removed the arrows that nailed his men. All the arrows pierced so fiercely that only the tails were left to be seen, and the rest ran through their shoulders, directly piercing the trunk. Yet, each of these arrows had avoided the most vital part of a human body. It could only hurt the flesh, but it wouldnât leave any effects.
Initially, he thought that the one who did this was a powerful Archer who wanted to teach his own men a lesson and shot them. He didnât think that this Archer would be the drag that the Cave Wolves Mercenary Corps had brought along.
But even more than that, he couldnât fathom how such ten accurate and strong arrows were actually shot at once!
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