Fallen Kindness
"Vivian, hide behind me!"
"When I get into a fight with them, you run east as fast as you can, and don't stop no matter what happens!"
A warrior dressed in rough leather armor shielded a little girl behind him.
The soldier looked to be 25 years old, and his dark pupils held a tenacious will forged in the Wasteland.
The little girl behind him, though young, possessed a composure beyond her years.
Her golden hair was somewhat dry, and her blue eyes possessed a liveliness uncommon for someone her age.
Beside the two, the remaining man and woman were already seriously injured.
Their clothes were soaked with blood, and they were unable to stand, so they could only lean against the stone pillars next to them.
The little girl who was being protected spoke up:
"Bull, they want me."
"You can take it with you..."
The little girl hadn't finished speaking.
Among the five men and one woman surrounding them, one of the men carrying a bow and arrow burst into laughter:
"My little lady, you're absolutely right!"
"Don't worry! As long as you come with us obediently, we won't touch a single one of these guys!"
As soon as the man with the bow and arrow spoke, another man beside him sneered:
"It's ridiculous that they would come all the way to pick up other people just because they heard some rumors from the refugees."
"Does this person even think they can survive in this Wasteland?"
The only woman among the six spoke with a serious tone, expressing her sarcasm:
"It's all thanks to their kindness that we had the opportunity to make our move."
"Life on the Wasteland land is getting worse every day."
"Let's kidnap his daughter. That guy, Yarrowen, should bleed a little too."
Someone else said dismissively:
"They said it was to shelter refugees and rebuild order."
"Then you should take good care of us too! It's like we're not human!"
Hearing these sarcastic remarks.
The soldier protecting the little girl gripped his longsword tightly.
The Essence within him, imbued with willpower, intensified, and a faint golden light began to emanate from the blade of his sword.
"Shut up! Lord Yarrowen has come all this way to rebuild the order of the Moon Weeping Mountain Range World. It is not for you petty scoundrels to make unwarranted comments!"
"..."
Battle is imminent.
When Linsey arrived at a stone forest to the west, this was the scene that greeted her.
His exceptional perception allowed him to hear their conversation from a great distance.
I have also made a judgment about the specific situation.
However, just before Linsey took out her bow and arrow, preparing to stop the other side from engaging in a prolonged fight.
Among the four Wilderness Hunter surrounding them, the man with the bow and arrow suddenly paused, then looked towards Linsey's position:
"Someone's coming!"
"Those coming from the east, are they from the pigsty?"
"..."
"Calling someone a pig as soon as you meet them is not a good habit."
Linsey curled her lip, and the Iron Horn Great Bow was drawn in an instant.
Almost simultaneously, six black-feathered swords, one after another, shot towards the enemy with a series of booming sounds, like slender black raven feathers.
"Ah?"
"What kind of arrow was that? So fast!"
"Damn it, I've been infected! Help me pull it out!"
In just a moment, the formation of the six opponents was disrupted.
Both men were hit directly by the arrows, but they managed to dodge them and eventually deflect and knock them down.
The speed at which an arrow flies depends on the power of the bow and the design of the arrow.
Linsey's own power is not well reflected in the above.
Even so, his arrows were not something an ordinary person could react to.
All six people who launched the attack were Awakened Ones.
The weakest among them was unable to dodge in time and was already pierced into the flesh and bone by the Black Feather Arrow.
The arrows, difficult to remove, caused excruciating pain, rendering them unable to move. The remaining four also had extremely stiff expressions.
The young soldier quickly protected the little girl and retreated.
Among the attackers, the man who noticed Linsey's approach immediately raised his bow and arrow, a sinister glint in his eyes.
He aimed in Linsey's direction.
Where are you...?
His fierce gaze turned blank the next second.
Because Linsey, who was shooting arrows at the other side just a moment ago, had now disappeared from his sight.
The hunter quickly activated his skills.
He saw a series of footprints approaching from the opposite side along an arc, and then—
"Ah?"
Linsey's figure had already appeared in front of him.
Snap!
The hunter nocked an arrow to his longbow, but Linsey grabbed it.
He threatened almost instinctively:
"Let me go—Aaaaaah!!!"
It was accompanied by a crisp sound.
The hunter's hand bones and bow were crushed together by Linsey, and the white bones, flesh, and arrow fragments exploded together. The arrow that had just been nocked was also ricocheted with chaotic force and hit the stone pillar next to him.
Then Linsey it a gentle push.
The hunter fell heavily to the ground, unable to move.
The six people who were perfectly fine just moments before.
At this moment, two people fell to the ground, wounded by arrows, and one person's weapon and hand were destroyed, leaving him only able to cry out in agony.
The remaining three witnessed this scene.
They looked at Linsey with apprehension, but their eyes held more fear than anything else, while they nervously whispered among themselves:
"What's this guy's skill level?"
"Who knows? Anyway, Yarrowen doesn't look like that."
"I'm afraid only the Green Swamp could produce such a formidable individual?"
Linsey did not allow the three to continue their conversation.
He took a step forward, and the three of them all took a step back.
They walked back and forth for three meters, then Linsey shook her head slightly and chuckled softly:
"Don't back down, you can't escape."
"I have some good news and some bad news to tell you. Would you like to hear them?"
One of the three people opposite him, his face ashen, said almost pleadingly:
"Stranger, we have no past grievances or recent feuds with you..."
Linsey suddenly interrupted:
"This seems different from what I understand?"
"Do you need a reason to kill someone in the Wasteland?"
"Just like when you surrounded these four people, they probably didn't provoke you before, but now they've suddenly been dragged into a trap, right?"
"..."
The remaining three Wilderness Hunter were almost speechless.
A vast chasm of power, the cries of comrades, a despairing reality...
Everything before them was pressing on their trembling nerves, not to mention Linsey, who was staring at them with an expressionless gaze.
In the face of imminent death, the woman became somewhat hysterical:
"Don't think you'll eat us up or fight us to the death..."
The woman didn't finish her sentence.
Because at that very moment, Linsey disappeared from their sight.
Where are they?
"Run!"
When the three realized that Linsey had disappeared and that an attack was imminent, they immediately tried to scatter and run away.
But it was too late.
Amidst the howling wind overhead, Linsey's ghostly, icy voice emerged:
"The good news is—I don't plan to kill you right now."
"But the bad news is—once you find out the whole story, the result might be quite different."