What Duncan wanted was not for this Frankish envoy to make the decision.
He wanted to use Shooting the Halberd at the Gate to make Merovech, the leader of the Franks, decide!
He even intended to flaunt his martial prowess a little and make him lower his stance.
As for Duncan's ultimate goal, he wanted the Franks to obey his command in the coming Battle of the Catalaunian Plains, or at the very least cooperate with him in battle. That way, Duncan could indirectly command an elite force of five or six thousand men.
The barbarians of this era greatly revered individual bravery. If Duncan hit this shot, whether it was Divine Protection or godlike archery, Merovech would have to weigh it carefully.
Because if he encountered such archery on the battlefield, by the time he saw Duncan, he might already have an arrow through his head.
Of course, all of this depended on him hitting the target now!
If he missed, Duncan would lose face instead.
That was what it meant to be bold because of exceptional skill!
The Frankish envoy was doubtful and unable to make the decision himself, but Duncan did not care. As long as he brought everything he had seen back and told Merovech, that would be enough.
The entire tent fell silent.
Everyone knew Duncan's archery was extraordinary, that he was one of the finest Sharpshooters on Britain Island. But in such weather, from such a distance, hitting an axe handle only two fingers wide was far beyond anyone else's imagination.
In truth, Duncan was already being conservative.
For him, shooting while standing still meant the crosshair did not move at all. The only thing he needed to consider was the wind direction. Noden's Bow possessed certain hidden traits, and a light breeze had