With a soft sigh, Alpha looked up at the starry sky, a hint of sinister aura emanating from him. Lost in thought, he stroked his goatee habitually after a long pause, smiled slightly, and said unhurriedly, "Your Majesties, His Highness is young and ambitious, too competitive. He will understand in time that we are doing this for his own good. As for the original plan, you can proceed with it without worry. Even if His Highness finds out and blames you, I will take full responsibility for you!"
Hearing Alpha's assurance, King of Black Rock's hesitation and worry lessened somewhat. He gritted his teeth and said, "In that case, I will go and make the preparations!"
The King of Thrace was a short, stocky man with curly, brownish-yellow hair. He wore a crown, and his thick eyebrows slanted sharply towards his temples, hanging like broadswords above his triangular, angry eyes. He said bitterly, "Haha, excellent! This time, I'll make the King of Chambord taste the pain of seeing his loved one die before his very eyes, his body never to be found again!"
The goatee-wearing elder Alpha, nodded in satisfaction, his eyes gleaming. He added, "I feel much more at ease knowing that both kings are personally involved. I will send experts from the Imperial Knights' Hall to secretly assist the two kings. This time, there absolutely cannot be any mistakes."
"A master from the Knights' Hall? Excellent!"
King of Black Rock and King of Thrace were overjoyed upon hearing this, their confidence in the upcoming plan increasing even further. Although both were puzzled as to why the goatee-bearded elder Alpha harbored such hatred for King of Chambord and was so determined to deal with Sun Fei, the saying "the enemy of my enemy is my ally" made them accept Alpha's help without hesitation, and they were extremely excited.
Looking at the densely packed carcasses of Gale Wolf lying fifty meters away, the members of the Soros Merchant Caravan, including Redknapp, were completely stunned. Their mouths were agape, their lips twitching to their ears, and they kept gasping for breath, hardly believing what they were seeing.
Nearly five hundred Gale Wolf Charge relentlessly like a tidal wave for ten minutes straight.
Faced with such an offensive, if it were the forty-odd people from the Soros Merchant Caravan, although there were quite a few skilled fighters among them, and their experience in encounters with wild monsters was several times greater, they should have been prepared to pay a heavy price to defeat this pack of crazed wolves; more than half of them would definitely have been killed or wounded... But now, what did they see?
They saw that the blond boy, who looked like an elf Prince under the moon, single-handedly and with only a bow, incredibly suppressed the terrifying pack of Gale Wolf, keeping them fifty meters away from the camp. Not a single wolf could get close to the boy; that boundary was like the dividing line between life and death drawn by the Grim Reaper's scythe. No matter how ferocious the Gale Wolf were, once they got close, they were doomed.
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM...
The sound of the bowstring vibrating with a strange rhythm still seemed to echo in everyone's ears.
In the past ten minutes, every single time the bowstring vibrated like that, it meant a Gale Wolf was struck by an arrow and howled in pain. Without exception, there was no exception.
What incredible archery skills!
It's important to understand that while the Gale Wolf ' overall strength is only considered that of a low-level magical beast, their wind-type Gale Wolf ' movement path.
What shocked the Soros Merchant Caravan even more was the incredible speed and technique of the blond boy's archery. Often, as soon as one arrow was released from the bowstring, another was already on the bow, the arrows flying one after the other in mid-air, forming a perfectly straight line of death.
Throughout the entire process, the giant, who had been standing with his arms crossed and a blade of grass in his mouth, did only one thing: he helped the blond boy change his quiver ten times. Each quiver contained a full hundred arrows, meaning that in ten minutes, the blond boy, who was as elegant and handsome as a moonlit elf Prince, actually shot a full thousand arrows.
Shirley, a charming young woman in red, and the white-clad swordsman beside her made no attempt to hide the shock on their faces.
The black-robed supervisor Redknapp, was also deeply shocked, his mind reeling not so much from the blond boy's archery skills (many powerful individuals in the Azeroth Continent possessed such skill, and rumors circulated that the archery prowess of the Elf Clan was even more astonishing, far surpassing Torres's performance), but from Redknapp 'Torres age, talent, and background. It was truly unbelievable that a boy not yet eighteen, from a lowly nation like Chambord City, a mere commoner, who had never received systematic archery training or instruction, had achieved such a feat at such a young age. Just how terrifying was his talent?
What Redknapp found most unbelievable was that he vaguely saw in the blond boy on the moonlit stone a kind of artistic conception that even his eyes, which had seen countless the Storm Riders and mysteries, could not understand—in a certain moment, the man, the bow, the stone, and the moon seemed to perfectly blend with the vast night around them, unconsciously creating a dazzling and intoxicating feeling, as if they were far away, yet also as close as they were right in front of him, mysterious and wonderful, as vast, ancient, mysterious and expansive as the bright stars in the sky.
"This young man is simply a peerless genius born for archery!"
Redknapp ultimately came to this conclusion.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance again at the King of Chambord's King tent in the distance. The tent was still completely dark and silent. Redknapp could almost instantly picture the King of Chambord fast asleep, embracing his beautiful fiancée... The King of Chambord, he really can sleep!
"It seems I subconsciously focused all my attention on King of Chambord, neglecting some things around him... Chambord City is getting more and more interesting; perhaps it can actually persuade the leader to initiate that plan for him!"
The members of the Soros Chamber of Commerce returned to their camp tents.
Outside the camp, wolf carcasses lay strewn about. Gale Wolf were magical beasts, and naturally contained magic crystals within their bodies. However, the magic crystals of such low-level magical beasts were not valuable. Moreover, those wolves had been killed by the blond youth from Chambord City; they hadn't intervened, so naturally, they wouldn't collect the magic crystals.
Torres and Oleg jumped off the boulder and walked into the pile of wolf carcasses.
Oleg pulled out all the arrows from the Gale Wolf, one by one, and put them back into the quiver. At the same time, he lightly flicked his Xiaodao and pocketed the tiny, transparent magic crystal, about the size of a fingernail, wrapped around the wolf's head. The fat man was a bit of a pervert, especially after Grant the Cancer Star Attribute from Sun Fei at the top of the Blackstone Fortress tower that night. He had become fascinated with dealing with corpses, feeling as if he could draw energy from those cold, sinister bodies to make himself stronger.
Although Fernando Torres' fingers were bleeding from being cut by the bowstring, he remained focused on carefully examining the arrow wounds on each wolf carcass, constantly reflecting on the gains and losses of the previous battle.
His archery skills were originally only considered top-tier among the [ Jebe ]-level archers in Chambord City, but to be able to single-handedly hold off more than 500 Gale Wolf with just a bow and arrow like tonight was absolutely impossible. However, after Sun Fei activated the Sagittarius Star Attribute, it was as if he suddenly had an epiphany. Coupled with his diligent practice over the past few days, his archery skills suddenly improved by leaps and bounds.
Tonight's situation was actually a deliberate test and training exercise by Sun Fei. He ordered Oleg to protect Torres and not to intervene unless absolutely necessary. Sun Fei himself had switched to [ Assassin Mode ] and was secretly hiding in the shadows, ready to come to Torres' rescue should he be in danger. Unexpectedly, under immense pressure, Torres actually gritted his teeth and persevered. Although he used two arrows to kill an average of one Gale Wolf, he barely touched the edge of a true archery master's realm and even faintly activated a trace of Sagittarius Star Power, allowing his archery skills to leap to a whole new level.
Seeing Torres's breakthrough in archery from the shadows, Sun Fei was slightly taken aback but then overjoyed. This scene gave him a renewed sense of accomplishment in 'cultivating' his archery skills. With the danger gone, Sun Fei quietly slipped back into the King's tent. No one in the entire camp noticed that Sun Fei had been there.
The team continued their journey the next day.
Although the journey was smooth sailing initially, strange things soon began to happen one after another.
During their midday rest at camp, some Soros Merchant Caravan discovered that a deadly poison had been added to the stream near their camp. Had it not been for an unfortunate Soros Merchant Caravan guard who drank some water first and tragically died by the stream, alerting the others to the poison in the water, the expeditionary force and the Soros Merchant Caravan would likely have been in serious trouble.
"Colorless and odorless, yet a terrifying poison. Someone deliberately poisoned it here. It hasn't been long, otherwise it would have been washed away by the stream long ago. Clearly, someone calculated this event, and it's aimed at us..." Redknapp, a four-star mage with some knowledge of potions, drew this conclusion after careful observation and analysis.
Sun Fei nodded.
He took some poison from the stream and poured it into a small bottle, intending to have Sister Akara, the apothecary master of the Diablo World, study the composition of the poison. If she could concoct an antidote, it might come in handy later.
As evening fell, the expeditionary force and Soros Merchant Caravan spent the night on a rocky hill.
As expected, the camp was once again harassed and attacked by the monster horde, and was once again repelled by Torres's archery skills. This situation made Redknapp even more certain of his judgment, while Sun Fei secretly observed and pondered some things.
Day three.
As the group passed through a rather treacherous canyon, they were suddenly and inexplicably struck by a landslide. The cliffs on both sides collapsed, and a large number of boulders crashed down, creating an extremely dangerous situation.
" Sekishiki Shock Wave --!!!"
The colossal, mountain-like fat man went berserk, roaring as an invisible, high-frequency shockwave rippled through the air, shattering countless tumbling boulders. With the help of other Saint and Urban Management, the situation was stabilized. However, injuries finally appeared within the expeditionary force; several soldiers had their legs broken while protecting the princess's carriage. The Soros Merchant Caravan, having followed the expeditionary force into the canyon, was less affected, but still suffered some casualties...
"I sensed the lingering elemental aura of the earth magic ' Wrath of the Earth ' in the air. This landslide must have been deliberately caused by someone..." Redknapp's face was ashen as he told Sun Fei his judgment.
First update.
I'm feeling groggy from a cold. Thank you everyone for your encouraging comments in the comments section.