Iron Blood Earl Riccianne

The dead Lycaen had the power to summon souls. His soul gradually sinks into oblivion and eventually dies. However, the power of the spirits who called them that way remained deep in the body.

The myriad of the spiritual forces were sleeping deep in silence, and they woke up irritated by the external forces. Riccianne has been trained to come and go for her life for the past year.

Life is the energy that keeps the flesh alive. And the soul serves to allow humans to exist as humans. Even if the body is alive, it is not alive if there is no soul.

The power of the soul was immeasurable. In Riyaen's body, the power of the soul had fallen asleep by the hundreds.

The power that had saved Lycaen's life so many times has been the power of the soul.

“Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh ”

Lycaen points his spear at Crohan.

“I'll kill you! ”

Crohan also shouted without shouting and blew away.

* * *

Shhh!

Sledding over the snow rapidly, drawing long trajectories with cool noise, was a structure that could be mounted by two people back and forth. The front seat was the same height as the back of the two reindeer holding the sled, and the back seat was the same height as the head position of the one sitting in the front seat.

Boom, boom, boom!

A merciless attack spills down onto the sled's trail. From the fireball, the flashlights and chunks of rock crumble the ground in an endless order. It was an attack by alchemists intermingled with Circus' forces.

But none of the attacks hit the sled.

If you want to turn to the right, you want to turn to the left, and you want to go straight, but suddenly you have a peculiar knack of lifting up one frame of sledges. The skill used to handle sleds seems to have reached a strange level.

I had no choice, because the native owner of the snow, the Blissen, is the one who rides the sled in the front seat.

But the sled wasn't just running around dodging attacks.

Shh-shh-shh!

Not a quick speaker, but he was throwing up arrows without rest. Behind the sled, those in high chairs were holding a large bow as one.

The archers were only obsessed with pulling the demonstration of the longbow, tied up chairs and their bodies to keep them from falling off the swinging sled.

Choo-wook, choo-wook!

A cold arrow pierces the breezy breeze and cold in the northern snow and pierces the target.

“Shhh!”

Screaming at the cold snow floor, this was Circus' druid who had just shot a ball of fire at the sled.

It was never easy to hit a target with a bow on a sled running at the same speed as a normal wagon. Moreover, especially if the target was on the non-frontal side.

Considering that the archer sitting on the sled hit the spear in eight feet, he was very good at it.

And it wasn't one or two reindeer sleds that were after the drunks. The sled that was wandering around the battlefield looked like it was in its 50s. All of those sleds are shooting arrows, aiming only at the magicians intermingled among the soldiers.

And strangely enough, most of the shamans were also after the sled, not the enemies in front. If you are troubled, leave the matter to the other archers or horseman warriors, and they strive only for the sled, even though it may be advantageous to target the enemy infantry. But there was nothing they could do.

The arrival of the sleds was the moment that Crohan joined the battlefield with the common warriors.

Suddenly, the alchemists who were preparing to shoot at the hostiles fainted with arrows. Circus' infantry has no legs to chase the sled. Of course, it was the archers.

But it didn't even work. It's because the arrows of the archers knocked at the snow because of the marvelous sled moves.

And the sleigh roams in one piece, relentlessly shooting arrows to defeat the drunkards.

Friendly archers do not protect themselves, but they are constantly dying. In the opinion of alchemists, we had to get rid of those sleds first in order to live.

“Hmmm!”

A hot breath leaks out of the back seat of sled 32, and out of the mouth of Baek, who is pulling the protest with his thighs tightly tied.

After the battle began, nineteen druids were killed by the arrows he shot.

I did not speak quickly, but I did not miss a single step. Thanks to this, I was able to shoot fewer arrows than the other archers, but I was able to defeat the most alchemists.

“Hehe, hehe! ”

I can't feel my hands already. I was wearing cotton wool gloves for warmth, but that was also the limit. It was because we couldn't make the gloves thicker than a certain level in order to properly pull the protests and meet the targets.

I couldn't stop pulling the long bow protest, and my arm and shoulder muscles were already swollen with extreme fatigue.

When I tied myself to a chair, I stabbed myself in the leg because I couldn't feel the blood.

Sitting on a rigorously wobbling sled, constantly turning, calculating the speed of the blowing winds and sleds, and aiming for the target seen as transverse, it was really difficult.

Yuck! Yuck!

But I pulled the strings.

You're gonna lose! ’

Beyberg sets a target in a wobbly focus, shifting it toward someone.

As Earl Gronst's son, he once heard the word "palace."

My eyes were naturally bright. Due to the nature of it, patience and concentration also exceeded that of ordinary people. And the strength of my shoulders and arms was also terrifying, thanks to my relentless training.

The innate ability, personality, and acquired training have reached unrivalled levels with respect to bows. So there was no target he couldn't hit. I once shot a falcon flying at a terrifying speed and dropped it.

Perhaps it was natural that he was chosen to be part of the archers that Liqueen and Caith organized.

But then the problem happened.

Suddenly, a woman suddenly appeared and tried to teach them.

The introduction said that it was Earl Procures' eunuch.

Anyway, from Bayburke's point of view, it was unparalleled.

The woman seemed to be only twenty years old. It was thirty years since he had his bow in his hand. It was funny that a woman younger than the years who held the bow taught herself just because she was a knight.

I couldn't keep up because it was unacceptable, and I had no choice but to get in trouble.

And she suggested a solution to the problem. A better archer is offered to teach the archers.

Whitening.

The woman's bowsmanship has definitely become a level to teach someone. But Bevercquerque's arrows were not missed either. Both of them were such noble bows that no one could tell who was better.

But superiority had to be covered up.

After much thought, the woman's way of doing it was to make even the bold Bayburke flinch.

It was about shooting at each other. Let's make sure the other person never sees blood, but let the one closest to the body win.

It was a way to use total skill and concentration, as well as courage.

As Bayberg had nowhere else to turn, of course he accepted the offer.

The first arrows of each other were a draw. They both touched the edge of their clothes.

The second arrow was also a draw. This time both passed between the arms.

The third arrow was the battle.

An arrow shot by a woman cuts the hair right above Bayberg's right ear and passes by.

The skill of cutting hair without hurting the hair that was covered with hair was truly a skill that would not be ashamed of being called a shrine.

Baek also put an arrow in the demonstration as if he couldn't lose. Then I pulled the protest over the woman's right ear.

But I couldn't let go of the protest that I pulled. I couldn't bear to look into the eyes of the woman who was sitting so calmly.

It was more of a daring battle than a bow. But the battle was a battle, and Bayburke obeyed a woman's orders.

Her name was Julia.

After that day, however, Bayburke really had a day of sweaty training. It was to challenge Yulia once again for victory.

Later, I realized, but that day, I did not lose the courage, but I had to see myself as a loser. It's because I realized that if I was confident in my skills, I wouldn't have to be afraid.

And today, his arrow never misses.

Shhhhh!

Another arrow flew through the air leaving the protest that Baek was pulling.

* * *

“Grrrgh!”

A groaning comes from Rudia's mouth.

In front of her, Friella stares at this side, splashing a burning flame from both hands.

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