——Resting Horse Arrow!
Another person in the carriage formation was shot in the head.
After all, it’s just a carriage formation, not a wall. There are gaps between the carriages, only forming a defensive shape. A Barbarian Race rcenary soldier archer quietly poked his head out, and before he could draw an arrow on his bow, a sharp arrow shattered his head with a piercing whistle.
"An expert archer?!"
The Barbarian Race rcenary soldiers shifted from ’high morale’ to ’wavering morale’.
Three arrows, three heads.
Even the Barbarian Race’s most elite Forest Archer couldn’t achieve this, likely only the legendary Huns’ Eagle Shooter could have such astonishing archery skills. (A Huns tribe might have only one or two Eagle Shooters.)
The Exile Rebel Army was in an uproar, so people ready to move, dispersing to the sides, not daring to affect Duncan who was galloping and shooting arrows on the battlefield.
From a god’s perspective.
All the Exile Rebel Army mbers first had a yellow neutral mark, then turned into a blue marked unit.
——Resting Horse Arrow!
The Barbarian Race rcenary soldiers in the carriage formation seed to have so who were still not resigned. One peeked out from the gap in the carriage fra, and as soon as he showed his head, he was hit. An arrow pierced his leather helt at an extrely tricky angle.
It really is an expert archer!
Now no one dared to question it, the Barbarian Race rcenary soldiers didn’t dare to show their heads, and the morale of the surrounding Exile Rebel Army was greatly boosted.
The opposite side wouldn’t show their heads.
If they didn’t show their heads, Duncan could still find a way.
He himself rode up to a boy about fifteen or sixteen, dressed in ragged clothes like a slave, with brand marks on his arm. His tattered clothes couldn’t hide his back, covered in whip marks. The boy held a simple short spear, trembling as he looked at Duncan on horseback in front of him.
"Give it to ." Duncan’s tone brooked no argunt.
The blue-marked slave boy dared not resist at all and handed the short spear directly to Duncan.
Duncan weighed it, then shouted forward, "Move aside!"
He accelerated on horseback, startling the surrounding Exile Rebel Army to step back, then Duncan took a deep breath, and fiercely threw the short spear in his hand like a javelin.
Ah!
A scream ca from inside the carriage formation.
The javelin Duncan threw pierced through the enemy, killing a Barbarian Race rcenary soldier crowded inside.
Four kills!
The Exile Rebel Army had besieged the carriage formation several tis without killing many people, but Duncan, riding in a circle, killed four people, terrifying the Barbarian Race rcenary soldiers into wavering morale. The nearby Exile Rebel Army was even more frightened, looking up at him with awe, not daring to et his gaze.
"Listen to my command on both sides!"
Duncan shouted like a thunderclap on a clear day, scaring Kvito, not far away, into a shiver.
He had no doubt, on this battlefield, that amazing archer could kill whoever he wanted. Duncan’s presence reminded him of legendary human heroes from myths or the Divine Favored Warriors in Barbarian Race tales.
A loud shout!
Nearly a third of the Exile Rebel Army beca green marked units, and the slave boy in front of Duncan instinctively followed alongside.
——Exile Rebel Army (no discipline) (low morale) (poor equipnt)[Mixed Farrs]!
Who is this person?!
Kvito’s mind was in chaos. This lone rider entered the battlefield and began to help them, incredibly powerful and heroic, instantly reversing the situation, restoring the Exile Rebel Army’s low morale, and unsettling the Barbarian Race rcenary soldiers.
The sound of hooves was intense.
The Exile Rebel Army dispersed left and right, Duncan riding through the crowd, directly approaching Kvito, making his companions nervous.
"Are you their leader?"
A deep male voice full of pressure sounded, making Kvito feel a bit short of breath.
Who is this person?
Kvito gritted his teeth and looked up at the man’s face. At the mont when their eyes t, it seed to him there were rolling heads and a sea of blood spreading from the ground.
How many people has this man killed?
Kvito only lasted a mont before being forced to bow his head, instinctively saying, "Yes, my lord."
Duncan’s voice was low, "Follow my command!"
"Lead your n to strong attack the carriage formation from the right, and split others into two teams to besiege from front and back."
"Do you understand?!"
A fierce shout!
Kvito trembled all over, instinctively answering, "Yes! Sir!"
In an instant.
From a god’s perspective, all the Exile Rebel Army mbers turned into green units. Kvito’s n saw him obeying orders and imdiately took up their weapons and shields.
Not far away.
Four people on four horses.
Severus watched, dumbfounded, the witch Anya widened her eyes, her delicate body trembled slightly, not knowing what she was thinking, but she was staring fixatedly at Duncan, the lone rider in the distance. The Crow Queen Triss, although she had long witnessed Duncan’s miraculous abilities, was also shocked and stood stunned, her beautiful eyes glowing with a strange light.
Within just a few minutes, the Exile Rebel Army seed to have beco Duncan’s subordinates, following his orders to attack the carriage formation from three sides.
Surround three and leave one!
Although they didn’t know why Duncan gave such orders, the disorganized, undisciplined Exile Rebel Army followed suit. They haphazardly began to regroup and launched a strong attack from three directions on the carriage formation, leaving only one direction unassailed.
The carriage formation was almost instantly thrown into chaos.
Kvito didn’t know what was happening. He just muddled his way up, blindly attacking the carriage formation as before, but didn’t understand why this ti the enemy’s resistance wasn’t as fierce, and they didn’t even dare to confront them head-on.
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