Chapter 3 Holy Land_2

The newly arrived rider galloped excitedly to the standoff between the two men. Seeing that Chilian had only a scimitar but no bow and arrows, he was overjoyed. However, upon noticing his elder brother hesitating to make a move, he grew puzzled.

But he quickly made up his mind—not to overthink it.

The newcomer untied the bowstring, strung his bow, and volunteered: "[Herde Language] If Brother won't act, then I will!"

But his elder brother pressed down on his horn bow.

The young boy looked at his brother in confusion, but the young man merely shook his head.

"Wait." The young man signaled his younger brother with his eyes.

Chilian, unable to find death even when seeking it, threw his head back and let out an anguished roar. He wiped his tears haphazardly, climbed onto his horse, and stubbornly headed into the depths of the mountains.

The two brothers trailing him neither stopped nor helped him, merely keeping a measured distance behind.