417, the arrow is shot, the enemy's courage freezes

The orcish youths instantly lit up with excitement.

They didn't care who their target was, nor how many there were.

As long as there was a chance to go berserk, they wouldn't miss it.

The sound of the wind whipped up by their mad dash along the hunting trail was, to them, the greatest pleasure.

"waaaaagh!"

"waaaagh!"

The chorus of "waaaagh" filled the air.

Bai E shook his head helplessly and took the bow slung at his waist.

With a light flick, the mechanism unfolded.

There was a concept that had been brewing in his mind for a long time, never finding a suitable target.

Spiritual Energy came from the heart, and without a sufficiently strong practical target, summoning it during ordinary training just wasn't as satisfying.

Now was the chance to test it out.

Four fine-steel arrows were placed on the bowstring at the same time, their black diamond-shaped tips reflecting a cold, sharp metallic sheen in the sunlight.