CHAPTER 65

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CHAPTER 65

I downed two more, 16 remaining, and this time, I wasn't going to run away yet. I let them get close to me while pretending to run so they wouldn't know I was planning something. Five of them were right after me, and the others were trying to surround me to block my way.

I allowed the distance between us to shorten to 20 meters, and at this time, I cast the sambrar (fog cloud) spell and, at the same time, threw two smoke bombs so that they would think the source of the fog was the bombs.

As soon as a 20-meter smoke screen surrounded me, I changed my position and started running toward the five knights while shooting arrows at them one after the other. I shot five arrows, but I could only hit 3 of them because they were moving very erratically. After all, they were blinded.

I decided not to waste more arrows and quietly approached the remaining two. I came from behind one of the knights and struck his right leg from behind with my sword. He cried out in pain, and the moment he fell to one knee, I promptly struck him on the neck with the pommel, knocking him unconscious.

The other one in the fog heard his friend's cry of pain and came towards the direction the voice had come from, but I had already disappeared into the fog. As the flanking knights saw their plans backfire, they began to rush toward the fog, but they were at least 20 meters away, and I was already done.

Not wanting to linger any longer, I prepared a Tegon (earth ball) half the size of my fist and shot the last knight right in the helm through the fog. As the stone touched the helmet, there was a very loud ding, and the knight made a muffled sound and fell to the ground.

When the remaining knights arrived, I was already 20 meters away and disappearing among the trees, but I could feel people about 10 meters away. These must be Lord Stark and Sir Rodrik's group, and I continued running toward them without hesitation.

POV NED STARK

We were about 20 or 30 meters from the fight, and from an elevated position, we could clearly see what was going on until the smoke grenade went off, but what I saw was not a fight but a one-sided massacre. Aermir was hunting my knights one by one like ducks.

At that moment, I saw Aermir emerge from the fog and head toward us. He quickly approached me and said.

"My lord, nine down eleven to go. If you don't mind, I'm in need of this high ground."

He was smiling, he wasn't in a hurry, or he wasn't anxious. If I had to describe him with a few words, I would say he is having fun. He had been running non-stop for the last 20 or 30 minutes, but he wasn't even breathing heavily. He was breathing so calmly that you would think he was having a pleasant stroll in the forest.

He got right next to us and began to wait for the knights. The remaining knights were shouting in confusion, and we couldn't quite understand what they were saying. But it was clear as a day that they were not happy. Aermir was already aiming towards them when they emerged from the fog, but how does he plan to hit them from 30-40 meters away with cloth-tipped arrows? He'll be wasting his arrows right now; he should have waited for them to get closer.

I've never seen arrows held the way he does. The hand with which he drew the arrow had an arrow between each finger, so apart from the arrow he knocked into the bow, he had three more arrows between his fingers.

Just as he was about to start shooting, he whispered something, and a strong wind began to blow toward the knights, and he sent arrows one after another, but I had never seen such a fast shooting; it was like four arrows were shot at the same time.

Every knight who came out of the fog was shot in the chest. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry at this situation; even nature was helping him. Thanks to the wind, all his arrows were able to find their target. How can one person have so much luck on top of so much talent? Four arrows and four knights were down. Right that moment, while cheering, he said

"Yes! Bullseye!!"

then pulled four more arrows from his quiver and started waiting for more knights. The knights didn't even know where the arrows came from. We could see them through the trees, but they were unable to. He shoots four more times like lightning fast, but 2 of them miss the mark this time. He looked at me, face beaming with a smile, and said.

"Two more down, my lord, but 2 of them didn't move as I predicted." 5 knights were left, I was looking at this ten name-day old child's face, but what I was seeing was not a child, it was a monster, and it was a monster that was playing with my knights like they were two name-days-old toddlers.

The remaining five knights had finally realized where Aermir was. They were trying to get close to him, zigzagging and hiding behind trees, and Aermir was following them closely and trying to target them. This time he was shooting not all four arrows at once but one by one. he managed to hit two more of them, but all of his arrows were spent.

He took out two smoke bombs from the pouch at his waist and threw them toward the incoming knights, all of whom were covered with fog in an instant. Aermir too quickly plunged into the fog. There were shouts and bitter cries from within the fog, but we couldn't see anything. After 5 minutes, the shouts in the fog gave way to muffled groans, and the fog started to slowly dissipate due to the blowing wind.

I had only one thing in mind when I saw that Aermir was the only one standing tall when the fog had dissipated entirely. I wasn't raising the future Arthur Dayne. I was raising a one-man army.