The First Phase (8)

Oldie pulled Conan by his waist and skillfully dodged the incoming arrows that Samuel bestowed on the sky. He was a crazy maniac who even launched his arrow attack mindlessly despite having his subordinate on the battleground.

‘Crazy!’

Both Conan and Oldie spoke the same thing while dodging any arrows that cut the wind and stomped straight to the innocent ground.

“Fucking hell! What is wrong with him?” Conan shielded his head with his arm while being hugged through the waist by Oldie who did most of the job.

“I don’t know myself.” Oldie groaned. His eyes filled with Mina’s face as if he was facing an early death.

But then, he saw a few teammates who were lagging behind.

“HEY! FIND A SHELTER OR DODGE THE ARROW PROPERLY!”

Conan could only flash his benign smile. Looking at the mess created by the man above, he sensed some ominous feeling at the back. He turned his head to see the werebear that still lined up a few meters from the camp base were looking at Samuel with fire in their eyes.