Lynn burst into tears when he heard Baldwin's tale.

Sadly, his tribe had been undergoing miserable circumstances before he was even born. The two annihilating attacks were carried out by the Seconborn of the dragon clan, Harbonok. Not only his parents, but his grandparents had also died in the hands of the dragonborn.

Now, he had a great hatred for the dragonkind. Even if Harbonok smashed his body into ten thousand pieces, it would not be enough to eliminate the hatred in his heart. He looked up to the sky, and shouted. "Harbonok, I, Lynn, have a blood grudge against you in this life!"

"Things are far from over, child." Baldwin sighed, and his eyes became cloudy as he continue to tell the tale. "When Harbonok's dragon eye attack hit me, I thought I was dead..."

***

Harbonok's Dragon Eye was a mental attack which was hard to guard against. He could turn the affected person into a stooge and manipulate the person's behavior, turning the person into a puppet of the dragon. And no matter the outcome, this person would be dead within a few days due to mental breakdown.

Baldwin only felt his consciousness floating out of his body. His body became lighter and lighter, as it continued to float upward. His surroundings were shrouded in white light, and his consciousness gradually disappeared in this ocean of white light.

When he finally woke up, he felt very different. He had thought he would never be able to wake up again. Seeing that the forest where he now found himself wasn't the same one where the Ironwood tribe was located, his first thought was that he was dead. The place seemed so unfamiliar to him.

After he struggled to stand up, he was stunned by what he saw. All around him were dead people in the same but strange costume.

Some had big holes in their heads, and the skulls in their heads could be clearly seen. Another set had their bodies riddled with arrows that pierced their bodies to the other side. Others had their intestines drooping out of their stomachs and so on. There were scenes of dead people everywhere.

Baldwin was completely stunned. Was this the legendary hell he had been hearing about? No, he shouldn't be here. He had done nothing to deserve a place like this.

He decided he had to leave this forsaken place quickly, but found that the essence in his body had disappeared. Nothing was left. Instantly, he knew he was in serious trouble.

Upon a closer look at himself, he found that he was wearing the same clothes as those of the dead. Was this what the dead wear?

Startled, he quickly ran towards the forest in the near distance, thinking to himself: If I could escape from this place, maybe I won't become as dead as them at some point.

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After fleeing into the woods, he continued running until he has left the terrifying vicinity of the dead people. He was heaving a sigh of relief when he heard the sounds of people shouting with the intent to kill. Another battleground?

He climbed up the slope of a hill for a view, and was once again shocked by the sight in front of him.

Everyone in the distance was holding different shapes of bow-like weapons that would shoot many arrows at once, or a single but extremely powerful arrow. And every time after the shooting of the arrows, they would launch at a speed that was unbelievable. The people were barely using their swords. With weapons like these bows, why would they use their swords?

At this point, people on both sides were constantly shooting each other with arrows. Bodies continued to fall to the ground and die after being hit.

There was also a bow weapon that would continuously emit a burst of powerful arrows at a tims, and the people on the opposite side would die one by one under the raging power of this weapon. This scene was even more terrifying than the attack of the antherions.

Were these the demons of hell? Baldwin began to feel the hands of fright. So he lay on the top of the dirt slope, carefully hiding himself from these demons.

From his vantage point on the hill, he could clearly see the battlefield below. Those demons with the same physique as the humans kept shooting arrows from the differently shaped bows. Other demons would occasionally flicked their hands, and then a huge fireball, powerful enough to rival that of an electrum fire mage.

The people on the opposite side also fought back with the same intensity while retreating, dealing as much damage as they received.

So, one by one, people on both sides kept falling down until there was no one left alive.

Carefully, Baldwin detoured back to where he came from. But he noticed that this was not the same place where he woke up, yet the scene was the same. There were dead humans everywhere, but no demons. Where were the demons? Or was he hallucinating?

After confirming they were indeed human beings, not demons, the fear in his heart receded. He picked up a dropped Wishender bow and studied it repeatedly. What kind of weapon is this? How could a bow and arrow be so powerful?

At the middle of the bow, above the riser, was a bronze chamber. What could be the purpose of this thing? Then, based on his memory of how the bow was used just now, he placed a found arrow on the string of the bow and aimed at a target in front of him. When the arrow touched the chamber, it vibrated lightly in his hand. Could this chamber hold the key to the mystery?

With a twanging sound, the arrow flew out with great force.

Due to his inexperience using this weapon, Baldwin was shocked by the sound of the arrow's impact, and immediately squatted down, and after a while, seeing that there was no movement around, he stood up again and found another bow of different shape to study. What a magical world to be able to invent such powerful weapons?

It was at this time that he realized that he must have been transported to another world. Whether it was a dream world or not, the good study habits that he usually developed prompted him to immediately put his mind on the study of these bows.

For safety's sake, Baldwin moved the twenty different bows he had collected to the distant woods. He found a place to hide and began to study them carefully.

He didn't know how long it took, but he soon saw a bright moon hanging in the sky like a silver plate. The surrounding scenery was faintly discernible, emitting a soft, dim light.