" Lu..."
The bird on the branch was about to fly, but the next second, it was hit by a long arrow and fell down the tree softly. The elves under the tree picked it up, and the blond hair was reflected beautifully by the moonlight.
Apollo made bows and arrows out of wood and bird feathers in his spare time. Lucia had only seen such weapons in picture books, and she was quite curious about the bow carried by the elf - compared to a long sword, hunting with a bow seems more convenient.
But she has never learned archery, so I"m afraid she doesn"t have such a good shot. Lucia withdrew her gaze, her expression suddenly startled.
The sound of the wind seemed to be silent for a moment, and the call that was covered up by various sounds in the forest rang clearly in her ears.
- Lady Luci
