Not only he saw it.
The surrounding bandits with gloomy expressions also saw the figure of the shadowy woman.
Including Hall, who sat on the log!
Hallâs gaze was fixed on the shadowy woman, and a look of fear emerged in his originally hollow eyes.
He wanted to stand up.
But realized at that moment, he had already lost the power to stand...
Like an old man approaching his death.
Hallâs gaze shifted to Anthony beside him, and with difficult and intermittent words, he spoke.
"An... Anthony... my lord..."
"Please... save me..."
"I really... donât want to die..."
Anthony heard Hallâs voice, Fan Ke heard Hallâs voice, even Tyrone heard Hallâs voice.
But they made no move.
Silently and quietly waiting for the shadowy woman to approach.
The shadowy woman walked closer and closer.
Perhaps due to extreme panic, Hallâs body began to sway.
He seemed to use all his strength to stretch out his right hand and grasp Anthonyâs arm armor.
Hallâs purple-black lips moved: "My lord... save me!"
Anthony still made no sound or movement.
Hall wanted to struggle to say something else, but the shadowy woman had already reached his side.
A slender right hand fell upon his shoulder.
Hallâs body trembled rapidly, suddenly standing up and running forward.
The shadowy woman stood still in place, staring straight at Hallâs back.
In the next moment.
The shadowy woman transformed into pitch-black lines, flying towards Hall amidst the terrified eyes of the bandits.
Boer, bound to a tree, looked at Hall coming towards him, and his heart also became terrified.
A few pitch-black lines surpassed Hall and, in his frightened gaze, turned mid-air, drilling into his mouth, nose, ears, and mouth.
Like the sound of a drowning âUluâ from Hallâs mouth.
Hall wanted to raise his hand to stop them, but found it was to no avail.
Only a few seconds passed.
Hallâs head drooped, weakly kneeling on the ground soil.
Watching this scene.
Boerâs heart was aghast, forcing himself to swallow.
He never dreamed that within the Iron Blood Brotherhood Bandit Corps there existed such a strange and terrifying presence.
Until now, Hall finally understood why the Storm Mercenaries, who were clearly stronger than the Iron Blood Brotherhood, would join them.
And understood why the Iron Blood Brotherhood knew that Master Lynnâs territory contained things they wanted.
All mysteries could be attributed to the unknown.
Ugh!
A hurried gasp sounded again from Hallâs mouth.
Simultaneously, Hallâs drooping head also lifted, facing the night sky above.
Boer understood that the shadowy woman had seized control of Hallâs body!
When Hall stood up, his hollow eyes were already shrouded in pitch-black...
Suddenly.
Hallâs head turned, looking at Boer bound to the tree trunk.
Boerâs heart was aghast; he hurriedly lowered his head.
Hallâs stiff body seemed coated with animal grease, becoming nimble and agile.
He stepped forward towards Boer, a sharp voice like a womanâs mixed with a manâs voice emerged from his mouth.
"Isnât this Lord Boer Hansen? Why are you tied to a tree?"
Instantly recognizing his identity, immediately uttering his name?
A bold idea appeared in Boerâs mind.
Itâs because of the shadowy womanâs instructions that these bandits targeted Master Lynn!
With this thought, Boerâs conviction grew stronger.
It must be so!
As Hall spoke, Anthony and Fan Ke stepped forward behind him.
Anthony said nothing, while Fan Ke respectfully called out: "My lord..."
Upon hearing the call, Hall turned to look at her and inquired: "How long have you kept him captured?"
Fan Ke explained: "Five hours now!"
"Logically, if the Lord behind the city walls knew Boer was captured and wanted rescue, they should have arrived at this forest with the riding speed..."
"But even now, none of the scouts we sent out have returned to report information..."
Hall fell silent.
Boer heard this, feeling a faint disappointment, soon replaced by relief.
He didnât know the true armed soldiers Master Lynn possessed.
However, faced with bandits surrounding from front to back, even with armorâs sturdiness and the long spearâs might, it would come at a heavy cost!
A few seconds later.
Hallâs pitch-black gaze glanced again at Boer, "It seems the lord is even more stable than I imagined."
He withdrew his gaze, looking at Anthony who hadnât spoken, speaking: "Lord Anthony, since thatâs the case... shall we begin implementing your plan?"
Anthonyâs brow raised; he said nothing, turning to walk towards the bonfire behind him.
As he walked, he let out a low, forceful shout.
"Everyone, gather."
Under Anthonyâs words, the bandits sitting around the bonfire stirred.
They stood up, finding empty ground to stand, stationed before Anthony.
Minutes later.
The open space beside the bonfire was filled with figures.
Anthonyâs gaze swept across their tense and bewildered faces; his heart was filled with contempt.