The Astarte of the B

Even while falling backwards in a heap, their hands and feet were still moving back relentlessly.,A man on horseback bent over, grabbing the tail of a crossbow bolt as he passed by a farmer. He pulled the body of the dog out of the field.,Lan En's face, as pale as ice, showed no sign of change. He spurred his horse forward, "We shouldn't draw attention to ourselves any longer, Bolten. You know what the situation is."。