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As seventy to eighty storm crows met their deaths, Zenina, cloaked in black and many kilometers away, swayed slightly.
These storm crows had been the subjects of her witchcraft "Eye of the Crow," so at this moment, she experienced a certain degree of witchcraft backlash.
She frowned and massaged her temples:
"Lord Wexman, perhaps I have located that Rein."
"But strangely, he doesn't match the description you gave me. It seems he's an archer, and just now, he shot over eighty of my storm crows in a very short amount of time."
"Hmm? An archer?" Zenina heard Wexman say, taken aback.
He knew well, for just two days ago, Nehru had detailed to him that he was dealing with a young Great Knight adept with a Two-Handed Warhammer, not an archer.
This discrepancy between the intelligence and the reality was quite rare.
It instantly made the battle-hardened Wexman vigilant.
At the same time, Wexman thought of something and asked:
