Roland moved swiftly, nimbly dodging the incoming fire arrows. He sprinted toward the dormitory, his brow furrowed in deep thought.
'Are Demons attacking?'
'No... Demons aren't supposed to use Arrows...'
In Roland's past combat experience, Demons like Kobolds and Gnolls all preferred close-quarters combat.
Even the most cunning goblins would, at most, hide in the rear and throw stones. He had never seen them use Long-Range Weapons that required skill, like a Bow and Arrow.
'If it's not Demons... then it must be a human army.'
'Judging by the number of fire arrows, the attacking army must be quite large...'
As this thought crossed his mind, Roland kept moving.
Once inside the dormitory, he deftly slipped on his Chain Armor, strapped the Short Bow to his waist, secured the Quiver to his back, and, Iron Sword in hand, raced toward the manor's main gate.
As the saying goes, when the nest is overturned, no egg remains unbroken.
