Don bent down and picked up the boots. They looked familiar, these were the Loess Mountain Leather Boots, except the unsealed attribute on this pair added a hundred HP instead of the movement speed bonus he'd gotten earlier. He tossed them straight into his inventory. He'd deal with them later.
A duel-to-the-death challenge arrived almost immediately. Damon Teague this time.
Don couldn't help sighing. 'These kids really are courting death.'
He clicked confirm.
Damon Teague backed up a few steps into the crowd, clearly trying to avoid a direct melee attack. Don didn't chase. Instead, he locked his gaze on him. The distance between them was about twenty meters, right at the effective range of a mage.
But just as the countdown ticked down to its final second, the situation shifted. Don whipped the Larsel Bow off his back, drew the string taut in a single motion, aimed, and released.
Damon had already completed half of his ice arrow spell.
