"How do you feel?"
"I'm fine, my lord."
Losa's eyes revealed a clear sense of admiration: "I feel like I can even shoot down an eagle in the sky now."
Losa thought to himself, shooting down an eagle should be impossible, just like how I felt incredibly strong after adding some points, but actually only increased by three points.
He instructed, "Then try your bow, Leonard, bring the scrap armor I asked you to bring, and fix it two hundred yards away."
Losa took an arrow and set it on the bowstring.
He drew the bowstring, and his face showed a look of surprise.
Finally, his face turned red from exertion, and the bowstring was only drawn a third of the way!
Thud!
The arrow missed its target, grazing past the scale armor sheet fixed to the side, flying who knows where.
His face flushed: "My lord, I don't have enough strength to draw this bow."
Losa frowned.
Is it because this bow was originally used by Woodland Elf Archers and not meant for ordinary soldiers?
