The Divine Hunter Chapter 44: Guide

"Yes, use a little more force, it's so cool!"

Roy sat back in the bathtub, the dwarf Stuttering Bernie's black-furred arms were squeezing his shoulders gently, with a fawning smile on his rough and red face.

"How do you feel...now...how do you feel now?"

"Yes, with this skill you can open a professional massage parlor in Carbon Mountain."

"Then, what about the debt I owe..."

"We'll talk about it later, you can't be relied upon anyway."

"Huh..." The big-tongued dwarf wiped away his sweat. He swore that he had never seen a man who played Gwent so weirdly. He always played unexpected cards, making it hard for his opponents to guard against.

The big-bellied Dave, who was in the top ten in all Carbon Mountain skills, knelt down ten times in a row and lost the first round.

Reluctantly, the remaining three people sat down and played against him for a few games. Without exception, they ended up in a disastrous defeat and lost a lot of money to him.

But Bernie was not convinced. This one-sided, big-tongued dwarf kept losing and lost all his underpants. He also had an extra arrears of 30 crowns, which was equivalent to one month's salary for him.

In the bathtub next to Bernie, Reagan shook his butt, as if he was insulted,

"Boy, you must not slander the credibility of the dwarves. Bernie will never deny it! We have bad tempers, but we have advantages that humans lack - not only are we majestic and masculine in appearance, but we are also dwarves who have grown up in the Carbon Mountains. They all attach great importance to credibility and loyalty! Anyone who dares to default on accounts in Gwent and gambling will never be able to gain a foothold in Carbon Mountain in the future!"

Roy nodded to show his respect.

He has heard about this for a long time. Although the Mahakam dwarves are greedy for money, most of them are loyal to their friends and keep their promises. The representative figure among them, Zoltan Ziva, risked his life to help Friend characters.

In addition, the dwarves have prospered in the business circle by virtue of their good reputation.

Zion Vanilli, Giancardi, and Vivaldi dwarf families are all leaders in the banking industry, whether it is Vizima, Beauclair, Vengerberg, Novigrad, or even the Dragon Mountains and the Blue Mountains , almost all big cities in the north have their branches.

It was precisely knowing this that he agreed to the "Old Carbon Mountain Rules" of the dwarves. If the opponent is a human or an elf, in a one-on-four situation, the chance of being rejected is too high!

"Roy, even if you win the first round, do you dare to follow us to the shooting range now and continue the second round?"

"Why don't you dare? It's still early." He had long wanted to see the dwarf crossbowman.

A few people changed their clothes neatly, but before leaving, Roy stopped his stammering, "Brother Bernie, if you promise to do me a favor, how about I forgive you this debt?"

"You...say...just say it!" The dwarf immediately blushed as if he had been given blood,

"Just stay in the bathhouse. If anyone comes to visit me, come to the shooting range and look for me. Don't miss anyone."

Although the dwarf was very curious about the other party's purpose, he didn't say much and agreed happily.

……

The group left the bathhouse, crossed Carbon Mountain Square, and headed to the martial arts field behind the main castle.

On the way, Roy frowned. A strange feeling came from behind him. He glanced out of the corner of his eye, but there was no ghost.

It was getting bright at this time, and there were more people nearby. Most of the male dwarves were wearing dirty thick cotton jackets, carrying shovels and hoes as they walked towards the mining area outside the fortress, while the women were carrying a huge container on their heads. Go back and forth between your own cave dwelling and the market in the corner of the square.

Not all dwarves have beards. 80% of men have beards, and less than 20% of women have thick body hair that is not inferior to men. There are also some with delicate features, but they still cannot escape the fate of being short and fat.

It is far from Roy's aesthetic.

"Boss Reagan, the income from work in Carbon Mountain doesn't seem to be high?" He originally thought that the dwarves in Mahakam were sitting on the "Golden Mountain" and that they were all wealthy people, but the Gwent game just now told him that the opposite was true. .

"You're right," the dwarf said without hesitation, "it only costs fifty or sixty crowns a month. After excluding the cost of wine and weapon maintenance, there is not much money left."

"Is the house in Tanshan expensive?" He looked at the densely packed cave dwellings and asked, "How long will it take for you to save to afford it?"

"Little brother, don't you understand this?" the dwarf said proudly, "People in Carbon Mountain do not need to spend money to buy houses. The elders give houses to all adults."

"But if anyone leaves Carbon Mountain without permission, the house will be taken back."

Roy was slightly envious. The great elder of Carbon Mountain also worked hard to retain the population.

"Are there many dwarves who leave Carbon Mountain to make a living?"

"Not many, but there are always a few every year."

While talking, they arrived at the martial arts arena.

This fenced-in venue is very wide and divided into several parts.

At the end stood a shooting range with a row of dummies, a weapons training ground with weapon racks, and a ring surrounded by wooden fences for close combat and sparring.

In one of the training grounds, there are about twenty strong dwarf guards undergoing daily training.

Wearing dusty chainmail armor with a layer of cotton armor underneath, they followed the instructions of the instructor in the front row and waved their weapons in a precise manner.

The heavy two-handed weapons were wielded freely in the hands of the guards. Even though they were short and fat, their moves were flexible and powerful.

Like small, sturdy fortresses, the two layers of armor can effectively block arrows, and the heavy two-handed weapons turn his physical disadvantage into an advantage. Once he is approached by these guys, he may not be able to last a few rounds.

"My frontal combat ability is useless."

The means that Roy can rely on in battle have always been very monotonous, mainly long-range shooting with crossbows. Although the accuracy of crossbows is supported by the perception attribute, the power is not enough, even if you include massacre and crossbow specialization. addition.

Unless it is shot in the face, it cannot cause much damage to the enemy.

The effective range is also a problem. Under normal circumstances, the accuracy is guaranteed within a hundred meters (30 meters). Once this distance is exceeded, the interference of wind direction and wind force will become more obvious.

The dwarf Reagan, who specializes in crossbows at LV5, is obviously a good learning target.

The shooting range was filled with human-shaped archery targets at different distances. After the four people entered the venue, Reagan stretched out his furry palms and felt them in mid-air for a moment.

Roy was surprised. Could it be that this guy could use the hair on his hands to test the wind direction and speed?

"Days with no wind or light wind are the best for shooting a few arrows. Come on, little brother, let me teach you your clever skills this time. See if your crossbow shooting skills are as good as the swordsmanship of a demon hunter Exquisite." Reagan borrowed two pairs of identical crossbows, threw one to Roy, and picked up the other.

"You are not old, your hands are not calloused, and your training time is obviously limited. I don't need to bully you with a time trial." Reagan raised his chest and raised his head, exuding unprecedented confidence, "I have been in the late 30s (9 meters). Start at the target, shoot from a distance to the right, and after shooting ten arrows, the one with the fewest misses wins. How?"

Roy hesitated and nodded.

"I'll go first."

"As you wish."

The crossbow and arrows that Reagan gave him were specially made according to dwarf standards.

The diameter of the crossbow's arm is four feet, which is much larger and heavier than the Gabriel that Roy originally obtained. Due to repeated use, the crossbow body made of pine wood was soaked with sweat and turned brown. The draw weight of the bow string is about sixty pounds, and it is a little difficult to pull the string and place the arrow with his strength.

He first chose the nearest 30-year-old target, held the crossbow body with his left hand, pressed the trigger with his right index finger, and fired the crossbow from a standing position.

Take a deep breath, then raise the crossbow body slightly, aim at the target star with your right eye, and then exhale slowly. In the short one or two seconds when the exhalation increases, the crossbow body will follow the exhalation The movement drops to a horizontal position, and the trigger is suddenly pulled.

"Whoosh——" A sharp sound broke through the air, and the human-shaped arrow target thirty feet away trembled violently. The powerful kinetic energy of the crossbow sent the arrow into the red heart with great accuracy.

Regan's gaze did not change, but Roy breathed a sigh of relief, shook his slightly numb arm, and began to prepare the second arrow.

In the following time, under the witness of everyone, the targets of 60 Chi, 90 Chi... 120 Chi all hit the target.

In a short period of time, Roy's forearms and legs began to feel sore after continuously pulling the string and placing arrows. After all, this crossbow was much heavier than the Briel he used for daily training, and he was not used to it.

In addition to boring crossbow shooting training on weekdays, there are few opportunities to compete with others, especially when the opponent is the excellent crossbow Regan. It is inevitable that the desire to win arises.

The next archery target gave him a wake-up call.

One hundred and fifty feet, it is estimated that there are nine rings, one hundred and eighty feet seven rings, two hundred and ten feet five rings, and two hundred and forty feet (72 meters) one ring.

Two hundred and seventy seconds later, completely missed! The second arrow still missed.

After the announcement of the ten arrows, beads of sweat slid down his forehead to his chin, his eyes darkened because of the continuous misses.

"Okay! Your accuracy is pretty good, and your standing crossbow shooting posture is also very standard. It can be seen that you have been systematically trained, but the time is too short... I have a few suggestions, are you willing to listen?"

"I'm about to ask you for advice."

Regan was holding the crossbow as if he was a different person. His back was slightly bent, his knees were slightly bent, his eyes became cold and sharp, and he hooked up a light crossbow arrow from the quiver with a hook of his fingers, and quickly pulled the string. Place the arrow, raise the crossbow and pull the trigger, a series of simple and neat movements without any redundancy.

Roy paused for a moment to pull the string and place the arrow, which was less than half of his time.

On the surface, the dwarf looks exactly the same as his standing shooting posture, but if you look closely, you can still find differences in details.

"Pay attention to the position of the crossbow."

Reagan lowered his head and began to aim.

Roy took a step back and observed the status of the dwarf and the crossbow.

"Three quarters."

The crossbow is located approximately three-quarters of the way from the bottom to the top of the dwarf's body, between the bottom of the neck and the collarbone. This is slightly different from my own crossbow shooting posture. The standard standing shooting posture has been adjusted by the dwarf to better suit his own style.

But Roy couldn't make these adjustments based on his shooting skills.

The dwarf's movements were fast and steady, and he shot three arrows easily and hit the bull's-eye.

"Do you have a custom crossbow?"

"Yes."

"Why don't I see you carrying it with you?"

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone, and he quietly pulled the trigger with his right hand, causing the center of the arrow target 210 feet away to tremble.

"The most basic quality of a good crossbowman is to keep the crossbow close to your body. You must take it with you whether you are eating or sleeping." There was a hint of tenderness in the dwarf's black eyes, as if he was thinking of his lover, and the movements of his hands were not affected. , "You have to develop a tacit understanding with it, understand every inch of its structure, and you can see it clearly even if you close your eyes. The more familiar you are with it, the faster you will be in battle."

Regan spoke in a low voice, and showed an impressive shooting speed. One arrow after another, with no obvious aiming time, he hit five bullseyes from 240 to 300 feet in a row, and captured without any suspense. won.

Roy was convinced. The opponent's perception attribute was the same as his at 7 points. He could see the target no better than him, but his control over the crossbow was far beyond his.

"You have to care for and maintain it like an arm. A durable weapon is the crossbowman's life~IndoMTL.com~Be sure to cherish it."

The dwarf took a fine long-necked oil bottle and carefully greased the arrow path, crossbow blades and trigger. "

"Under normal circumstances, the Mahakam standard crossbow can be used for several years, but there is a prerequisite. Every time the continuous shooting reaches one hundred arrows, it must be maintained. Do not dry-shoot or wind it for too long. Otherwise, the damage will accumulate and use Life span will be significantly shortened."

"If you don't know how to maintain it, and your crossbow breaks down suddenly on the battlefield, you will pay the price with your life."

Roy was convinced.

"No wonder Leisuo has to clean and oil his weapons every time after a battle. I never paid much attention to it."

The other party's words really benefited him a lot. If he also has experience in crossbow specialization, a lot of "plus signs" will emerge.

Roy thought again about the crossbow he brought out from Kaye, which had never been maintained from beginning to end, and immediately asked for a bottle of care oil.

"Now we are tied." Reagan smiled heartily, brushing away Quint's depression of being abused in the game, "I can't wait to compare my drinking capacity with you... Did the Great Elder promise that you would have enough food and wine?"

Roy nodded, feeling amused. It turned out that this guy had been planning to get free drinks.

Dulu and Diff came over with greedy expressions, and the wine hit their Achilles heel.

"How about the third game tomorrow morning? Our four brothers have to stand guard from afternoon to early morning."

"Then as you wish, let's meet in the bathhouse." Roy readily agreed and made friends with a few people with free drinks. Why not.

"Haha, that's good enough. I'm starting to like you now, kid. Remember to oil my 'darling' when you go back and take good care of it. I won't spare you if it gets damaged!"

"Let's go to the bathhouse first and call that idiot Bernie back!"