The Divine Hunter Chapter 8: Arrow in the dark night
Dense will-o'-the-wisps wandered around, which were batches of wolves with mottled fur and lean bodies.
Under the threat of fire, they surrounded the five people at a short distance, grinning and growling at them, as if they were ready to pounce at any time.
At a rough glance, there were about twenty of them, and their calf-like figure made people look down on them.
Everyone subconsciously formed a circle and drew out the steel swords at their waists.
Roy was spontaneously protected by four big men. Opposite him was a pack of wolves less than thirty feet away. He could smell the smell of moldy and spoiled flesh and blood from the wolves.
His pupils were occupied by a pair of cruel eyes full of **** for flesh and blood.
No matter where I have seen these wild predators, nothing can compare to the shock of personal contact!
Uncontrollably, he felt his body begin to tremble slightly. The wolves were by no means the anesthetic and tied animals in the slaughterhouse. The fangs and claws of this group of predators can easily tear through human skin.
"Be careful, everyone, the beasts are cunning!" One-eyed Jack slowly waved the torch to drive away the wolves. This old sailor had obviously experienced a lot of battles when he was young. There was no fear on his face and he looked particularly calm.
The butcher and the night watchman are all people who have seen blood, and their hands holding the steel sword are very steady.
The blacksmith stared at the wolves with his brown eyes looking fiercely at the surrounding wolves. He held the steel sword in both hands and placed it on his right waist, with the blade tilting upward like a plow for plowing the land.
With a straight spine, a relaxed body, a slight bow, the tip of his left foot is pointed at the wolves, and his right foot is pointed out at a 45-degree angle. This Skellige citizen has obviously received professional swordsmanship training. The posture of holding the sword and the movement of swinging the sword are precise and smooth.
Among the entire team, only Roy performed the worst, with his face turning pale and cold sweat on his forehead.
"Guys, follow me and move forward slowly. Don't panic, don't run." Following Jack's steady voice, everyone moved slowly toward the cemetery like a small fortress.
Unexpectedly, just after taking two or three steps, the wolves were enraged, howling loudly, and the wolves standing at the front rushed over like a gust of wind.
"Get out!" Jack roared angrily and kicked the wolf on the head. At the same time, the bright white steel sword in his right hand drew an arc in the night sky and hit the wolf's thigh.
The guy who rushed towards me let out a scream and limped back.
"You bastard, you think I'm no longer useful when I get old?" One-eyed Jack didn't want to let it go so easily, but his wolf companions took over in time to block his sword, not just one, but two. They grinned at him, and this time they learned the lesson. Instead of charging directly, they ran around Old Jack, as if observing his weaknesses.
Old Jack frantically waved the torch in his left hand and the steel sword in his right hand to threaten, but after all, he was old and could not hold on for long. Soon the sweat fell from his forehead and his movements became more difficult.
At this time, the butcher, blacksmith, and night watchman were each facing two or three wolves, and they were too busy to take care of themselves, and had no time to support him for the time being.
Outside the nearby fighting area, there are several wolves hiding in the shadows, pacing their paws like a show, ready for support at any time.
If you stay too long, you will lose!
In fact, in just five minutes, the oldest Jack was accidentally scratched on the waist by a claw, and a **** wound appeared on his body. He reluctantly slashed the attacker with a sword, but he ran out of strength. The two wolves hit him again, and he lost his balance and fell to the side.
The ghostly wolf shadow instantly pressed on him and opened his **** mouth.
"I didn't expect that I would die at the mouth of a group of beasts." The thought flashed in Old Jack's mind, and a sharp sound breaking through the air suddenly sounded in his ears, followed by the muffled sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.
He got up and glanced around, and saw an arrow stuck in the side of the waist of the guy who had just pinned him down, and he was limply losing his life.
"Old Jack, get out of the way..." The half-grown man behind him was kneeling on one knee, holding "Gabriel" in one hand and pulling the trigger with the other. The intense tension and fear made him sweat profusely, even his lips. All trembling.
As soon as the battle began, Roy took out the hand crossbow from space, but the wolves moved too fast and the light was dim at night. It was not until just now that he found the first opportunity.
Fortunately, the arrow hit the target.
The moment the arrow hit the wolf's waist, Roy clearly saw a flash of purple light. "Is this... massacre?"
He could probably guess that the light was the damage added by the skill.
Wolves are undoubtedly within the hunting range of "Slaughter"!
When I thought of this, I felt a little more confident in my heart, and the trembling in my body disappeared... He stringed the bow and shot at the other guy who was entangled with Old Jack.
"Whoosh——"
The sharp and subtle sound of breaking through the air sounded again, like the sickle wielded by the **** of death. With the second arrow, another wolf fell to the ground with a howl.
Roy's 6-point perception was brought to its extreme.
He felt that his heart was pounding and about to jump out of his chest, and his right hand was limp and weak. The experience value increased by 20 points, becoming 23/500, which meant that a wolf represented 10 experience points.
These two arrows boosted the morale of the Night Watch, but the wolves were negatively affected and their offensive slowed down.
Taking advantage of this gap, Roy shot another arrow in the thigh of the guy fighting with the blacksmith. When the blacksmith saw this, he was like an angry lion. His muscular arm raised the steel sword high and slashed down suddenly, cutting it into two pieces with one sword strike.
Kicking open the **** remains, the blacksmith beat his chest and roared with a blood-soaked face.
At this time, the wolf's encirclement has been broken. The blacksmith stood at the front with a steel sword in both hands. The few people behind him gave up the attack and turned to complete defense. They swung their swords to block the approaching wolf shadow. Roy, on the other hand, was in the protective circle, as the main output, and kept firing cold arrows. After shooting 20 arrows, there were 5 more wolf corpses on the ground. The wolf pack was seriously reduced, and the remaining ones finally realized that hard bones are hard to chew. , gave up the attack, and fled back into the deep night with his tail between his legs.
Almost at the same time, the five of them let out a long sigh of relief and fell down on the grass. In just ten minutes of fighting, they all exhausted their strength. Except for Roy, everyone was more or less injured, but they were all minor injuries. After returning to the village and bandaging them up, they would be fine after a while of training.
Roy rested for a moment, regained his composure, and looked at the four men around him who were covered in blood and in a state of embarrassment, feeling a surge of pride in his heart.
"We survived."
"Haha, it seems that after tonight, Old Jack has another story to brag about." Old Jack grinned in pain and slapped Roy on the shoulder, "You are very good! You were actually I thought you would scare the **** out of me and drag down the team. I didn’t expect that tonight was all thanks to you. I don’t care that you cheated me of so many crowns!”
Several men felt the same way, and found it incredible. There were a total of fifteen wolf corpses on the ground, and nearly half of them were shot or killed by this half-grown boy. When they were thirteen years old, most of them were still naughty and mischievous. The naughty kid, not even Skellige's Pusig, has never achieved such a brilliant record in one night.
The blacksmith couldn't help but sigh, "Fortunately, I sold you the crossbow last time, otherwise no one would be able to go back today. Roy, tell the truth to uncle, you were adopted by the old Moore couple, right? There must be elves, or elves in your ancestors. The blood of dwarves. Human archers are not as accurate as this!"
Roy smiled and took the time to retrieve the arrow from the wolf corpse.
He can never tell others his secrets. And he had to admit that this battle had a lot of luck involved. After all, it was his first time to use the crossbow in a serious battle. The wolf moved very fast, and it was extremely difficult for his dynamic vision to follow.
Next time, if he can hit one-third of the targets, it will be great!
He joked casually, "I told you that I am favored by the goddess of luck. Even if I aim at the air, I can still hit the target." Then he glanced at the experience value (73/500). Sure enough, the wild is the best place to farm. A place for experience. But like tonight, being protected by four strong men, there are very few opportunities to shoot cold arrows without any pressure.
Nightwatchman Thomas glanced at the pocket crossbow on his wrist and warned, "This is a 'Gabriel'. It is fully automatic and can be operated with one hand. It is very suitable for your self-defense weapon. Keep it well." , don’t lose it. And don’t show it off in front of the soldiers."
Roy nodded.
"How are you feeling?" Fletcher interrupted the conversation of several people. There was a wound on his left forearm, and the anxiety on his face had not dissipated. "Can you continue on your way? I'm afraid...Bran Dong can’t wait any longer.”
"Of course we must continue!" Pusig wiped off the blood on the steel sword with his sleeve and put the sword into its sheath. "Victory is in front of you. If you give up that child, the goddess Melitelli will punish you!"
Everyone stood up in silence and headed towards the cemetery again. The rest of the road was calm and they encountered no more danger.
"Fletcher, come out quickly, daddy is here to pick you up!"
The butcher was still some distance away from the cemetery when he couldn't help shouting into the cemetery.
The hearts of several people were raised, and they prayed for a response.
"I feel something is wrong." When everyone entered the gravel cemetery wall, Roy suddenly spoke.
Vaguely, he had the same feeling as when he encountered a pack of wolves. ~IndoMTL.com~ After the perception exceeds that of ordinary people, it is indeed very practical.
It was so quiet. There were hundreds of corpses buried in the huge cemetery among the rusty iron fences. There were many tombstones in the night, which gave off an eerie and strange feeling.
And right in the center of the cemetery, there is a low house built, which is where the old gravekeeper Gongger lives.
"Something's wrong, be quiet, Fletcher!" The night watchman waved his hand to signal several people to stop.
Everyone lowered their voices.
"You shouted so loudly, even if the child wasn't in the cemetery, Old Gongger should have heard it."
"No, the child is in the house! Gongger must have taken him in, they are fast asleep now, yes, I want to go in!"
"What is that?!" Roy suddenly exclaimed, attracting everyone's attention. Following the direction of his finger, everyone saw a strange pothole appearing on the grass outside the cemetery.
"This is a new grave, the grave of the villagers who were buried just last month."
"I remember the good old guy who buried Chris."
A few people took a closer look and saw that the lonely stone tablet had been pushed aside, and the place where the body was originally buried was empty.
Where does the body go? What dug the grave again?
"This..."
Roy turned around, and there was more than one pothole nearby, and several graves had been dug up.
"That wicked **** actually dared to desecrate the dead and steal their belongings?" Pusig frowned and muttered. "Are the gravekeepers freeloaders?"
Roy shook his head. He noticed that Old Jack's face had become more serious and ugly than ever before, and he began to retreat quietly.
"I don't feel like this is something done by a human being?"
A bone-chilling chill surged into my heart.