There was silence all around as an earthy hare probed its way out of its burrow, looking around warily, its soft body stretched forward and instantly burrowed back in. A moment later, finding nothing unusual, it poked its head out once more, this time with its furry head sticking out of the grass. Hares never eat the grass at the mouth of their burrows, and it had very powerful hind legs, scampering its body forward with little effort to stomp.
At this moment, it seemed to sense an unusual silence around it, and suddenly it became very alert, with its three-petalled mouth still eating grass, but its body already scurrying towards the mouth of the burrow, a jump of two or three metres.
"Bang"!
It felt like another me travelling through a time warp, surrounded by light. Then I realised that it was because of the little bit of magic power I had attached to the brass pea that had been shot. My unusually sharp mental energy transmitted all the conditions within a metre of the pea to my mind in a very unique way of information, which then slowly formed a picture in my mental sea, and I could clearly feel the topography and the vegetation around the place where the pea had passed, and finally the hare that I had aimed at, which had just crawled out of its nest and was apparently alert enough to spot me. But it was a step too late, and by the time it scurried towards the hole in the ground, my bullet had already been fired.
But this time I was unlucky, no! To be precise it should be that I had a slight problem with my marksmanship, well I am indeed a novice with firearms, a rookie. Although my aim was second to the hare, my magical perception followed that copper pea as it shot out into the distance, and I could clearly feel the trajectory of the pea, and it was clear that it was not destined to hit the hare, and I shot a little off.
It was an amazing sensation, the moment the shot was fired a huge amount of information was transmitted to my mind, forming a three dimensional picture in the shape of what looked like a caterpillar, with the whole copper pea running through the very centre of the picture, this was the trajectory of the copper pea. I could feel that the hare was a good distance away from this copper pea, about three body lengths away.
"Shit!" I cursed out in chagrin.
The next moment, the pea shot into the grass with a "whoosh" and a burst of flame and sparks burst out. It was like a thunderbolt exploding in front of the hare, instantly scorching the grass around it.
The hare was so frightened that it dared not flee in the direction of the burrow, but turned around and ran deeper into the meadow, its earthy figure fading in and out of the grass.
I hastily pushed open the magazine, pressed a copper pea into it, raised the gun and aimed again, this time the trajectory of the pea once again appeared in my mind, overlapping with the muzzle of the shotgun in my hand, and to my amazement this time I actually predicted in my mind the distant drop point, the drop point was so clear that I continued shooting without another word!
"Nyah!"
The hare was scared out of its wits and ran as fast as it could, but the hare was scared out of its wits and ran around the meadow, but not into the hole.
I lifted my silver plated shotgun and with only my first two wonderful shots, I injected a small amount of magic into the shotgun and the trigger gradually lit up. "The bronze pea spun through the air at high speed, the hot flame on top of the pea rubbed the air with sparks, like a gunpowder bomb slamming into the hare, and the panicked hare was foolish enough to leap forward directly into my predicted position, the pea shot directly from the front of the chest into the hare's abdomen.
The hare's body burst into flames and exploded with a bang, like a balloon broken by a needle, into a pile of charred flesh, with blue flames flying everywhere.
I looked dumbfounded at the tragic situation in the distance and was dumbfounded. I looked at the silver plated hunting rifle in my hand, thinking to myself that it was not as powerful as the wolves I had hunted last night, could it be the power of the "fire tongue weapon"?
The silver plated shotgun should have added some extra attributes, but there is no attribute lab here in Yemen Town, so I don't know what kind of attributes this silver plated shotgun gives me yet. There are a lot of uncontrollable factors in a shotgun.
I was crouched at the spot where the hare had been blown up, and it took me a long time to realise that the trajectory I had seen earlier was more useful than a star, but it had been imprinted on my mind after my mental sea had recorded the trajectory of the first two shots I fired. I had no magic pool, yet my mental power was very high, and my powerful mental power formed the initial sea of spirit in my head, and this assisted ballistic aiming means was an additional effect of the sea of spirit.
It felt like a cheat and my heart was pounding because I felt that the "100 shots" inscription on the barrel of the silver plated shotgun was a true sign that I could really hit 100 shots with this shotgun. I looked at the wreckage on the ground with a bit of regret and thought to myself that I would never be able to use the "Fire Tongue Weapon" skill when hunting small beasts in the future.
As I crouched by the river to rinse off the skinned rabbits, Kurtz came wandering back with two rabbits in his hands. I remember when I first met him, he used to talk about them as if they were delicious and disgusting, but I think I influenced him to stop eating the foul smelling things.
"Ja, I want to eat your fried meat chunks!" He dropped the two cleaned rabbits at my feet and sat himself down on the large pebbles by the river, looking away from the group of noblemen gathered on the other side of the river and added, "Ja, do you think they will just go back to camp? , or go to the Prosperity Adventurers?"
I soaked the four hares in the water and pressed them firmly against the rocks at the river's edge, the water was a little cold so I rubbed my hands dry on my leather jacket. I stood up and looked across the river, and Daj, who was standing on the other side of the river, happened to be looking this way, and my eyes met his.
"Probably not! If they wanted to leave, they would have retreated by now, but now they are here, thinking of a way to cross the river. If they were determined to cross the river, there might not be no other way! But you want to fry the meat? But we don't have any oil, so how can we fry it? Or I'll roast it for you!" I scratched my hair a little painfully at the fact that Kurtz never forgot to eat at any time.
Kurtz smiled a little and said, "I have an idea for that!"
I looked back at the green grass in front of me and threw a question into Kurtz's mind, "Aziz, why is there such a big difference between the south and north banks of the Ulutu River? On the south bank, we have rabbits and guinea pigs, and we can find blood-stopping grasses everywhere in the meadow, even ninja and silverleaf grasses. What's going on here?"
Kurtz scratched his head and said, "It's always been like this! The river is cold all year round and there are no fish in the water, so if an orc falls in while crossing it, he will drown. And this is the territory of the wilderness hyenas, which are in rut in the spring, and it would be the worst thing to be targeted by them."
I had been here for half a day and hadn't even seen a lone wolf in the quiet meadow, so when Kuzi told me about the wilderness hyenas, it immediately piqued my interest, so I asked, "This is hyena territory?"
"Yes, the wilderness hyenas are very cunning and vicious, and there are many of them, they reproduce very well, and when they are hungry they will eat anything, bark, roots, carrion, bone scraps, and in the spring time is when the male hyenas are most excited and most likely to go crazy, and that is one of the reasons I chose this place, Jia, I tell you, the hyena pack in the spring is much more than the wolves much more fearsome because this is the time when almost all the male hyenas are going crazy and they have a lot of canine poison in their mouths. This is also the season when it is dangerous for anyone unfamiliar with the area to stray into the heart of the hyena pack's territory! Even the bravest of our Bloodwolf warriors would not want to face a pack of rabid hyenas that are not only useless but also vindictive. No hunter living on the moors would want to mess with them!" Kurtz smiled a little slyly and added: "Even if the human nobles who are chasing us do have a way to cross the river, they will still have a hard time when they get here. Because this is the season for hyenas to go into heat and mate!"
Suddenly it dawned on me that Kuzi knew this wilderness so well, like a child playing in his own back garden. The first obstacle between me and Ming Qian was the rift of the glacier, and the second was the rich meadow in front of us, which was rich for some skilled orc hunters, but for those who were unfamiliar with it and others, it was more likely to be a dead land, and if someone didn't follow the rules of the moor, they might be eaten to the bone tomorrow at dawn. Kurtz had used the time and the place to deal with the nobles who were chasing us.
I asked with some concern, "In that case, I mean if ... would we be in danger if we walked into this meadow?"
Kurtz stood beside me and with great bravado put one arm around my shoulders and said, "I know where the hyena pack and hyena** boundary is, as long as we walk through at the edge of their territory, we'll usually be fine. Don't worry, we're strong in battle too. The last time my third brother brought me here, I was about your age! I've got the terrain here firmly in my mind!"
I was a bit dumbfounded and thought, "Brother, are you sure you came here when you were seven or eight years old and remembered this wilderness, which doesn't look much different? I knew that orcs rarely told lies, but I was worried that Kurtz was confused and thought he had everything under control, so if he walked in there and got lost, wouldn't that be a terrible thing?
Aziz is an orc werewolf, and the orc wolves have always seen death as a return to the arms of the orc gods, a starting point for walking through another door, and a high honour for warriors who die in battle.
And I wasn't afraid to die, even though it was nice to be alive, I always had the urge to see if I would go back to my old world after I died, something that the deepest part of me always wanted to try but didn't have the courage to do so. I thought that maybe later on, as I left more and more traces in this world and had my own ties, that initial courage to face death would disappear, but for me now, I am not afraid of death and I am challenging myself by going into the wilderness to experience it.
I have to start thinking about Kierkegaard and Katrina, who have a great time ahead of them and should not be risking their lives in the wilderness, so I'm hesitant at this point.
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