Having an extra skill at one's disposal is always a good thing. Although Hudson didn't know the specifics, his intuition told him it had something to do with the compass consuming the soul fire earlier.
Prior to this, his archery skills had been basic at best. With the arm strength of a knight, he could draw a powerful bow to its full extent. His accuracy was limited to a range within fifty meters, anything beyond that was down to sheer luck.
Now, with his acute perception, he could easily track the target. Unfortunately, the bow and arrows in his hand, despite their decent quality, were just ordinary. If he had been using the specially-made bow and arrows of the Elf Race, the commander of the rebel army would not have escaped today.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…"
Headstrong Hudson had begun to shoot at will, shooting an arrow at anyone who crossed him, killing dozens in an instant.
