Wynter, followed by Lynn, led the hunters deeper into the outskirts of the forest, slowly. Because the Birch tribe had been hunting here for several years now, it was rare to encounter groups of prey outside of the forest and its outskirts.
They searched the outermost part of the forest for almost two hours, but they only encountered a few animals.
In desperation, Lynn, relying on the strong lineup of this trip, supported going deeper into the forest. He concluded that they couldn't afford to lose face in front of the Han tribe now, could they?
Under Lynn's order, the clansmen were divided into eight groups. Among the twenty members in each group, ten clansmen lined up in front with normal bows and swords.
The other ten were armed with etherbows, and were responsible for others protection at a distance of four or five meters behind.
Every time they encountered a powerful animal, they would slowly form an encircling ring from the outside, and then the group commander would command each group of archers to shoot it first.
When there was a prey that had slipped away, it would be hunted and killed by the group with the spears and swords.
The etherbows were always responsible for the hunt protection. If it wasn't a last resort, they wouldn't use it.
Otherwise, from the sound of the arrows' impacts, all the preys around the forest would be startled away and ran away.
Although they brought around forty or fifty etherbows for this hunting, it was mainly for the show the power of their clan to the Canyon tribe.
Tribal people had an unwritten rule of hunting since the ancient times, that was, hunting only a small number of animals that lived in groups, and hunting only adults when they encounter animals that lived alone.
This was also for the continuity of the animals for hunting, not to be totally killed. But if they encountered a high level beast, they could try to hit it, but if they couldn't hit it, they would have to run away.
However, not everyone was lucky enough. Every year, a significant number of tribal people were eaten by beasts while hunting.
"Lynn, I believe we should stop here. If we go any further, we will enter the territory of the Athons." Wynter whispered to Lynn.
"You're right, uncle.Let the information spread around and make the people to be more careful. If we have other options, we don't want to use the etherbows. They are last resorts" After Lynn said those words, he drew a feather arrow from his back and put it on the string.
In recent years, Lynn had been practicing archery. Because of his power base, he could already be compared to an average adult in his clan in term of strength, and his vision even surpassed them by far.
Not to mention that the bow in Lynn's hand was much smaller than that of the tribe's hunters, but it was specially made by Wynter using cast silver and green gold metal for the handle.
In the whole village, besides Lynn, only the clan his parents along with Wynter, could pull the string.
Therefore, in terms of archery, Lynn's arrows were far beyond the other members of the hunting group in accuracy and penetrative power.
"Quiet." Wynter issued a warning, and everyone immediately lay low on the spot.
Lynn listened attentively, and immediately noticed a movement, and looked to the side, but there was a small soil slope on the side which blocked his line of sight.
Guyon, who had already turned on his mage sight, was looking to the side at the same time, and wondered how the boy could be sure that it was this side when he hadn't got any sight skill or Wynter to indicate the direction of the prey?
Only one other option, divine sense of the rogue class. For a boy who wasn't a rogue, to have that, great power base.
Was it a coincidence? He knew that this Lynn was not yet at the age of acquiring a class or manifesting his essence crystal. Even if the essence crystal was manifested, it would be impossible for it to reach their own level at the moment.
Yes, must it be a coincidence. Guyon told himself convincingly.
Wynter made a gesture in the direction of the prey, and a group of hunters immediately surrounded the position, forming a huge fan-shaped net.
Then he made another gesture to stop everyone from moving forward. "It's a pack of dire wolves."
Guyon also retreated from the slope in front, and said, "Yes, there are a lot of them, around fifty. Most of them are brass and tin levels wolves, but there are also some silver-level ones."
Lynn thought for a while and said."What do you think, uncle?"
"Let everyone guard the encirclement, the little wolf cubs can be ignored, but don't let go of the wolves above the brass level. After clearing up this group of wolves, we have to go back."
"Yes, uncle." Afterwards, Lynn immediately sent someone to Cassian and said to him: "Uncle Cassian, please, prepare your group of archers and wait for my signal. As soon as you receive it, let them immediately shoot at the wolves."
"Understood, leave it to me. But can you stop calling me uncle?" Even though Cassian had already married a wife last year, he still didn't want to accept the reality of being called an uncle.
He believed the uncles were the old ones, and he was too young to be old. So he responded and quietly retreated.
"Uncle Wynter?"
"Yes, I'll be responsible for everyone's safety, and remind them when to use the etherbows. You and master Guyon, will attack them together. What do you think?"
"Okay, uncle. You can count on me."
Seeing Lynn's firm gaze, although Guyon was puzzled, he didn't understand how Lynn, who was only seven years old, had the courage to face the dire wolves. But he nodded and said. "Young master Lynn, although I will be by your side to see to your safety, please be careful still."
Guyon did not pay attention to these wolves below level four. With his power base, only beasts above the silver-level would pose a threat to him.
Lynn immediately raised his hand into the air, waved hard, took the lead and slowly approached the wolves.
Turning around the soil slope, he saw a basin of mountains and forests in front of him. The basin was covered with wormwood half the height of an average grown man, with not many trees around.
The entire pack of wolves appeared to be packed at the center of the valley, two to three hundred meters away.
At this time, there were many wolves around and gnawing things together, and a smell of stench continued to drift over with the mountain breeze.
The were groups of lower-level wolves in twos and threes, on the periphery of the wolf pack, moving back and forth, seemingly on guard duty.