The Divine Hunter

Chapter 58: Pointing

  Chapter 58 Pointing

   "Yes, let's do more, sizzle--sweet!"

  Roy leaned back in the bath, and the dwarf stuttered Bernie's black-haired arms on his shoulders and kneaded them, with a grinning grin on his rough, flushed face.

   "Now... how do you feel... now?"

   "Yes, with this skill you can open a professional massage room in Tanshan."

   "Then, how do you say the debt I owe..."

   "I'll talk about it later, you can't rely on it anyway."

   "Huh..." The dwarf with a big tongue wiped away his sweat. He swore that he had never seen a man with Kwant playing such a weird card. He always played unexpected cards, making his opponents hard to defend.

  The entire Carbon Mountain card skill entered the top ten Big Belly Diff, kneeling ten hands, and directly lost the first round of the game.

  The remaining three people were unwilling to sit up and fight him a few games. Without exception, they ended in a disastrous defeat and lost him a lot of money.

  But Bernie was unconvinced. This stubborn, big-tongued dwarf fought and fought time and again, and there were no **** left. He also owed 30 krona, which was equivalent to one month’s salary.

  In the bathtub next to Bernie, Reagan trembled as if he was insulted.

"Boy, you must not slander the credibility of the dwarves, Bernie will never deny! We are grumpy, but we have the advantages that humans lack-not only the appearance of mighty and majestic, full of masculinity, but also the dwarves who grew up in Carbon Mountain attach great importance to it. Credibility and loyalty! Who dares to reckless in the Gwent and the gambling, then don't even think about gaining a foothold in Carbon Mountain!"

  Roy nodded to express his respect.

He had heard about this for a long time. Although Mahakan dwarves are greedy for money, most of them are loyal to their friends and keep their promises. Among them, the representative Zoltan Ziwa is a figure who risked his life to help friends. .

  In addition, the dwarves have a good reputation in the business circle.

Zion Vannili, Giancardi, and Vivaldi dwarf families are all outstanding in the banking industry, whether it is Vizima, Baklan, or Van Geborg, Novigrad, even the Dragon Mountains, the Blue Mountains, almost north There are branches in all major cities around the world.

   Knowing this, he agreed to the dwarf’s "Old Carbon Mountain Rules". If the opponent is replaced by a human or an elf, in a one-to-four situation, the chances of being squandered are too high!

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

  "Why don't you dare? It's just too early." He wanted to see the dwarf crossbowman.

  A few people put on their clothes neatly. Before leaving, Roy stopped and stammered, “Brother Bernie, if you promise to do me a favor, how about you forgiving this bill?”

   "You...say...say it!" The dwarf blushed like a chicken with a thick neck.

  "Just stay in the bathhouse, and come to the shooting range to find me if someone patrons, don't miss anyone."

  Although the dwarf was very curious about the other party's purpose, he did not speak too much and agreed happily.

  ……

  The group left the bathhouse, crossed Tanshan Square, and headed to the martial arts field behind the main fort.

  Roy frowned on the road, a strange feeling came from behind, and glanced at it from the corner of the light, but there was no ghost.

At this time, the sky was bright, and there was a lot of people nearby. The male dwarves were mostly wearing thick and dirty padded jackets, carrying shovel and hoes to the mining area outside the fortress. Back and forth between the cave dwellings and the market at the corner of the square.

  Dwarf people are not all beards, 80% of men have big beards, less than 20% of women have thick body hair that is not inferior to men, and there are also handsome facial features, but they still can’t escape the fate of short stature.

   is a far cry from Roy’s aesthetic.

   "Boss Reagan, Carbon Mountain does not seem to have a high income from work?" He thought that Mahakam's dwarves were sitting on the "Golden Mountain", and each of them was rich, but the Kwant card game told him just the opposite.

   "You are right," the dwarf said without hesitation. "A month is only fifty or sixty kronor. After removing the money for alcohol and the maintenance of weapons, there is not much money left."

   "Are the houses in Tanshan expensive?" He glanced at the dense cave dwellings, "How long can you afford to store them?"

   "Little brother, don't you know that?" The dwarf said proudly, "Carbon Mountain people don't need to spend money to buy a house. The elders donate houses to all adults."

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

  Roy is slightly envious, the great elders of Tanshan are also working hard to keep the population.

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

   "Not many, but there are always so many every year."

  While talking, they came to the martial arts field.

  The stadium enclosed by this fence is very wide, divided into several parts.

At the end of    stood a row of dummy shooting ranges, weapons training grounds with weapon racks, and wooden fences for close combat and competition.

  In one of the training grounds, there are more than twenty strong dwarf guards for daily training.

  They were wearing gray chain mail with a layer of cotton armor inside, following the instructions of the instructor in the front row, waving their weapons sharply.

  Heavy two-handed weapons are swayed freely in the hands of the guards. They are short and fat, but their moves are flexible and powerful.

   is like a solid small fortress, two layers of armor can effectively block arrows, and the heavy two-handed weapon turns the disadvantage of the body into an advantage. Once he gets close by these guys, he may not be able to hold a few rounds.

   "My frontal combat ability is waste material."

  The means Roy can rely on in battle has been very monotonous, mainly the long-range crossbow shooting. Although the accuracy of crossbow shooting is supported by the perceptual attributes, the power is not enough, even if you include the bonus of slaughter and crossbow specialization.

  Unless it hits the face, it cannot cause much damage to the enemy.

  Effective range is also a problem. Under normal circumstances, the aim is guaranteed within one hundred (30 meters). Once this distance, wind direction, and wind interference will become more obvious.

  And Reagan, the dwarf who specializes in LV5 with a crossbow, is obviously a good learning object.

  The shooting range was filled with human-shaped target targets of varying distances. After the four entered the field, Reagan stretched out his furry palm and felt it in the air for a moment.

  Roy is surprised. Is it possible that this guy can use the hair on his hand to test the wind direction and speed?

"On days with no wind or breeze are best for shooting a few arrows. Come on, little brother, let me teach you your great skills in this game. See if your crossbow shooting skills are as exquisite as the swordsmanship of a demon hunter." Reagan borrowed two identical crossbows, threw one to Roy, and picked up the other.

"You are not old, and your hands are not heavy. Training time is obviously limited. I don't need to bully you on the time trial." Reagan raised his chest and raised his head, exuding unprecedented confidence. Shoot to the right and increase the distance. After shooting ten arrows, the one with the fewest misses wins. How?"

  Roy hesitated and nodded.

   "I'll come first."

"whatever."

  The crossbows and arrows that Reagan gave him are specially made according to the standards of dwarves.

  The diameter of the bow above the crossbow arm is four years later, which is much larger and heavier than the Gabriel Roy originally obtained. Because of repeated use, the crossbow body made of pine was soaked in sweat and turned brown. The bowstring tension is about sixty pounds, and it is a bit difficult to pull the arrow with his strength.

  First, he chose the most recent thirty late target, supported the crossbow body with his left hand, and squeezed the trigger with the index finger of his right hand to shoot the crossbow in a standing posture.

Inhale deeply, the crossbow body rises slightly, aim at the target star with your right eye, and then slowly exhale. Within a short second or two when the exhalation becomes heavier, the crossbow body just sags to the point with the exhalation. In a horizontal position, slam the trigger,

   "Swish——" A sharp sound of breaking through the air sounded, and the human-shaped target that was thirty years away trembled suddenly, and the powerful kinetic energy of the crossbow sent the arrow into the red heart with extreme precision.

   Reagan's eyes did not change, Roy sighed in relief, shook his slightly numb arm, and started preparing for the second arrow again.

  In the next time, under the witness of everyone, sixty late, ninety late...the 120 late targets all hit the red hearts.

  In a short period of time, Roy’s forearms and legs began to become sore. After all, this crossbow is a lot heavier than the Brielle used for training in Jia’s daily training, and he is not used to it.

  Except for boring crossbow shooting training, there are few opportunities to compete with others, especially when the opponent is an excellent crossbow hand. It is inevitable that there is a desire to win.

  The next arrow target gave him a head start.

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

   Two hundred and seventy late, completely shot into the air! The second arrow still fell through.

  The ten arrows were announced, Khan Zhuer slid along his forehead to his chin, his eyes gloomy because of consecutive misses.

  "Okay! Your head is not bad, and the posture of standing crossbow shooting is also very standard. I can see that it has been systematically trained, but the time is too short... I have a few suggestions. Would you like to listen?"

   "I am about to ask you for advice."

Reagan holding the crossbow was like a different person, his back bowed slightly, his knees bent slightly, his eyes became cold and sharp, his fingers hooked up a lightweight crossbow arrow from the quiver, and quickly pulled the string to set the arrow. Raising the crossbow and squeezing the trigger, a series of actions are concise and neat, without a trace of excess.

  Roy silently pulled down the string and set the arrow for less than half of his time.

   On the surface, the dwarf looks exactly the same as his standing shooting posture, but careful observation can still reveal the difference in details.

  "Pay attention to the position of the crossbow."

  Reagan lowered his head and started aiming.

  Roy took a step back, observing the state of the dwarf and the crossbow.

   "Three-quarters."

  The crossbow is located approximately three-quarters of the dwarf’s body from bottom to top, between the bottom of the neck and the collarbone. This is slightly different from his own crossbow shooting posture. The standard standing shooting posture was adjusted by the dwarf to a more suitable style.

  But Roy's shooting level can't make these adjustments.

  The dwarf moves quickly and steadily, shooting three arrows easily and freely, hitting the bullseye.

  "Do you have a crossbow that you are used to?"

"Yes, I have."

   "Why don't I see you take it with me?"

  There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone, and his right hand pulled the trigger quietly, and the center of the target after 210 was trembling.

"The most basic quality of an excellent crossbowman is that the crossbow can not leave the body. You have to take it with you whether you eat or sleep." You have to cultivate a tacit understanding with it, understand every inch of its structure, and close your eyes to make it clear. The more familiar you are with it, the faster you can score in battle."

   Reagan whispered, showing an impressive rate of fire, one arrow after another, without obvious aiming time, hitting five bullseyes from 240 to 300 feet in succession, winning without any suspense.

  Roy was convinced, the opponent’s perception attribute was the same as him at 7 points, he could not see the target clearly, but he could control the crossbow far beyond him.

  "You have to take care and maintenance of it like an arm. A durable weapon is the life of a crossbowman, and you must cherish it."

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

"Under normal circumstances, the Mahakam standard crossbow can be used for several years, but there is a prerequisite. It must be maintained every time a continuous shooting reaches 100 arrows. Do not shoot in the air and do not wind it for too long, otherwise the damage will accumulate and the service life will be long. The amplitude is shortened."

  "If you don’t know how to maintain it, and the crossbow suddenly fails on the battlefield, you will pay the price of your life."

  Roy agrees.

  "It’s no wonder that after every battle, Resso has to wipe the weapons and oil them for maintenance. I haven't paid much attention to it."

  The other party’s words really benefited him a lot. If the crossbow specializes in this skill and has experience, a large “plus” will appear.

  Roy again thought of the crossbow he brought out from Kaye, which had not been maintained from beginning to end, and immediately asked him for a bottle of care oil.

   "Now we are tied." Reagan smiled heartily, sweeping away the depression of Quinte's abuse of the game, "I can't wait to compete with you... The elder promised you to be full?"

  Roy nodded, funny, it turned out that this guy had been thinking of free drinks.

  Dulu and Diff leaned forward with a look of greed, and the wine hit their dead spot.

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

   "Then as you wish, I'd better meet in the bathhouse." Roy responded happily and used free drinks to make a few people, why not.

   "Haha, it's fun, kid now I start to like you. Remember to oil my "heart and liver baby" after I go back and take good care of it. If it breaks, I can't spare you!"

   "Go, go to the bathhouse and call back that fool Bernie!"

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  (End of this chapter)

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