Chapter 101
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Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
In the repeated archery training, Dean's accuracy had increased rapidly. Almost every arrow could hit the target before his arms lost control and trembled. Seven out of ten arrows could hit the bullseye! For an ordinary person, it would take at least three to five years of hard training to achieve such results. But with Dean's hunter's physique, in just two months or so, he had completed such rapid progress.
Of course, this was inseparable from his extreme training day and night.
In addition to accuracy, almost all of Dean's arrows penetrated the target, and the lethality was significantly improved. However, his' rapid arrows' did not make the slightest progress. When the young instructor came to check his results, he was immediately angry.
"You, you have learned to this level in half a month? The posture of pulling the arrow is so ugly. It's too negligent! Don't think that you are a hunter because you have magic marks. When you really go outside the giant wall to hunt, you can only hunt some low-level monsters that scavengers can kill! " The young instructor angrily announced, "Since you can't even learn the 'rapid arrows' and like to be lazy, from tomorrow onwards, you will practice basic archery for a month. Do you know your mistake!?"
Dean thought it would be a hellish punishment, but he didn't expect it to be basic archery. His heart couldn't help but smile, and his joy was slightly revealed from the corner of his mouth. Such an "indifferent" appearance made the young instructor even more furious.
So, in the next month, the young instructor greatly increased the number of arrows that Dean had to shoot every day. It suddenly increased to 2200 arrows! In his view, such overload training had completely exceeded Dean's physical fitness. If he did not reach the target on time, there would be no dinner. Without dinner, the next day's training would be slower.
In this way, he would fall into a vicious cycle. Every day, he would face an overload of training. It would make a person overtired and even collapse. This could greatly temper the willpower.
This was also the purpose of the young instructor's training. Although it was a punishment, but the consortium's style was based on profit. It was not what the consortium wanted. So although it was a punishment, it was mainly to improve one of Dean's abilities.
Dean's number of arrows had already reached the level of 2,800 arrows. The "super high standard" set by the young instructor had been easily exceeded. He continued to immerse himself in his own understanding of archery.
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Outside the giant wall, Mellon consortium area no.
Unlike the other areas under the jurisdiction of the Mellon consortium, there were almost no broken high-rise buildings and metal wreckage everywhere. This area was extremely empty like a vast wilderness. There were no weeds. Occasionally you could see broken and collapsed highways that were covered with thick moss and dust. This showed that this area was once an urban area.
However, there was not a single complete building in sight.
Broken stones and bloodstains were everywhere, and corpses were rarely seen. The bloodstains turned into pale red water under the washing of the calamity rain, flowing to every corner of the crevice. When they dried up, they became natural and beautiful patterns, branded on the ground.
At this moment, beside a pile of corpses, five figures appeared like ghosts. They quietly leaned against the wall and looked at the broken street beside the wall. There were two half-foot-deep dents in the ground, about a meter long. There was a pile of black filth next to the dent, giving off a pungent smell. If one looked closely, one could see some bone residue and corroded metal in the filth.
One of the figures quietly stepped forward, picked up a stone and poked the lump of dirt. He saw that it was soft and mushy. He immediately came back and whispered: "From the degree of dryness, it should be less than two hours since it left here."
"Chase."
One of them said.
The five moved quickly and quietly along the huge dents in the ground to catch up.
After a quarter of an hour, one of them suddenly gestured for them to stop.
The man lowered his voice and said in a dignified tone: "I smell it. It's three o 'clock in front of us. It should be about eight kilometers away from us."
"Very good. You prepare to ambush them from behind. The four of us will go." One of the leaders said excitedly.
The first man nodded, but his face suddenly changed. He hurriedly said: "Not good! Quickly hide! "
Puff!
From the ground under the feet of the few people, several sharp claws jumped out. One of them pierced through the back of the man who had just spoken.
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Hunter HQ. An old castle by the Neil River.
A letter was sent by a black crow from the window and fell on the table.
When he saw the red mark on the bottom left corner of the envelope, West, who was enjoying his afternoon tea with the help of a maid, narrowed his eyes. He could not be bothered to continue eating and drinking leisurely. He quickly pushed away the charming maid and sat in front of his desk. With a grave expression, he quickly opened the envelope.
"Traces of the Black Weaver appeared in area no. 1 and killed three hunters?" When West saw the contents of the report, his face couldn't help but change. He hurriedly looked at the situation. "The sixth team was attacked by the Black Weaver while they were tracking the Mountain Lion. Only the captain and one team member escaped with serious injuries."
"Finally couldn't bear to come out. Damn beast!" West held the letter tightly. The next moment, he quickly took out the letter and put it back into his envelope. He hung the letter on the feet of the black crow. He patted the black crow's feathers: "Go to Glenn."
The black crow shook its wings and flew out of the window.
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Hunter training ground.
Dean was training as usual. He was constantly pulling and shooting arrows. His accuracy was getting sharper and sharper. He even wanted to find a moving target to practice.
Suddenly, the young instructor came to the training ground in a hurry. He found Dean and handed him a letter: "This is an emergency sign given to you by the consortium. There is a situation outside the giant wall. There is a temporary lack of free hunters. You have filled in the 'Fear of Stains' ability. The consortium wants you to go outside the giant wall to perform an urgent task. Hurry up and prepare."
Dean could not help but stop. "But I'm still in training."
"This is an emergency sign. As long as you are not performing other tasks outside the giant wall and can't be contacted, you have to put down all your work and respond to the consortium's summons!" The young instructor spoke quickly: "Your hunter armor has been ordered. It will be sent to you soon. Stop and don't waste your stamina. Go and replenish your energy. Someone will come to pick you up and take you outside the giant wall."
"So urgent?" Dean quickly put down the bow. He didn't want to waste his physical strength: "Is there no other resting hunter?"
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