The hunter training ground was located on the other side of the river behind the castle. There was a very wide grassland. At the moment, there were five figures standing on one side of the grassland. They were pulling bows and shooting arrows. The targets were 100 meters away from each other.
The five of them consisted of four men and one woman. Each of them was served by two people dressed like servants, either passing them arrows or serving them tea.
At this time, the youth came to the field and clapped his hands. The five people suddenly stopped and looked over.
"I'm going to introduce you to a new companion or a future senior." The youth smiled and pointed to Dean: "His name is Dean. He will train with you from today."
The five people suddenly looked at Dean. Their first impression was that he was handsome and the second was that he was quiet.
"Instructor, he is a newcomer. How can he be our senior?" One of the pale-skinned teenagers frowned.
The youth smiled and said: "Dean used to be a scavenger. He accidentally got magic marks. He is already a veritable hunter. What he lacks is professional skills. He will study here for a year and will graduate. In the future, he will naturally be your senior unless you can complete your training before he graduates."
The five people were surprised. Including the pale-skinned teenager, they could not help but look at Dean a few times.
The youth took Dean to an empty shelf and said: "This is your position. In view of your hunter's physique, today's training is to shoot a bronze bow a thousand times. You will finish when you finish. Don't think about dragging it until tomorrow. Otherwise, you will never have dinner."
Dudian nodded, indicating that he understood. He had seen the cruelty outside the giant wall. The purpose of his training was not simply to complete the task, but to improve himself. No matter how many tasks the young instructor set, he would exhaust himself to the extreme!
"The distance of each arrow must exceed the line below the target position. In the first seven days, you will not be required to hit the target with 100 arrows. But the number of arrows must not be less than 1000!" The young instructor changed his previous easy-going attitude and said in a cold and serious tone.
Dean nodded.
Apparently, the young instructor had already made arrangements. There were two servants standing in front of the vacant shelf. The young instructor waved his hand. One of the servants struggled to hand over the bow and arrows to Dean.
Dean took the bow. It was heavy. It was similar to the previous talent test. But for him, it was nothing. He immediately aimed at the target position and began to shoot.
The young instructor looked at Dudian for a while and felt bored. He said to Dudian: "If you need anything, just tell them. They are the servants responsible for your training."
Dean nodded slightly and continued to draw the bow and arrows.
The initial training for a Hunter was to repeatedly shoot arrows to improve the accuracy of their arrows. After all, this was a Hunter's main method of attack. When they were hunting with their companions, it was very common for a Hunter to make a mistake, resulting in the death of their companions under the claws of monsters. Therefore, the Hunter's requirement for accuracy was almost insane!
There was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy next to Dudian. He curiously looked at Dudian while shooting arrows. He wanted to see how powerful a real hunter with magic marks was.
Soon, the teenager was disappointed. Dean's archery level was worse than his. More than ten arrows had not hit the target at a distance of 100 meters. All of them missed the target, but the distance was quite far.
"It seems that a hunter is nothing more than a strong physique. There is nothing special." The teenager thought in his heart. He no longer paid attention to Dean and continued his archery training.
Dean repeatedly shot an arrow. After shooting dozens of arrows, he gradually felt that he had mastered some of the feeling of shooting, such as the angle of aiming, the approximate deviation from the actual position, and the change of angle caused by the strength of the shooting force.
In the old era, it was extremely difficult to shoot a target of 100 meters. But the physique of Dean and the five apprentice hunters was not that of ordinary people in the old era. Needless to say, these five apprentice hunters could pull such a heavy bow. Naturally, they had received God's blessing.
It must be known that the heavier the bow, the greater the strength. The advantage of the strength, in addition to being able to shoot farther, would also be higher accuracy!
The fundamental principle of the closer the shot was, the easier it was to hit the target.
"Ordinary people's hunting bow will weaken after shooting for 50 meters. The arrow will slide down due to the influence of the airflow. But for my heavy bow, 80 meters is like 10 meters. The arrow is still flying at full strength. In other words, the stronger the tension of the bow, the farther the shot will be. It seems that I have to get a good bow in the future!" Dean explored the feeling of shooting and also thought about his future plans.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
He kept shooting arrows. His movements were single and repeated. When the arrows in the basket were used up, the servant next to him would help him reload.
After shooting two hundred arrows, Dean's hit rate had significantly improved. Basically, two out of ten arrows would hit the target. After all, his physique was high. Once he became proficient, the hit rate would rapidly increase.
However, hitting the target was just the beginning. If he wanted to go further, the difficulty would increase tenfold!
When the teenager next to him was resting, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of Dean's target. He was stunned for a moment. There were more than 30 arrows stuck on the target. In this short time, he only shot 160 arrows. Even if Dean was faster than him, the gap was not big. In this way, the hit rate was not low. Although it could not be compared with him, at least it was hopeful to meet the young instructor's training requirements.
"Change the target," Dean said.
A servant immediately put on a black armor and carefully ran over to change the new target.
After changing the target, Dean continued to pull the bow and shoot.
With a sound, the arrow hit the target.
Dean shot another arrow, and with a sound, it hit the target again.
Dean continued to shoot.
Soon, five out of ten arrows hit the target. Although three arrows were at the outermost edge of the target and almost missed the target, but the result was already considered good.
Dean thought of the Undead outside the giant wall. He narrowed his eyes and regarded the target as a standing Undead. He used the red heart as its head and pulled the bow and arrow to shoot continuously.
After shooting four hundred arrows in a row, Dean felt that his arm was extremely sore. He had to stop and rest. After his arm recovered a little, he continued to shoot.
Soon, it was dusk and the sun was setting.
Dean had shot eight hundred arrows. After shooting five hundred arrows, his hit rate had declined. His arms were sore and swollen, making it impossible for him to maintain stability. The rest of the archery was purely an exercise for his arms and the feeling of shooting.
At this time, the next five trainee hunters had completed their respective tasks. They were tired and panting. After saying goodbye to Dean, they left.
Dean stood in front of the sunset. His face was dripping with hot sweat. He gritted his teeth and kept shooting. Every time his arm was sore, there would be a voice in his heart that kept persuading him to stop and rest. At this moment, he would deliberately think of the Undeads outside the wall, the ferocious appearance, and the feeling of helplessness when being chased. Then the blood in his heart would surge and he would continue to shoot.
Inertia was inborn, but persistence was his own choice.
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