The Forest Clan is a major alien who is qualified to enter the Full Moon Lake. Although it is not as good as other big tribes such as Thunder Titans and Ocean Elves in high-end combat power, it is due to its strong overall strength.

The people of the Forest tribe are everywhere in the pastures. Among the trees in the forest, there may be tree demons and ancient war trees hidden in the forest. Among all kinds of wild animals, there are often strange beasts transformed by druids.

Among the forest clans, forest archers are rare. If the ranch is regarded as a battlefield, forest archers are definitely a rare and high-end army. Forest archers have more exquisite archery skills than human archers, and in terms of maximum shooting range, they are far superior to human archers of the same level. With excellent physical fitness, agility, and excellent concealment ability, forest archers are one of the most undesirable alien races that many hunters want to meet.

For hunters, the Forest Bowler may not be as powerful as the Thunder Titan. The Sun Elves are absolutely difficult to deal with. The ultra-long flat shooting distance is enough to make most professionals passive.

However, the forest archer in front of him was a little unusual.

——Before, he did not attack with bows and arrows, but chose to attack in close combat. This is completely abnormal in Durand's opinion. The correct way should be to widen the distance and then attack with archery.

Durand signaled Vivian to wait aside first, then glanced at the forest archer. With the power of insight, all the data of the other party were clearly presented.

"Well... your strength is pretty good, not far from level 6." Durand said casually while observing: "But his eyesight is too poor. Although the forest archer at the peak of level 5 is good, you don't see clearly what level we are at? He rushed forward in a rash manner..."

The forest archer glared at Durand and refused to speak.

At this time, Durand's eyes turned and landed on the short bow beside the archer, his brow frowned slightly, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, saying, "Short bow? How could it be a short bow?"

"What, isn't a short bow just a bow?" The forest archer said in a low voice.

Durand smiled slightly and said, "The short bow is naturally a bow, but it is not the most suitable bow for your forest clan. The biggest advantage of forest archers is that they can't play with a short bow. You can't be unclear about this. You didn't just open the distance, but wanted to rush closer and then shoot an arrow and attack, because there was only a short bow in your hand."

After a pause, Durand looked slightly cold, staring at the forest archer from a high place and said, "Tell me, where is your longbow?"

The forest archer said mockingly: "Do you think I will answer any of your questions? I tell you, dream! Anyway, I can't live anymore, don't you want to ask anything!"

Durand was not angry at all, and his hand holding the musket did not even tremble. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he smiled leisurely: "You are right. You can't escape death, but there are many ways to die. I can let you end your life without pain in an instant, and I can also let you die in pain little by little in this ice and snow. It depends on whether you cooperate. I'll ask again. Where is your longbow?"

This time, the forest archer was silent for a long time, with a look of struggle and tangle flashing across his face. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Human, why do you care so much about my longbow?"

This is also the question Vivian wants to ask, and she is also very surprised why Durand seized this point.

Durand looked down at the archer and replied calmly but seriously: "As a forest archer, it is very abnormal to not have the most suitable longbow as a weapon. Without a handy weapon, it is also abnormal to take the risk of rushing into and attacking unknown enemies. And as a forest archer close to level 6, you are also considered a strong man among the forest clan, but it is even more abnormal to appear outside the ranch in this season."

Every time Durand said a word, the Forest Archer's body was tense a little bit. Until Durand finished speaking, the Forest Archer's body was stiff and could not speak at all.

After being silent for a long time, the archer's lips shivered slightly, and he whispered in a low voice: "...You kill me."

Durand's face remained motionless when he heard this, no emotion could be seen on his face, and his eyes were even colder.

He looked at the forest archer, looked at the other party's calm and thirsty young face, and after a moment, Zhan Yan suddenly smiled and said, "Thank you."

"…what?" The forest archer was stunned.

Durand looked at the other person's eyes deeply and said calmly: "Your reaction has told me enough information, - something special happened in this ranch."

After a pause, Durand said sincerely: "So, thank you! In return, I will have you enjoying it."

After saying that, Durand pulled the trigger without hesitation.

After the wild and violent gun roared, a tragic scarlet red suddenly appeared in the silver-white ice and snow world. The forest archer's still-complete lower body shook for a while, as if he had some reluctance and some relief, and fell to the ground.

"Let's go." Durand's face was plain, he carried the musket again, pulled Vivian's hand, whose face was slightly white, and continued to walk towards the north.

Neither of them spoke. Durand was quietly thinking about the possible abnormal situation in the ranch, while Vivian had a complicated face and seemed to be afraid to look at Durand.

"What's wrong, little girl, you seem to have something to say?" Durand smiled.

Vivian looked at the smiling face that was so close to her, and recalled Durand's cold appearance just now, and said a little confused for a moment: "It's nothing, it's just... well, just, I'm a little uncomfortable..."

After pausing, Vivian mustered up the courage and said, "Uncle, you usually have a good temper, why do you become so cruel as soon as you enter the ranch?"

"You haven't killed anyone in the ranch?" Durand asked back.

"Generally speaking, I only catch but not kill." Vivian replied honestly.

Durand frowned slightly and said, "This is not good. I have been in the Shepherd City for almost six years and have seen many kind-hearted hunters like you, among which are powerful six-star and seven-star hunters. Like you, they only catch live sales and try not to cause killing. Guess how they are now?"

Vivian's heart tightened slightly, her lips trembled a few times, and she whispered: "... are they all dead?"

Durand nodded silently, then sighed softly, saying, "About half of them died at the hands of aliens, and half died at the hands of other hunters. Do you know what I want to say?"

"I probably know." The girl said with a little depressed mood: "It's just a little hard to accept."

Durand smiled strangely gently, but the words he said became even colder: "If you can't accept, you have to learn to accept it. If you can't accept it, you can find a way to accept it! This is a matter of no way. The influx and trampling between races is never avoidable. Conquer, or being conquered, enslaved, or being enslaved. There is no third choice."

"Is it impossible for everyone to get along with each other?" the girl couldn't help but say.

"Of course," Durand smiled and said, "But there is one premise, that is, both sides are of equal strength."

The girl couldn't speak at once. Now humans on the continent are unprecedentedly powerful, and under the glory of the Yonghui Knight Realm, the greatest luck of the non-human alien races can survive.

Looking at the girl's depressed look, Durand couldn't help but sigh in his heart: She's still a child...

When he was still in his hometown of Sendlow, Durand had seen the forces in the Sendlow plane, the cruel struggle between the main planes, and the conquest and plunder of the secondary planes. He knew that this was the norm between planes. There was no existence to rebel, because the result of rebellion was to send oneself and his tribe on the way to no return.

"Okay, let's not talk about this question for now." Durand patted the girl's little head with some pity and smiled: "Aren't you curious about the combat physical skills I just used? Do you want to learn?"

The girl raised her head in surprise and looked at Durand and said strangely: "Uncle, didn't you say that I should seriously study the Orange Flame Ghost Slash first, don't be greedy for too much and seek speed? Usually I beg you and you will not teach anything else. Why are you suddenly so proactive?"

But what I was thinking was: I have not used the trick that Sister Andrea taught me yet!

Durand shook his head and smiled and said, "It's not that I don't want to teach you, but it's because we have different professions. You can't learn most of my abilities..."

"for example?"

"This, it's hard to say..." Durand's face was helpless. As an elemental warrior, Vivian obviously could not learn combat magic. The ability of insight and copying, which is engraved in the depths of the bloodline of the combat mage, is even more unsuccessful. Even the Orange Flame Ghost Slash was Durand who spent a lot of effort and made considerable deformation and simplification, so that the girl could barely learn it.

After thinking about it, only combat physical skills are the most suitable for girls to learn.

"So, starting today, I will teach you combat physical skills." Durand looked at the girl and warned: "But you can't let go of the study of Orange Flame Ghost Slash. Do you remember?"

The girl nodded vigorously, and a smile reappeared on her small face.

"Okay, let's talk as we go," Durand said.

"Oh by the way," Vivian suddenly remembered something and asked, "After entering the ranch, we have been heading north. Where are we going? Didn't the uncle say that we came to the ranch for patrol? I thought we would go around more places."

"Uh, I forgot to tell you..." Durand said lightly: "I will take you to the alien royal court for a while. The alien royal court knows, the one in the northern Full Moon Lake, well, aliens generally call it the full Moon Court."

"Full, full moon court?!" Vivian was shocked and couldn't speak for a long time.

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The wind and snow were still violent, as if they were never tired of whipping the pasture land.

The body of the forest archer killed by Durand was lying motionless in the snow. I am afraid that he will be completely buried by the wind and snow in the near future.

At some point, a figure appeared in the forest stained with blood and then whitened by snow again.

He was a tall, middle-aged forest archer with a look similar to that of the young archer lying in the snow. He stood motionless in the wind and snow, wearing a forest-style leather jacket, carrying a green longbow with a height of one person. Behind him, there were more than a dozen similar figures, all of whom were sad and resentful.

After a long time, the middle-aged archer standing in front finally spoke and said in a low voice: "Tayer, get out of the line!"

A young archer with an extremely strong upper body immediately stood up and stood up and said solemnly: "Captain, please give me instructions."

The middle-aged archer did not look back and said slowly: "Report to the patriarch as quickly as possible - Durand is here!"
Chapter completed!