A month after Lu Qing and Pope came to Charles' house, Fremures was in the wild woods.
"Steady, steady your breathing, wrap the power of the wind around the arrow." Chaer and Fang Qingrou were lying on the snow, and Chaer looked at Fang Qingrou who was drawing the bow and said.
"..."
Fang Qingrou didn't speak. She was currently focusing on the winter wolf that was lame on one leg in the distance.
This is the former alpha wolf who was just driven out of the pack. Due to his increasing age, his strength and intimidation ability are not as good as before. It was only today that he was driven out of the alpha wolf position by a young and powerful winter honey wolf.
Like the winter frog, the winter wolf is also a creature that has half-stepped into the realm of Warcraft. They are born with extremely strong early warning capabilities and can react quickly when they are about to encounter danger.
This is also the reason why Chaer asked Fang Qingrou to hunt this winter honey wolf.
If he could be shot dead without anyone noticing, then Fang Qingrou's archery instruction could come to an end for the time being.
"Boom!"
Fang Qingrou loosened her fingers, and the bowstring in her hand trembled twice, but it didn't make much sound.
The arrow she had charged with the wind element flew extremely fast and hit the winter wolf's neck in almost the blink of an eye.
The moment before being hit by the arrow, the winter honey wolf sensed the coming attack. However, for an old wolf that had already lost a leg and was old, such an attack was not something it could avoid.
"That's a pretty good shot," Charles praised.
"Master, you taught me well." Fang Qingrou flattered me.
"..."
I don't know why, but Charlie didn't feel happy at all when being flattered by Fang Qingrou. Instead, he felt something was weird and he wasn't used to it.
"Let's go, let's deal with the body first." Shaking his head, Char stood up from the snow and said.
"Okay."
Fang Qingrou stood up from the snow with Chaer and walked towards the dead wolf corpse.
"Hey, now that I've almost learned archery, what should I learn next?" Fang Qingrou asked expectantly, following behind Char.
"after?"
"After that, we need to train you to control your spiritual power, and also improve your mental defense ability. Well, there should be a book with the Pope. You can borrow it from him when the time comes."
"Then, you need to learn how to use the wind to simulate the sound of human speech, or control the wind to float yourself off the ground." As Charles said, he squatted in front of the winter honey wolf's body and quickly cut it into pieces with a knife.
material.
The meat of the winter honeysuckle is not very tasty and has a sour taste, but its skin and certain teeth are very valuable, so just peel them off.
As for the remaining meat, let it return to the embrace of nature, whether it rots and is absorbed by plants, or is eaten by other passing carnivores.
"Why do I feel like they are all auxiliary abilities? Don't they have abilities like wind blades and tornadoes?" Fang Qingrou asked after listening to Char's words.
"It's a beautiful thought." Char smiled: "Constructing the wind blade consumes too much, and the power is not very good. It is better to directly strengthen the weapon."
"Isn't your arrow attack range far enough?"
"As for tornadoes..." Charley paused, and then said: "As long as you become strong enough, not to mention tornadoes, even typhoons can be created!"
"Then master, can you create a typhoon?" Fang Qingrou asked curiously.
She had never seen Charles attack at full strength, so she didn't know very well how strong he was.
However, since he can become the strongest hunter of Fremures, and also knows each other with His Majesty the Pope, he must not be that weak.
She had also learned before that Char's blessing from the holy tree was [The Apocalypse.]
The name sounds like it is very powerful, but in the early stage, it can only predict the weather trend in a few days. The only attack ability is the [mental shock] that almost all auxiliary professions have.
But in the later stage, after the user advances to the blue level of the dream game, [Apocalypse] can change the weather on his own.
Of course, it is only a small area, and whether it can cover a ten-meter radius in the beginning is a problem.
But there is no denying the potential of this skill. As long as it continues to get stronger, the means of changing the weather will become more powerful. Whether it is heavy rain or snow, sunny or cloudy, even typhoons can be artificially created.
Although, this is all theoretical...
She didn't think Char could be that strong, but it was just a small show of strength, so it would be fine.
"Typhoons can't do it." Char shook his head, then hesitated and said, "But tornadoes can give it a try."
After Charles finished speaking, he raised the palm of his left hand.
Wisps of breeze flew out of his palm, attracting the snowflakes on the ground, forming a small whirlwind about fifteen centimeters high.
"Master, you can't call this a tornado, at most you can be called a broom." Fang Qingrou was speechless.
Broomstick........
Char was so stunned by Fang Qingrou's words that he almost lost his breath and said angrily: "Fuck you, if I really create a tornado, will the animals in this forest still be alive?"
"Ha, haha..." Fang Qingrou laughed dryly and was too embarrassed to talk to Charles again.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, there was a sound like shaking mountains in the distance, startling the two people chatting.
"What's the sound?" Fang Qingrou asked with surprise.
"Qingrou, please go back first, I'll go over there to check on the situation." Char said with a somewhat solemn expression.
He is an authorized hunter of the kingdom. When he discovers something strange in the forest, he must go to the place where the incident occurred to investigate.
Fang Qingrou is still a novice. If she encounters some difficult problems, Char is not confident in protecting her, so he asks her to go back first.
Although Fang Qingrou didn't want to leave and felt that she was not weak, thinking about the concealment skills she had just learned for two months, she still nodded in agreement.
"Master, be careful." Fang Qingrou said with some concern before leaving.
"Don't worry, it's no different from usual." When Charles heard his daughter's caring words, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
He ran quickly in the snow, towards the direction of the sound. After a while, Charles smelled the pungent smell of blood.
"This is........."
Charles looked at the snow in front of him with some solemnity.
Scarlet, large swaths of scarlet, everywhere were the corpses of winter honey wolves that had been cut off with some kind of sharp weapon, and their internal organs and stumps were thrown everywhere like rags.
In addition, the ground at the scene seemed to have been plowed by something, with overturned earth everywhere and a lingering void atmosphere in the air.
thump!
thump!
thump!!
Charles seemed to have thought of something, and his heart beat violently.
He searched in the snow, and after a while he found a winter wolf that still had a faint consciousness.
He gently stroked the other person's head with his hand, trying to relieve the pain on his body.
"Ouch..." the winter wolf cried weakly, and at the same time stretched out its tongue and licked Char's palm.
It doesn't want to die yet, it hopes that Char can save it.
"Sorry..." Charles shook his head. A big hole opened in the winter honey wolf's abdomen, and its intestines were exposed.
Compared with its brothers who were cut off in half, it was lucky. Unfortunately, it lost too much blood and could not be saved.
"Can you tell me what the big guy who attacked you looks like?" Char stretched out his other hand, rubbed the winter honey wolf's head, and gently scratched its chin.
"Aww..." The consciousness of the winter wolf gradually dissipated. It looked into Char's eyes. One of them was covered with a ferocious shell and dispersed the pack of winter wolves in one move.
The huge thing came into Charlie's eyes.
"Sure enough it is..."
Looking at the familiar appearance of the other party, Char could not help but mutter to himself.