At noon, the sun god yawned, stretched, covered himself with a quilt-like white cloud, and sneaked into the mountains. The blue sky gradually became dim without the reflection of the sun god, and after Luoxia slowly adapted to the surrounding environment, it flew with the lonely bird. This scenery is exquisite, the viewer is drunk, and the listener is fascinated.

After saying that, Joey was amazed by the string test, and handed the oak bow in his hand to Witt and said, "It's not too early, let's go!" Try your hand at arrows outside! There are rattan targets and practice arrows that I usually practice, which just come in handy, hahaha~" After speaking, he walked straight out of the house.

Witt held the oak bow in his hand, his heart was surging, and his excitement was no less than Joey's, and he also followed Joey out in a hurry.

I saw a rattan quiver hanging on the outside of the wooden board on the right side of the outside door. Witt took it off and visually saw about thirty arrows in practice. Witt pulled out a practice arrow and looked closely.

I saw that the arrow of the practice arrow was constructed as an iron cone, probably because Joey practiced repeatedly, and the arrow rubbed against the rattan target, causing the iron cone to become slightly dull. The body of the arrow is made of straight dry wood and is about half a meter long. Eagle feathers are glued to the tail of the arrow, which makes the whole arrow look beautiful. Of course, the role of the arrow feather is not in the aesthetics, the arrow feather is generally not parallel to the arrow shaft, so the arrow can rotate in the process of flight, thereby greatly improving the stability of the arrow, but increasing the resistance of the arrow, so that the kinetic energy of the arrow is rapidly reduced, affecting the flight distance of the arrow. Therefore, spiral arrows require not only a good bow, but also good arm strength.

Practice the rattan target on the fence wall side of the yard. The rattan target is a circular rattan shield with a diameter of about one meter, which is made of vines made of precision weaving. There are three circles drawn with lime on the circular rattan target, which are three circles, large, medium and small. A solid circle is dotted in the center of the rattan target. Obviously, the closer the arrow that hits the rattan target is to the solid circle, the more accurate the arrow that hits the rattan target, so I won't dwell on it here.

The maximum target distance in the yard is about 10 meters, which is the minimum distance required for effective practice. Witt tied the rattan quiver to his back, held the bow in his left hand, and drew a practice arrow from his back with his right hand and placed it on the oak bow.

Witt closed his right eye, and the arrow slowly pulled back under the pull of his index finger and thumb. As the arrow continues to stretch back, the resistance increases rapidly. When the arrow was about ten centimeters behind, Witt's right hand began to tremble, and the bow began to shake involuntarily, making it difficult to aim at the rattan target. Gradually, his arm became sore, and the arrow broke free from the string and rushed out, bypassing the dense fence and running out of the yard.

Joey was dumbfounded, standing motionless, unable to explain for a long time.

"Wit! Are you serious?! The anger dissipated the stuffiness in Joey's chest, making Joey agitated, his eyes wide open, his nostrils loose, and he roared, "This fence is two vine targets high!" Can this shoot out of the yard? After saying that, he stared straight at Witt.

As soon as the arrow flew out of the courtyard, Witt was in an embarrassing situation and felt particularly embarrassed. Joey stared at him even more red-faced, and after a long time he explained: "The arm strength is not enough, it is difficult to control the bow, and it is impossible to draw the bow." ”

"That's because you don't usually exercise well, and you will drop the chain at critical moments!" Joey was helpless and suppressed the anger in his heart, after all, this kind of thing can't be blamed on Witt. Witt is usually not like himself, and he has the opportunity to go out hunting with old Joey every day. After drawing the bow for a long time, and with thick arms, Joey was naturally able to easily control the laborious oak bow.

That's it! Joey shook his head helplessly: "In your current situation, let alone hunting, if you encounter a slightly larger beast, you will be cold!" It's getting dark, and it's impossible to hunt today. In this way, I don't use much practice arrows now, and besides, the old man is not short of arrows, you take it back, pull it a hundred times a day, and within a month, you will definitely make great progress. However, let me warn you in advance that those in the village who are not from the hunters and carry bows and arrows without permission will be imprisoned at least and hanged at worst, and will also affect their families, so you should be careful. As for lunch, you haven't eaten a single grain, so let's eat dinner here! The old man estimated that he would not be able to come back for a while, and there was still half a hare left over from yesterday in the house, so the two of them just shared him! ”

Joey walked straight inside the house. Although Witt was excited about Joey's practice arrows, the "gurgling" belly made him salivate over the hare meat that he hadn't touched for a long time, and he wanted to swallow it in one bite, and then followed Joey closely.

The sky outside the hunter's hut had completely darkened, and the "Eighteen Princes" appeared in the dark night and began to show their skills. The neighing of rats in the inner room, and the occasional collision sound of wooden basins hitting the ground, the battle situation is very "precipitous". The crickets never stopped, as if cheering for a duel between mice. The spiders on the roof, weaving layers of distinctive, regular, and viscous spider webs, began to play a pleasant and beautiful zite song, as if everything around them was gone, and only reveled in their own strings. A mosquito brother who seemed to know how to appreciate the sound of strings flew forward curiously looking for the sound, but suddenly hit the "south wall", only to realize that it was too late. The string sound stopped abruptly, and the mosquito brother could only feel the slight vibration on the "south wall", and when he looked up, he suddenly fainted in fright. Sister Spider laughed at the end of tonight's dinner, while quickly flipping her two front paws, and at the same time spit out protein filaments, and in the blink of an eye, the mosquito brother who was lying quietly had already been surrounded into a "protein candy" the size of a grain of rice.

Joey noticed that the rats in the inner room were noisy, and got up from the campfire and walked towards the inner room with a lantern. The light illuminated the inner room, but there was silence, leaving only a small empty tub on the ground.

Returning to sit down by the campfire, Joey looked serious again and asked with a smile, "Come!" Let's continue with what we just said. Say, why do you want to be a hunter? ”

Witt couldn't answer for a moment, scratched his head, and stared blankly at the flickering and dancing of the campfire in front of him, burning the skinned rabbit meat on it.

"I want to have a stable home, and I want my family to be safe, happy, and healthy. So, I need a hunter's hut like Joey's house to live in, and I need hunting skills like old Uncle Joey or you to live on and protect myself. I just don't want to live in precariousness every day, eating this meal and thinking about the next one. Some villagers go out to cultivate the land and may never come back. I want to live in a world where there are no bandits and robbers raging, and people live in harmony and help each other, instead of the strong ravaging the weak and the living trampling on the dead. Witt pondered for a moment, and then uttered a large number of words in one breath that he thought was incredible.

In fact, Witt also knows that on this continent of Calradia, where his status is hereditary, it is simply wishful thinking to turn from a farmer to a hunter. A peasant is a peasant, and his descendants can only be peasants for the rest of their lives, working as tenant farmers in the lord's fiefdoms, living a servile life that is worse than death, and they still feel that they deserve it. As long as you give a little favor, they will get into the danger for you, and they will not give up. It's just because of the ruler's invisible strong blockade that they can't see how big the outside world is and how high the mountains are.

But in Calradia, there is a general rule, and that is that you have enough physical fitness and skills to make you superior in battle, so that you can stand out from the crowd and be recruited into the army, so that you can get out of the lowest class and start to earn yourself a place in society by virtue of your military exploits. However, seven out of ten soldiers were killed in battle, two were disabled, and one was prosperous, which is the life-long summary of a living veteran.

Although Joey next to him was shocked by Witt's words, he also listened attentively and did not interrupt. Witt's words just now still echoed in his mind, and he couldn't let go of it for a long time.

"What about you? Joey, what are your ideals? Do you want to be a hunter like your father, Joey Sr.? Witt looked curiously at the familiar young man in front of him, who was deep in thought and in good health, and waited eagerly and patiently for the other to answer his question.

After a long silence, Joey slowly opened his mouth, stood up in an unhurried voice, and said in a deep and powerful voice: "I want to be a Knight of Vekia, become a nobleman, serve the Lord of Warisienpoye, gallop on the battlefield, and make great achievements!" ”

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