"Oran, adjust your breathing...... Imagine that the bow is the left hand and the string is the right hand. You have only prey in your eyes...... Wait for it to let its guard down, wait for it to bow its head and chew grass. ”

Whoosh, Orlan decisively loosened the string, and the short bow of the black fir let out a dull tremor, and the arrows that broke through the air groaned.

"Oran, good job." The old hunter patted his little head, and Orlan was watching to see if his prey fell. I heard that an experienced old hunter could tell if the tip of an arrow was red just by listening to the arrow slicing through the air.

"Poor rabbit, still a rare golden retriever. Oran, your arrows pierce the entire length of its head, and this fur, if perfectly stripped of its fur, could make you a small golden rabbit fur hat...... Well, even the aristocratic lady likes that, hahaha. ”

“…… So why not sell it? Winter is coming, and I expect that the aristocratic lady in your mouth will pay a good price. Oran was expressionless, accustomed to the nagging of the old hunter and the habit of making fun of him.

"Hey, little Oran's wings are getting harder and harder, I think he will jump back against me back then, and the old and lonely old hunter will ...... in the future."

It's good to ignore it habitually, Orlan is already wondering if tonight's rabbit meat is roasted or stewed? …… I'm afraid there is no rabbit meat left. Oran woke up from his dream, his spirits were a little sluggish, and he dreamed of the old hunter again.

The bow that had been wound on his chest was supported, the short sword in the sheath on his back could be drawn at any time, and the quiver behind his waist was full.

He jumped and grabbed the rope from the tree and swung down, tumbling on his toes and unloading the force, silently...... The blue crow on the branch tilted its head and stretched its neck.

Orlan was awakened by the trap alarm he had set up, and he looked like a big guy, but if it was just a lost adult horned deer...... Then resign yourself to your fate. These curious deer are really annoying, after all, they are not very valuable.

In order not to hurt the fur of the prey, Oran has finally found a natural pit in the past few days, plus some processing operations. Of course, more important is the unique to this mountain range, the Oran Mountain Great White Bear's favorite bee honey and salmon.

Don't ask why Oran knows that Oran bears like this, and don't ask why Oran, Mount Olan and Oran bear are all called "Oran".

Well, the first question, because this is a secret that belongs to the hunters. The old hunter had seen the clever Oran bear eat like this, so he passed it on to the little hunter.

The second question, because Orlan was picked up by an old hunter in the Oran Mountains, so it is called.

Oran also has a head of snow comparable to the top of the Olan Mountains, and the white fur of the Oran bear. In fact, his hair is not exactly that pure white, but has a hint of mysterious ancient silver.

The Åland Mountains are home to one of the few towering trees that jut into the sky, and it is said that they are a subspecies of giant trees left over from ancient times. Even from a distance, you can see these huge pillars that "support" heaven and earth. They are also the best camps and signposts for hunters and travelers.

A part of the epidermis is often hollowed out near the roots to become a temporary shelter from the wind, and a little bit of the upper part can accommodate several people to walk or rest. Humans are nothing more than ants nesting on giant trees.

In fact, even this is not enough to protect hunters and travelers. What's more, these giant trees seem to have a natural deterrent to most beasts. Except for those "brainless" snakes, insects, rats and ants, they will not easily approach here.

Or in the eyes of beasts, humans are also brainless? It cannot be ruled out that some people believe in and revere these "sacred trees". Maybe that's why humans didn't become "arboides".

The giant trees that Orlan inhabits these days are too far from town, of course, to catch more valuable things, such as this Orlan white bear that staggers at the bottom of the pit. It was like those drunken men at the door of the town's midnight tavern, even if they couldn't stand still, they still had their mouths open, begging for that unpleasant liquid.

Orlan's special bait is to Orlan bears what wine is to drunks. The juice of the paralyzing vines is dried into powder through the hunter's exclusive secret recipe and mixed with honey, which is a measure that even adult trolls will fall!

"Stand up, I'll shoot a shot......" The Orlan bear was still shaking its head and tail, and the beast still lost its vigilance.

The bow is like a full moon, and Orlan can now use the power of this short bow with a strength of about 70 pounds, and it is at the level of twenty rounds in a row. I can go to the level of the Imperial Recruitment Office to report.

At such a close distance, there was only a difference of about 5 yards, and if he missed any more shots, it was estimated that the old hunter would be so angry that he would run out of the cemetery to teach him a lesson.

Poof, the irregularly shaped stainless steel arrowhead and half of the arrow body completely submerged into the bear's eye socket. The big beast was tormented by the intense pain and "woke up", and Orlan had already fled away. The enraged white bear roared wildly, slapping wildly against the surrounding rock walls, and even felt the slight vibration of the ground.

"Listening to the sound, the body of the arrow must have destroyed its prefrontal lobe, and its vitality is still so tenacious? Then I'll bet 40 seconds...... 1 minute is the limit. Oran listened to the bear's movements and silently remembered the time.

For 1 minute, the white bear at the bottom of the pit still had a faint breath left. This made Olan Yousheng admire...... Admire the tenacity of the bear.

Five minutes later, Orlan finally planned to go down and dispose of the bear's carcass. The arrow on top of its head had broken, but it sank deeper and deeper. Orlan had to recycle the arrowheads, and he couldn't afford to waste them in steel.

This is an adult Oran bear, weighing about 1,500 pounds, which is quite acceptable in its class. Looking at the claw marks on the pit wall, the big beast almost crawled out, but it was all in Orlan's calculations.

Orlan, who jumped off the bottom of the pit, did not stage the scene of being killed by the remnants of blood, he took out the hunter's dagger on the side of his boot and immediately started a feast of "Ku Ding and Relieve the Bear". He didn't have the strength to get this guy up, and the smell of blood at the bottom of the pit was slower.

Skillfully cut the throat and bleed, cut the tendons and peeled the skin. Bones, muscles, fat, internal organs, etc., piece by piece, are completely disassembled and stacked. It's hard to imagine that a young hunter of this age has such skillful dismemberment.

Except for the eye sockets that are a little torn due to the struggle, and the limbs are also a little scratched, but overall this is a high-quality and high-quality product. After all, for a beast like the Orlan bear, there is almost no better fur.

The bear paw is kept for itself, and some of the bear meat and bear fat can be taken away, and bear bile is a good thing that can be sold to alchemists. The bearskin seemed to have become a gold coin in his pocket, and Orlan couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

A few drops of scarlet as his eyes were accidentally splashed on his white cheeks, reflecting the moonlight that was about to break.

The remaining bones and entrails are to be used as a toll for the beasts, a tradition of hunters - not to eat and wipe clean.

It was almost dawn, and the blood on Oran's face had not yet been wiped off, and his neat silver hair was tied into a ponytail, swaying rhythmically as he ran.

Counting the time, it's time to go to town, and the most important thing is to ask for the most important thing.