Jeanne whispered into Viklico's ear, and Viklico had a wicked smile on her face, and turned to the short figure and shouted, "Cooper, come here!" ”

The dwarven uncle approached her suspiciously, not knowing what kind of manual work she was to be told to do this time.

"Take it out!" Vickyly smiled wickedly and held out her hand to him.

"Take out what?" Cooper's eyebrows were almost squeezed into a line, but he had probably guessed what Vickyly was referring to, and he quickly hid his hands behind his back and stuffed something into his trouser pockets.

"Garlic ......" Vikli turned him over and pulled a half-full bottle out of his trouser pocket.

"Hey! That's what I stayed to drink on the way! If you want to drink, you can do it yourself! Cooper's eyes were red, and he jumped to his feet to reach the bottle in her hand.

"Can't you starve to death without this sip of wine? Don't talk nonsense, I'll pour a little! As she spoke, she picked up a stone slab with deep grooves from her side, uncorked the bottle, and poured half of the wine.

She shoved the remaining bottle back into Cooper's hand, and turned to place the slab firmly behind a collapsed stone wall. Then he followed Jeanne's footsteps, leaned down, and followed the trail towards a low deserted wall.

"Are you sure it's still around?" Vikily was a little suspicious of Jeanne's instincts, and there was a dead silence all around, not like an environment where prey would be infested.

"The footprints are deep, it's a very fat turkey, and although it doesn't run fast, it's best to keep a low profile. You see! Jeanne said, holding out her hand and pointing lightly to the opposite side of the low wall.

Vicilico leaned against the low wall and poked her head out slightly, it was a clearing scratched by claw marks, and indeed a few turkeys were pulling through the soil in search of food.

"The trap has been placed, what do we do now?" Vicky herself was a little confused, she had first heard of the use of spirits to lure turkeys. But it seemed that the turkeys were already smoking from their throats with thirst, and when they smelled the smell, they immediately approached the slate where the liquor was contained.

"Wait until they've drunk before they do it. Bows, arrows, spears, whatever you use, you have to remember that you only have one chance. Now, aim for the biggest one, being careful not to hurt the surrounding turkeys. Jeanne seemed to be a different person, and her tone seemed to have the fortitude of a hunter.

The bow and arrow had long been lost in Vlactu, and Vichery had just regained the feel of throwing a gun, and Jeanne was right, there was only one chance. She took a deep breath, slowly raised her left hand, aimed her thumb at the turkey that had just tasted the spirits, and jerked her right hand and threw the spear out.

The spearhead pierced the turkey's chest and pinned it firmly to the ground, and the people around it were frightened and fled in all directions with black wings flapped.

"It worked!" Vekirico got up and ran to her prey, the turkey looked weak, and immediately lost its strength after being pierced by the spear.

"It was perfect, Miss Vicky! This turkey should be not young, its claws are a little blunt, and if you don't kill it, it will be left for other animals to eat. Jeanne drew her spear and handed it to Viklico, who returned to Draenor and Cooper by the neck of the turkey.

Draenor noticed the prey in her hand, it was a fat turkey, and although the feathers were a little thin, the meat still looked firm.

"Uncle Cooper, let's find a way to make a fire, and lunch is over." Draenor patted Cooper on the shoulder and walked over to a rotten log to gather firewood.

Jeanne pulled the dagger from her waist and expertly cut off the turkey's head, disemboweling it to remove the excess entrails. While no hot water can perfectly remove turkey feathers, the spirits have left its pores wide open. Within two minutes, Jeanne had plucked all the feathers.

Cooper tossed a pinch of crystal powder and lit the campfire, inserting Jeanne's skewered chicken into the fire. The fire was burning so hard that in a short time the chicken skin was crispy and yellow, and Draenor was so attracted by the smell of the burnt smell that he couldn't wait to grab the meat skewers and devour them.

The meat of the turkey was a little too "firm", and after ten minutes of eating, the wood-like texture still remained in Draenor's mouth.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Draenor, we don't have any spices, so we'll have to leave it at that." Jeanne smiled apologetically and covered the bonfire with dew-stained green leaves.

It is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, and it would be good to be able to eat under special circumstances, and Draenor also took into account Jeanne's thoughts, and smiled at her to show understanding. It wasn't until the burning sensation of stomach acid was completely masked by the chicken that he faintly noticed the sound of metal colliding from the dilapidated house behind him.

"What's that going on, Uncle Cooper?" Draenor seemed to be overwhelmed by hunger, having only been intently biting at the turkey meat, not even noticing Cooper's absence.

Vicilico gestured to the stone house, wiping the grease from the corners of her mouth with her fingers. "He said he was going to prepare something, but he didn't know what he was busy with, and this is the virtue of dwarves."

She turned and grabbed a string of chicken thighs and handed it to Draenor, "Go check it out, and bring him something to eat by the way." ”

Draenor took the skewers and got up and walked towards the house.

"Uncle, don't be busy, eat something, right?" Draenor walked into the rubble hut, the ceiling shattered to the ground, and he had to lift his legs high to step over the obstacle in front of him. With the sunlight overhead, he saw Cooper standing at a stone table fiddling with something.

"Put it on that table, I thought you had forgotten about me! Don't be stupid, since you're here, give me a hand! Cooper wiped the beads of sweat from his face and turned to throw a stone tablet at him.

Draenor quickly crouched down and caught it steadily, the slate with several coils of threads carved into it, with an irregular groove in the center. He walked out the back door in the direction Cooper had pointed, and it looked like a sheepfold, with a row of identical slabs neatly laid out on the low wall opposite.

"The space on the far right, put it in place." Cooper's voice came from the room, and Draeno placed the slabs firmly to the far right of the other slabs as instructed.

"What are you going to do here? A ritual to dispel the 'curse'? He teased Cooper.

"Use your pig brain and think about it, aren't you a soldier?" Cooper walked out of the room, clapped his hands, and brushed the dust off his pants.

Although these stone slabs in front of me are a bit rudimentary, it is not difficult to see that they are specially used for shooting training. But the targets I used to remember were all made of leather, and it was the first time I've seen a slate target like this one.

"You're not going to let me hit such a target, are you?" Draenor looked at the line drawn at his feet, and removed the short gun from his waist, the barrel had been cut off a large part, and it was impossible to hit those targets at such a distance.

"That's right, although your kid's melee strength is not weak, but just in case, you still need to make good use of the advantages of firearms." As he spoke, Cooper pulled out a triangular metal pipe from behind him.

"I took a rough measurement, but I just don't know if it's suitable." Cooper handed the metal pipe to Draenor.

The long barrel was about thirty centimeters long, and the three angular tips were polished into a semicircular arc, which was clearly an extended barrel used to fit the mouth of the firebolt. Draenor gave Cooper a suspicious look, put the barrel over the muzzle, and screwed the knob on its side.

"Is this thing reliable?"

Draenor stared at the longer firebolt in his hand, this thing was so powerful that with his own strength it was difficult to hold the grip firmly after firing, and if something went wrong with the three-edged barrel, the whole body of the gun would explode. He didn't want to cut off an arm for no reason.

"Don't be nervous, this is metal found from the side of the ruins, and its hardness is on par with my axe, and my Eraud alloy axe will crack if it takes two more hits!" Cooper grossly touched the scratched back of his axe and shouted at Draenor.

"Since the dwarves' top craftsmen say so, it seems that we have to give it a try." Draenor said as he waved the elongated gun in his hand, the barrel of which was firmly connected without the slightest shaking.

Cooper tossed him a sack sewn from linen, and Draenor caught it, which appeared to contain some sort of metal particle. He pulled out one, a riveted bullet, made of no metal and glowing orange in the sunlight.

Draenor adjusted his state and slowly retreated to the other end of the line, the thumb of his right hand sliding the lid backwards, scattering a pinch of crystal dust.

The next step is to reload the bullet, which was supposed to be stuffed directly into the barrel, but with this extended barrel, how can you ensure that the bullet can honestly slide in?

"What are you doing? Isn't there a heat vent on the side of the magazine? ”

Draenor heard Cooper's shout, and since the muzzle of the gun couldn't be reloaded, he simply filled it through the heat dissipator. He opened the valves on the side vents and filled the three barrels with just the right size bullets.

The previous fire was too powerful, Draenor turned the power valve on the side to the "2" position, and adjusted the ignition hydrant on the other side to one end, the temperature of the gun magazine gradually increased, and the billowing heat wave filled the barrel around the barrel.

Everything is ready, all that is left is to fire. Draenor adjusted his breathing, picked up his musket in both hands, and aimed his gun at the slate target ten meters away in front of him.

"Boom-"

He didn't bother to check the hit, his eyes moved to another stone slab with the muzzle of the gun, and he pulled the trigger again.

"Next, good, next ......"

As the targets fell one after the other, Delaenor's arm became more and more numb, and he struggled to hold the muzzle of the gun, firing all six bullets that had been stuffed into the barrel.

The magazine burned red from the continuous fire, and he relaxed his body, took a step back and hung his arm.

"Ten seconds, should I praise you for being a gifted novice? Or should I call you a waste soldier? It's too slow! Cooper shouted and threw a stone at him, and Draenor was hit in the back of the head, leaving him speechless for a moment.

"Ten seconds? It seems that I did get a little rusty and didn't know how the hit would turn out. Draenor ran to the low wall, clutching his head, and lifted the slabs one by one.

"Three ten rings, two to the side, and one of them actually missed the target...... "Draenor said with a wry smile, such an achievement is really not on the table for a soldier with nearly ten years of actual combat experience.

"It seems that the hit result is not ideal, come again!" Cooper shouted at Draenor.

Although the impact force is much smaller than that of the "third gear", it is still not easy to control the jitter caused by the recoil. Draenor's arm was still a little sore, and he quickly shook his hand and moved his stiff muscles.

"Listen, I've used this gun before, and yours can only fire three shots in a row at most, and the bullet is likely to melt after the barrel overheats, so take care of it!" Cooper approached Draenor and kicked him in the stomach.

Draenor gradually became familiar with the operation of the firebolt, and the valve had four positions, and as Vicky said, the higher the number, the more powerful.

According to normal logic, the more powerful it is, the longer the range should be. But Draenor knew that this logic simply didn't work for this unusual firebolt. If it is too powerful, it will even shatter the ammunition, and the range will be much shorter.

"It seems that second gear is also a bit exaggerated." Draenor turned the power valve to the least powerful "first gear" and reloaded the magazine with six bullets, three of which went into the barrel and the rest stuck in the heat dissipation.

Adjust your breathing, straighten your waist and stomach, and focus your attention on the crosshairs of the barrel, three points and one line.

“3，2…… 1！ ”

"Bang ......"

Following Cooper's orders, Delaenor held his breath and pulled the trigger, slamming the butt of the gun to his right shoulder. He tightened his grip on the barrel of his gun and fired at one target after another.

At the end of the third shot, he turned and shook the barrel, pushing the heat dissipation valve back into the barrel as a spare slot and continued firing until the sound of the sixth shot died down, and he let out a long breath.

"Five seconds...... Looks like I'm underestimating you. Cooper was a little surprised by Draenor's achievement, and in the remaining three seconds he had hit six targets, except for the two seconds he had left to dissipate heat from the barrel.

"Your growth should not be underestimated!" Cooper shouted at Draenor's back.

"Practice makes perfect, it's just a matter of finding some feelings." Draenohau said immodestly.

Although he had only been able to use a one-shot flintlock pistol at a time in Eichenryder, he had tried his training in bursts countless times. Swinging the loaded gun in a row, and switching to the next gun immediately after firing, he also won an excellent result in six sides, ten rings, and more than five seconds.

He picked up the flintlock pistol in his hand, and the heat of the gun gradually receded. It seems that there are pros and cons, this gun does not require much ammunition, and the power is unusually huge, but no matter how many gears it can shoot three bullets in a row, which may be why it is designed with three barrels.

Draenor unloaded the barrel as it cooled, re-attached the gun to his belt and turned away from the range. Cooper was a little skeptical of his accuracy, and he ran to the low wall, only to see that the center of the six stone slabs had been pierced one by one.

"Hey! You don't think I'm going to hand you the barrel like that, do you? ”

As soon as Draenor reached the door, he heard Cooper's shout, and he rolled his eyes, not knowing what the dwarf uncle was going to do. Who knew that after he turned around, Cooper actually handed over a holster.

"Take it right away, so you don't have to remove the barrel."

Draenor took the holster, and saw that the material was made of cowhide, and the pattern on the fabric looked familiar.

"I don't have any other leather on hand, so I just made one out of my own vest, if you don't dislike it, use it first!" Cooper patted Draenor on the thigh, turned around and picked up the chicken leg that had been placed on the table.

"The chicken thighs have no condiments, and they have already been cooled, so they must be difficult to eat." Draenor thought as he looked at his uncle's figure.

But Cooper ate with relish, and besides, he was also a top craftsman, and now he was willing to make so many useful tools for Draenor that he didn't know how to thank him for a while.

"Uncle Cooper......"

Cooper continued to chew on the pieces of meat in his mouth, looking rather impatient. "What are you doing? You're going to strip me naked, aren't you satisfied? Cooper became so agitated that he bit down on the bone and almost knocked his tooth out.

"It's not...... Thank you very much. Draenor was a little embarrassed and smiled as he continued.

"Shhh......h Is it all said and done? Let's go over and accompany those girls! His temper was as violent as ever, and Draenor smiled wryly and nodded, reconnecting the barrel of the gun and walking out of the room.

"How can there be gunshots? Are you two training? Vicilico asked, turning her head to him.

"I've practiced my marksmanship a little, so be it." Draenor inserted the gun back into the holster, tied it behind his back with twine.

"Mr. Delaenau! See what we found? Jeanne held a salallow scroll in her hand and dragged Vicilico towards him.

Draenor took the scroll and carefully pulled it open, it was a map with some strange geometric pattern drawn on it.

"This is what we found from a basement, and if it's the same as I thought, it should be a map of the northern city of Gutu Morahand." Vicky said with a smile on her lips.

This is a map of the city reversed north and south, and Draenor notices a triangular building in the bottom corner of the map, and further north is the swamp he saw yesterday, yes, this is the map of the city of Ancient Morpheusland.

He pointed to the triangle that symbolized the temple, and to the south crossed another city, Snowway, the domain of the Licos, but it seemed that there was a large desert between them.

"Follow the map, we're not far from the land of the Lycos." Draenor handed the map to Viklico, rolled it up and inserted it into her backpack, got up and packed her bags, and spoke to the group

"Looks like that's right, go get Cooper and get ready! We're going to keep going. ”

。