The brown-haired moonlight rat who was sitting in front of the moonlight rat phalanx just now and opened the small iron box to check was Ron.

Of course, behind the Moonlight Rats, there are no high-level druids, only two with superior intelligence, which look similar to the Moonlight Rats that have been enlightened by the Druid's five-ring spell [Enlightenment], all of which are just the imagination of old Saiwei.

"Squeak!"

Go home!

As soon as he entered the sewers, Ron's deep voice replaced the longbeard's chirping, and he took over the command of the Moonlight Rat's guard, and hundreds of Moonlight Rats squirmed quickly along the familiar rat path towards the Moonlight Rats' territory. On the surface of the sewer, this is already a force to be reckoned with, feeling the vibration of the moonlight rats passing by, whether it is small snakes, scorpions, rats, or worms, they all quietly dodge into their nests, or in the dark crevices, waiting for the moonlight rat colony to leave.

"Squeak!"

Pick up the food and disband!

Ron didn't want to treat his leader badly, and followed him for half a night, and the first thing Ron did when he returned to the nest was to open a warehouse and put food out of the food warehouse obtained from the last full moon to distribute it to the moonglow rat guards. Naturally, the beard also got a share that satisfied him.

After receiving the food, Ron announced that he was disbanded, and the Moonlight Rat Guards returned to their nests to rest, while Ron himself crawled back to his nest with a small tin box.

"Squeak!"

Not bad!

Ignoring the hunger of his stomach, Ron, who returned to the nest, immediately opened the small iron box again with high interest and took out the small hand crossbow.

"Ding! The materials don't match, and they can't be realized!"

"Please prepare the correct materials before proceeding!"

As soon as Ron's front paws touched the small crossbow, a pale green prompt flashed in front of his eyes. Ignoring it, Ron picked up his crossbow and examined it in his hand.

It is a small crossbow specially made for halfling children, reduced to the same proportions as the shape of an adult's crossbow, with a slightly rough workmanship, and equipped with eight crossbow arrows as slender as needles.

Originally, the crossbow body was supposed to be made of hard elm wood, and the tough cow tendon was used as the crossbow string, but the makers obviously took into account the strength and safety of the children, and finally the crossbow body of the small hand crossbow was made of light willow wood, and the tough cow tendon was also replaced with a raw cowhide that was a good grade.

However, the small crossbow was now held in Ron's hand, just the right size, just like an adult holding a crossbow, and the grip made in the shape of a halfling child's hand was quite comfortable, and the force required to pull the crossbow arm was a piece of cake for Ron.

"Squeak!"

One, two, three!

With the crossbow arm pulled apart and the string on the trigger, Ron took a bolt out of the small tin box and carefully placed it in the hand crossbow. Ron then cocked his crossbow and leaned it on his shoulder, tilting his head slightly, squinting one eye as he aimed the rudimentary groove of the crossbow at the target of the test: his own nest.

"Whoosh!"

Apparently the willow crossbow arm and the raw cowhide crossbow string were not as bad as old Saivi had said, and only a slight turbulence of the air flow was heard, and Ron saw the crossbow arrow go straight through the fur of the cloud fox, pierce the hay inside, and then appear at the back of the nest, colliding with the bluestone ground with a dull sound.

At the same time, Ron's shoulders sank slightly, and the reaction force of the crossbow bolt was greatly reduced by the crossbow body and transmitted to his body, which was easily accepted by Ron.

"Squeak!"

Not bad!

If only there were pistols!

There is the power of a firearm in memory, and the power of the natural hand crossbow can only be summed up in two words in Ron's eyes, but for the moonlight rat and many small creatures, this small hand crossbow is definitely a killing weapon, enough to cause fatal damage!

Grinning slightly, Ron nodded his head in recognition of the little hand crossbow, and he crawled towards the nest, ready to pick up the crossbow arrows.

But before he could get to the nest, a slight buzzing sound sounded, and a slender crossbow arrow suddenly appeared in the crossbow box of the small hand crossbow, and it seemed that it was the one that Ron had just shot.

"Squeak!"

So that's it!

Although he heard from Saiwei's mouth that there was a crossbow arrow with an auto-return function in this set of small hand crossbows, Ron didn't take it to heart, but he picked out a crossbow bolt with an auto-return ability in the first test shot, which was indeed a bit lucky, so Ron's mood became more and more good.

"Squeak!"

Take the next test!

After testing the penetration of the small-handed crossbow with his own nest, Ron came to the outside of the nest with the small-handed crossbow, ready to test the range of the crossbow arrows.

Hunter is a ranged class, and range for hunters is the distance between victory and death. A good ranged weapon, whether it is a longbow or a short bow, a crossbow or a musket, should have as long a range as possible while being lethal to ensure that the prey can be killed before it can damage the hunter.

Of course, range and lethality have always been a pair of enemies, either the range is long, but the lethality is insufficient, or the lethality is huge, but the range is very close, and the two can only take an equilibrium point.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Choosing a piece of wood next to the sewer as a target, Ron began testing the range of the small hand crossbow. With each hit, Ron stepped back a distance, about a foot to the touch, and fired again.

In this test, the self-returning bolts allowed Ron to experience the thrill of infinite ammo and the hassle of removing the bolts from the wood.

The only flaw is that the automatic return of the bolt is time-limited, and it takes about three seconds for it to appear in the case of the small hand crossbow.

"Take!"

"Take, take, take!"

The sound of wood being hit and punctured was constantly heard in the sewers, five feet starting, six feet, eight feet, fifteen feet, twenty feet......

"Squeak!"

The optimal range should be within ten feet, and the bolts fired can be nailed to the wood as long as they hit it. More than ten feet, to fifteen feet, can occasionally be nailed, and fifteen to twenty feet, only one groove can be shot, and it is completely impossible to nail.

"Squeak!"

But I'm going to practice shooting!

Flapping his head, Ron's rat face seemed flushed. Ron, who had just memorized the range and the best shooting distance of the small hand crossbow, discovered a fatal flaw in the process of shooting: that is, his shooting skills were terrible!

Within five feet, you can basically hit seven or eight out of ten, but once you exceed ten feet, it is often only possible to shoot one arrow in ten arrows, and there is no accurate head of a veteran hunter at all.

So, in the following days, in the sewers at the core of the Moonlight Rat Territory, the sound of crossbow arrows piercing wooden stakes continued to sound for ten days!