If it can't hit, then it must be because of a variety of factors, or from yourself, or from the environment, or from the enemy, as long as you can master all the situations, then, you can achieve a miraculous skill.

This concept did not come from his bow and arrow enlightenment teacher, as a member of the elven royal family, the first to teach Esa the bow and arrow was the high-level marksman in the Twilight Forest, compared to the average elf, it is also blessed, however, at that time, Esa did not actually want to move towards the path of the marksman, because at that time he thought that archery was actually a skill of luck.

Even at a certain distance, your teacher, a high-level marksman, may not be able to do 100 shots, usually 9 out of 10 shots is already a pretty good result, but your enemies are not targets, but moving creatures, and the enemy often won't fight you at the distance you are best at, or so far that you can barely hit, or so close that you don't even have time to aim. Isn't it entirely a matter of luck for such a shot to hit? What kind of technique is there for such an attack?

Therefore, after Aisa became a mid-level marksman, he decided to travel as a ranger to find the way he could best identify with fighting. At that time, he met a teacher he really agreed with, and he was also the most important teacher for him to successfully advance to the legend.

An old hunter, who didn't even enter the ranks, in terms of combat effectiveness, even if he was at that time, he could easily kill an ordinary person several times.

However, such an ordinary person let himself be defeated in a hunting duel provoked by himself.

Such a word, which can almost be said to be mythical, has become a fact in the hands of the old hunter.

He didn't shoot far, he didn't shoot fast, and his power was far less than his own, but he was extremely accurate, and he really hit every shot.

And the more impatient he is, the more he relies on the powerful strength of his advanced person to shoot arrows, the more he deviates from the target he wants to shoot.

In the end, although he shot several times more prey than the old prey, however, Esa thought that he had lost a complete defeat and was convinced, for the simple reason that no matter how big or small the prey was, no matter how fast or slow the prey was, every arrow of the old hunter hit the heart accurately, and not even a single arrow was wasted.

After that, Aisa concealed his identity as an elf royal family, and hid his strength, as an ordinary person to learn from the old hunter, of course, at the time it was also a small storm, after all, the elves who are famous for producing marksmen actually learned archery with an ordinary anthropo, this alone is surprising, not to mention that the status of the elf clan at that time was still far above the human race, even if it was an elf commoner, the average human nobles did not dare to have the slightest disrespect.

However, the old hunter didn't care, of course Aisa didn't care, for the old hunter, what he saw was that Aisa sincerely wanted to learn his archery, since someone was willing to inherit his own skills, then his old man with little time would naturally not mind so many chores, as for whether it was an elf or a human, there was no difference in the eyes of the old hunter.

In this way, Aisa learned the archery skills of the old hunter as an ordinary elf, because of Aisa's royal bloodline, he can be said to have advanced to the intermediate level marksman very early, and therefore far surpassed the average person in various physical abilities, but Aisa used some tough drugs to suppress his ability to the level of ordinary human beings, even weaker than ordinary elves, and then followed the old hunter to learn with such physical ability.

The old hunter doesn't like to speak, and the people in the village call him the old wolf head, because in a wolf disaster, the old hunter who is an ordinary person stayed on the city wall for a day and a night, and the wild wolf in the area where he shot hard didn't even dare to approach, you must know that the war was assisted by a third-order strongman, but even a third-order strong man had to admire the old hunter, and then the old hunter chased into the mountain, and half a month later sold a big wolf skin in the market that could almost fill a nobleman's living room, and the sharp-eyed people immediately found that it was the wild wolf leader who caused the wolf plague attack programAfter that, everyone respectfully called this strange old man an old hammer.

And the old wolf head only talked about archery a few times after accepting Esa as a student, most of the time it was the old wolf head hunting in front, Esa followed the study, and the two formed an abnormal teaching relationship, in the following years, the old wolf head didn't even say a word to Essa. And the people in the village are also accustomed to the old hammer followed by a strange young elf, and the two usually come to the market with a cart of prey, start to set up a stall without saying anything, and then go back after sunset with the unsold goods, although they don't say a word, but they are very tacit, and even rumors in the village are rumoring that the elf is not the son of the old headhunter or something. Of course, this kind of rumor is destined to have nothing to do with the withdrawn two.

More than ten years have passed like this, it seems like a moment for an elf, but for an old human it is the last straw that crushes the camel, even a skilled hunter, under the destruction of time, can only survive on the old wooden bed like a dead wood, and his chest is like an old bellows constantly making noisy exhalation sounds. And Aisa just silently helped the old wolf head cook soup and feed medicine, and even spent all his hunting savings to go to the city to invite doctors and priests to come to diagnose and treat, but old age is an incurable curse, no matter how hard Aisa tries, he can't delay the footsteps of death, even a little, and then, the savings are spent, and Aisa is forced to use his meager medical knowledge to find some medicine that can alleviate the condition.

Then in the evening, Esa returned to the dilapidated hunter's hut, and Essa's delicate nose twitched slightly, and he keenly felt that there was a strong smell of blood in the hunter's house, which he hadn't smelled for a long time since Esa couldn't go out hunting anymore to take care of the old wolf's head.

Esa untied his old hunting bow and cautiously pushed open the door, where the old hunter lay peacefully on his wooden bed, but in his chest was a delicate short knife, and the golden handle was carved with decorative elven characters, which seemed to be expensive. Dark red, near-dried blood stained the tattered brownish sheets and filled the ground, making it hard to imagine how such a thin body could hold so much blood.

Aisa looked at this scene expressionlessly, he stretched out his hand and gently closed the eyes of the old wolf head, the old wolf head looked like he was asleep at this time, Aisa was sure that the old wolf head had found someone breaking in, but he had no intention of resisting at all, or for the sick old man, death may also be a relief. And for Aisa, the human race is originally dispensable, or can grow land, but there is no other strength, therefore, for the death of the old man in front of him, he should be indifferent, however, Aisa felt in his heart.

"I'm a little unhappy. 」

After several visits, Esa knew what was going on, it turned out that it was an elven nobleman who had nothing to do and traveled everywhere, because he heard the local rumors that a noble elf actually worshipped a human as a teacher to learn bow and arrow, so he was not convinced and decided to see how powerful the old hunter was, and then, he saw an old man dying in a hospital bed.

What happened after that, Aisa can probably imagine, it is nothing more than seeing the appearance of the old wolf head on the hospital bed, losing interest, so he casually ordered his subordinates to kill the culprit who disgraced the elves and most importantly, let him run away in vain. Anyway, it wasn't a big deal, so I looked for it a little and found out that Esa wasn't there.

"Is that the guy? Esa listened to a stout woman who had come to help with the old wolf's head, and spoke in a sentimental tone about the appearance of the men.

Although I haven't stayed in the clan for a while, there is really an elf I know among those people, the high-level marksman Russ, who is in charge of the entire northwestern forest, including the outer plains, and the personal guard under the Duke of Aize, so the identity of the young elf probably knows itself, and he is probably the duke's favorite youngest son, so he will send a high-level marksman to protect him.

"Whew......" Esa let out a long breath as he took out a golden longbow from the chest hidden under the floor, wiped it clean, and carefully attached the bowstring.

"Hum. Esa flicked the bowstring lightly, and the bowstring vibrated rapidly and made a pleasant humming sound.

"Now, let's start the last hunt. Esa said as he put the longbow on his back and loosened his muscles.