The earliest time the bow was invented, it is believed to have been more than 12,000 years ago.

Ignorant people who have a kind of ignorance for the mysterious elves claim that the bow was given to their ancestors, but historians and archaeologists know that the most primitive single bow, made from elastic trees, was born long before humans came into contact with the elves.

The single bow made from the trunk of a tree is a tool with a simple structure, precision and tensile strength, and is still used by people everywhere to hunt today. A typical monolithic bow is usually made from a trunk the size of an adult man's arm, and people cut it down with an axe, then take the length they need and replace it with small knives such as planers and gravers for precision machining.

Polishing the thickness of the bow body, grinding out the grip, and then tying and reinforcing it with hemp rope and gum, some of the more high-end ones will use pigskin to strengthen the areas that are easy to wear.

The tension of the bow comes from the choice of wood and the shape cut out during production, the traditional Avennella longbow is a straight draw, as the name suggests, it is a straight bow body processed from the trunk of a tree, and then used a tough oiled linen rope or small bark rope as a bowstring, and the bow body is bent and then fixed on both sides.

The pulling force of a general hunting bow is around fifteen to twenty kilograms. Slightly better hunters will opt for the more powerful, and some of the most skilled ones can even use longbows weighing between fifty and fifty-five kilograms, so don't assume that the archers are slender and thin - then again, the pull is only one aspect of the bow's lethality, and the other is the choice of arrows.

We have mentioned a hunting broad-bladed hollow arrowhead, which is the type that hunters usually choose, and the wider and sharper-bladed arrows cut through the flesh and cut through the flesh in larger areas, and have a higher chance of injuring internal organs and even major blood vessels - but at the same time, they will also be more expensive.

The most common practice, and the arrowhead used by mercenaries and some archers for killing, is the cheapest, typical cone-like short-tapered arrowhead.

This kind of arrow has a very high piercing performance for leather armor and chain mail, even in the face of piercing armor and plate armor can cause damage to the armor, even the highest defense of the monolithic plate armor if a certain distance, the thickness is not enough, and the craftsman's craftsmanship is not good enough, it will also shoot small holes - it can be said that the longbow with a slightly higher pull force is paired with a short tapered arrow, and it is completely easy to kill people and goods.

"La-"

The man controlled his breathing.

His dark green potion-soaked hood made of plant leaves and fruits blends in with his surroundings, the oiled longbow in his hand is a valuable item at a glance, and the dark cyan pattern of dragon lizard leather on the top provides a good concealment, and with his sturdy body and slender arms, it looks like the best of the hunters - only this time the bow and arrow are not beasts.

Four men, two men and two women, two horses.

It seems that walking on the avenue without warning, is there too much confidence in one's own strength, or is it simply not expected that someone will attack in broad daylight?

Anyway, although I was a little reluctant to the two young girls, I was hired, and since I received the money, I had to do what I had to do.

It's just a blue card, that's a little too confident. His sharp eyes noticed the armor they had removed from their horses as they advanced along the road below the hillside, and his unwary appearance made him frown, but he did not hesitate or relax in any way.

Vigilance is a hunter's best companion, his left hand firmly supporting the longbow, and the two fingers of his right hand pulling the string to the side of his face.

Anyone who has hunted will understand that against an unsuspecting opponent, the first arrow is often the easiest to hit. The first target he chose was the tallest mercenary, but then he felt that the other party should be too slow to track him down, so he decided to eliminate those who had no combat power first, so that they would not take advantage of the chaos to escape.

He pulled the string and aimed at the two girls who were talking and laughing, but before he could shoot the arrow, there was a slight "snap" sound from the hillside on the other side - it was the sound of the arrow being released, and he immediately noticed it all - there was someone else hired besides himself, or was it a bandit? The unclear situation made him loosen the bowstring in his hand and prepare to wait and see, and it was this decision that made him see a situation that ordinary people would never have imagined in their lifetime.

The man on the opposite hill was just as experienced - he knew this because he couldn't judge the angle of the arrow, and the other party made the same choice of target as he did.

This is a hunter who is good at hiding himself, and the bow he uses is also of the highest quality, and he is on the same level as himself.

The arrow he shot was unlikely to be noticed by anyone other than himself, who was also preparing to do such a thing, and the girl who was the target was still talking and laughing with her companion, not at all prepared.

This is a must-hit arrow, and although there may be some loss of accuracy due to the mountain wind, the other party must have expected this for a long time, so he aimed at the torso of the larger target.

The arrows fired from above came to the group in the blink of an eye in a short distance of more than ten meters, but just when he felt a little sorry for the loss of a life, the tall black-haired man standing on the far left raised his hand faster than the arrows.

"Smack!"

No one has ever been able to do anything like this.

Experienced hunters know that an arrow from a well-made longbow can shoot an arrow in the range of thirty to forty meters per second - depending on the weight of the arrow and the tension of the bow, which can be somewhat different, but it takes less than half a second to cover the distance of more than ten meters from above the hill to below.

Instead of blocking it with a shield, or slashing with a sword in a vertical range, he raised his hand and grasped the smooth shaft of the arrow steadily, so directly.

The look of shock was evident on his face, and the man opposite must have felt the same way at this moment, but he was a little more nervous and frightened than his other archer, who was not directly engaged, and he immediately fired another arrow at the man, and the two arrows that came straight from somewhere on the hillside had already revealed his own position—and this arrow was once again caught in the hand of the tall mercenary.

He didn't even pull out his weapon, he just dropped it on the ground at random.

"The only god is above......," the hunter was stunned by what he saw, but then he realized the difference between himself and the man on the opposite hillside - the man was not acting alone, and after a loud noise, several junior mercenaries with swords and shields rushed out of the forest.

"Take off your armor!" the hunter shouted as he heard the man.

"Take off your armor!" Henry said, then drew the dagger from his waist and threw it at one of the mercenaries who were running down the hill. "Smack!" the other party raised his shield to block the light throwing knife, and then just as he put down the shield with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth and was about to move on, a large sword with a dazzling silver light appeared in his eyes.

"Bang-click!" Half of the skull was split, and the junior mercenary couldn't die anymore. Mira and Amonica behind her hurriedly removed the armor from their horses, but Henry's next words made the Loan Maiden a little stunned: "Cut the belt!" Without looking back, the sage kicked a mercenary on the shield and threw him off balance, and then said this, and Joshua next to him immediately stabbed at the fallen mercenary with a sword.

"......" Mira did not hesitate, she was not in a hurry to ask the reason at such a critical juncture, the sage always had his own reasons for what he did, and the facts once again proved that his judgment was not wrong.

"Thorn-" The girl used her small sword to cut the belt that was fixed on the shoulder of the plate armor, and she was a little distressed and destroyed the armor directly, but Henry's next words immediately made her understand the sage's intentions. "Back to back, you and Amonica, one wears half and is secured with a belt. "It's a contingency tactic, splitting a piece of armor into two pieces in case of distant archers.

"Woo---" The sage missed the order and another arrow at him landed on the ground, but the enemy archer, apparently intending to divert his aim after repeated failures, picked up a shield on the ground with his toes and slid it over to the Mila and them, shouting at the same time, "Protect the horses." Then he swung his sword again, knocking the mercenary shield in front of him into a cloud of sawdust.

"Tsk-" The other party's calm and composed reaction made the hunter on the right side of the hill let out a tongue-smacking sound, thinking that his colleagues on the other side of the hill should have already planned to retreat at this moment, and the lower mercenaries with shields in front of him seemed to be most likely the substitutes he hired, in this case, if he decisively abandoned them and left quickly, although it would be a loss, but his small life could at least be saved-

He thought so, but the next second the whole scene was unexpected.

"Boom-bang!!" Kramer, who was one and a half meters long, had a range of attacks that were not inferior to most spears when wielded with one hand. The force of the impact on the surface of the shield easily caused them to fall apart with mere cowhide edging.

A simple and cheap long knife struck from behind, and the junior mercenary thought that he had attacked the opponent's blind spot, but the moment he tilted his shield to the side in the process of raising the long knife and slashing downward, he felt the coldness in his heart, and then his feet were lifted high by the whole person.

The blood pierced through the heart fell on the dirt floor with a "click", and the whole person, including a total of dozens of kilograms with a shield, was lifted into the air, and then the big sword was drawn out and fell heavily back to the ground.

Simple, brutal, brutal and effective.

There is not the slightest superfluous move, this is an overwhelming level gap, and he doesn't even need to use feints to deceive his opponent to reveal the gap.

One sword, one life. In less than a minute, the poorly equipped junior mercenaries who rushed down from the hillside were all bloodied corpses.

The hunter didn't know much about swordsmanship, but his years of experience still allowed him to judge the fact that this man was powerful - his body was the first thing, he had come into contact with countless wild animals in his long hunting career, size was king in the biological world, bigger body brought more strength, it was common for tall horses to be able to defeat short guys - and the same was true for human warriors.

Nearly two meters tall and with a huge weapon, the momentum of wielding it alone was enough to make most opponents daunted - presumably the archer on the opposite hillside stopped shooting because of this, he thought, but then realized that something was wrong in the scene.

Two maidens guarded the horses with shields, and the tall mercenary with black hair turned around - no, what about the red-haired mercenary? The hunter woke up and stood up hastily, the answer to his question was given in the next moment: the opposite hillside heard words that could not be heard at this distance, but judging by the tone and voice, it was clear that someone was begging for mercy - as for the outcome, it was already decided from the moment the attack was launched.

The plea for mercy stopped abruptly, and the red-haired mercenary slowly walked down the hillside.

The hunter watched his figure, and the two girls had lost their shields and ran over, and he was about to turn away, but this time he was shocked to find that the black-haired mercenary was missing.

'Not good!' The vigilance honed over the years made him immediately open his bow and shoot an arrow at a place with a strong premonition, the arrow that was not put back into the quiver and the distance of several meters, he completed a series of movements almost in a second, the arrow made a "boom-" sound and shot towards that place, but the arrow, which was full of strength, fast and ruthless, failed to hit the target he wanted.

"Woo--" The arrow feathers made of the wild tail feathers of the longsword of the Sauradin region rose and fell as the elastic shaft swayed, and the hunter's forehead oozed fine sweat, and he felt a chill all over his body because of the nervousness, "Uh-a-" There was a slight sound behind him, he reacted again, grabbed the long arrow behind his back, and shot it with a bow--he did not dare to leave the tree that was now clinging to it, and it was the first time for him that such a large target had been judged in his decades of hunting career.

It may be better to start withdrawing, but it is also likely to fall into the rhythm of the other party - fear, which begins to creep in his mind.

Of course, the second arrow also missed, and he hesitated, as a top character in the industry, it is impossible to say that there is no complacency. Before today, he even felt that there were people in this world who were stronger than him, but they were only as strong as possible.

This kind of strength is not at all crushing or even playing at one level, and he never imagined that he would encounter it before.

The hunter of "......" lowered the bow in his hand, and his nerves were no longer tense.

The surrounding scenery is silent, is it just yourself...... Is it superfluous, he breathed a sigh of relief, but it was also at this time that a calm man's voice rang out.

"Wise choice. ”

He raised his longbow again, but he didn't have the courage to shoot it at the place where the sound came from.

Sweating coldly.

It wasn't until the man returned to the queue, and the group of four placed the dead body on the side of the road and covered it with their own shields, and had been gone for a long time, that the hunter suddenly seemed to wake up, took a long breath, and then clenched his longbow and turned away.

......

After some time, the news of a top archer no longer taking on the task of killing people spread in the black market in the Soradin region. (To be continued.) )