Chapter 112: The Bow is Like Thunderbolt and the String is Shocked (6k for first order)

Listening to Del's praise, Crown smiled and said, "With 99% sweat and 1% talent, the next success may be you."

Del shook his head and said sadly, "I think that 1% of talent may be more important than the 99% of sweat."

What a high level of awareness. If there were no golden wall, I would just be an ordinary person among the countless people in the world, but there are no ifs.

The fire of passion for Crown Liver proficiency burns brightly, and a person who sees that all efforts will not be in vain will surely achieve greatness.

“Practice well. The road is long, but if you keep moving forward, you will eventually reach the end.”

"Yeah," Del nodded sharply, picked up the hammer and walked out of the house.

Clown called him and said, "Go to the drawer in my room and get ten bottles of holy water. Then get two jars of plaster, the small gray jars with round mouths. Give the plasters and six bottles of holy water to the wounded. Keep two bottles for me."

"Go ahead, the door is unlocked."

"Yes, sir," Del agreed and turned to leave.

After two hours of giant bear breathing training and fighting, Crown was already starving. He sat in a chair and began to learn how to make arrows.

It is easier said than done. When Del came back, he only managed to make two wooden poles. Planing burrs, drilling holes, and cutting arrow tails seemed simple, but it was far from as easy and quick as when Del made them.

"Sir, let me do it. Your time is more valuable than mine," the man handed over two bottles of holy water and said happily.

I am also better than adults in some aspects, such as making arrows and forging irons. Del was secretly delighted.

"You should hurry up and practice your breathing technique, or you'll waste the talisman water."

Maybe I can develop another skill. Crown declined the other party's kindness. He took the holy water and drank it directly.

After a sleepless night, Crown was still full of energy.

Making arrows, practicing breathing techniques, visualizing the Golden Light Mantra, and watching your proficiency increase rapidly, you will feel a sense of pleasure like riding a horse at full speed.

At five in the morning, when Nick arrived at the cabin, Crown was trimming the tail feathers of the last batch of arrows.

The priest smiled and said, "When did you learn how to make arrows? Just tell ordinary people to do it. Don't waste your precious time."

"Without bullets, guns are just decorations. I worry that one day a person will be isolated and helpless. Learning one more skill will give you more strength. Anyway, it won't waste much time, so just take a break."

"Whoosh." Crown blew away the cut feathers on his body, looked at all the used wooden poles, and a light of joy flashed in his eyes.

"The church's combat system makes it almost impossible for a person to be isolated and helpless. I am just an exception." Nick sat down next to him. "I heard the sound of the Demon Bell at night. How is the battle going?"

"We won a great victory, and the monster birds suffered heavy casualties. We were prepared, and only a few people were injured. When the sun rises, send someone outside to count how many monster birds have died.

By the way, those who died from arrows were all my fault. "

"Okay, I'll give you a commendation. Go back and get some sleep. You still have to lead the team to cut wood today." Nick smiled and waved his hand, signaling him to leave quickly.

Clown nodded: "Help me clean up the arrows."

. . . .

At half past six, the hourglass of time sounded like an alarm in his consciousness.

Crown opened his eyes, paused for a minute, then immediately got up and washed. He drank a glass of warm water and opened the window to greet the morning sun.

There was only a tail of the visualization time left at Mao Shi, but he never relaxed. The water accumulated into an abyss, and the Golden Light Mantra had always been the core of his core skills.

If the Golden Light Curse had no offensive effect and there were still too many people who needed to advance their proficiency, he would definitely be willing to push the Golden Light Curse to its limit first.

After meditating on the Golden Light Mantra for so long, he has understood the potential of this skill, which can consolidate and strengthen a person's life source. This strengthening is gentle and all-round.

The appearance of the Purifying Heart Mantra and the Golden Light Body Protection further proves that the Golden Light Mantra still has a lot of potential to be tapped. It is only at the first level now, but it already has four special effects that are not special effects.

The source of life condensed by the breathing method can also transform the human body, but the process is relatively rough and must be assisted by various medicines, such as physical strength medicines and energy medicines to reduce the pressure on the human body.

Moreover, the transformation of the human body by breathing techniques is relatively one-sided. Practicing fire breath gives him more of a sense of increased explosive power and makes the source of life flow carry the power of fire element, but the increase in endurance and resistance is relatively much less.

Seven o'clock had just arrived, and Crown ended his visualization on time and summoned the golden wall.

[Arrow Making: 606/1000; Level 1]

As expected, arrow making became a skill, and his speed in making arrows was now not much slower than Del's.

The skills on the golden wall became messy again. Clown had an idea in his mind. He put the strongest skills on the top and divided the skills into three columns. In the middle were auxiliary and defensive skills, on the left were offensive skills, and on the right were knowledge and manufacturing skills.

The writing blurred and disappeared and then reassembled, and new arrangements appeared on the golden wall.

To his surprise, the two breathing techniques were actually auxiliary skills, on the same level as the Golden Light Curse and Arrow Making skills. Swordsmanship and shooting were the real offensive skills.

Clown walked out of the room, quickly had his meal in the restaurant, and came to the gate of the camp. He saw Nick and Geralt chatting happily about something, and the team going out for logging was also ready.

He quickened his pace and walked over: "Seeing you guys are so happy, it must be that Alan has passed the most dangerous period of mutation?"

"Yes, the potion you modified is more powerful. Although it was more painful, Alan managed to get through it. I went in and carefully observed his condition this morning. He was in good spirits and showed no signs of organ failure.

He said that the Qingxin Talisman Water was surprisingly effective. Whenever he was in so much pain that he was about to lose his mind, a cool current would suppress his anxious emotions.

The demon hunter lowered his voice and said, "My friend, it turns out that your talisman can change the living conditions of all demon hunters, but it may also bring danger to you. There are many organizations that do not want the demon hunter group to grow."

Clown half-closed his eyes and nodded slightly: "Thank you for the reminder, I will pay attention."

Seeing that the other party had understood his warning, Geralt changed the subject: "The priest said that you shot and killed 14 demon birds last night. When did archery become so easy?!"

"Gifted, there's nothing I can do about it," Klauen replied in an unfathomable way, "Come on, who's going out with me today?"

"I," the demon hunter echoed, "We masters and apprentices only get paid for our work, which is not as good as you clergy who have the support of the church."

Perhaps because they were frightened by the killing last night, the logging team was not harassed by the monster birds all day, except for a few occasionally circling in the sky.

Crown did not find an opportunity to show his skills. After shooting two deformed mountain cats, he had no further success. The rest of the time he was either practicing the Giant Bear Breathing Technique or instructing Del in practicing the breathing technique.

. . . .

In the evening, in the howling cold wind, the Zak Town camp welcomed the first snow of winter.

Crown and Nick stood side by side under the eaves, watching the heavy snow falling.

After a long moment, the priest stretched out his hand and said, "The demon bird has disappeared. According to the news sent back by the church, the churches in the nearby areas are all safe, and the cultists are nowhere to be found. It looks like we will spend this winter peacefully."

"I hope so," Crown stretched out his hand and let the snowflakes fall on it. When the snowflakes turned into water, he carefully felt the touch of his skin.

After a moment, he said softly, "Even after the snow melts into water, there will still be pollution. Perhaps, as long as the gray fog does not dissipate, the rain and snow that fall will also carry pollution."

Nick didn't care much: "It doesn't matter, it's much better than raining directly. When the snow doesn't melt, the pollution is not great. We just need to organize the townspeople to shovel the snow out of the camp tomorrow morning.

Our holy water reserves are twice as much as before the last heavy rain. More holy water is converted during worship, and most of the townspeople have become devout believers of our Lord."

As the two were talking, they heard footsteps behind them.

Crown turned his head and looked back, and saw a young man with white hair following behind Geralt.

He looked at the boy who had obviously grown taller and opened his arms, and laughed, "You two really look like master and disciple. Welcome the new member of the demon hunter family, His Excellency Alan Bolva."

The newly promoted demon hunter stretched out his right hand, and a ball of flame suddenly rose up: "Sir Klauen Moya, it's a pleasure to meet you."

The two hugged each other tightly for a while, and Allen stood on tiptoe and said softly: "Thank you for the Qingxin Talisman, big brother."

"We have another extraordinary warrior in the camp, which is good news. You used the Igni Sign just now, right? Many experienced demon hunters may not be able to use it as easily as Alan." Nick raised his hands and said, "The Zak Town Church is willing to give two bottles of No. 2 Holy Water as a gift."

The reason why he was so generous was that holy water was now easier to obtain, and making friends with the demon hunter master and apprentice would be more conducive to the stability of the camp.

"Thank you, Father," Alan touched his belly, "What I miss most now is the feast my big brother made."

Clown spread his hands helplessly: "No matter how good a chef is, he can't make delicious food without good ingredients. However, a few days ago I found that the wild vegetables outside taste very good. When the ice and snow melt next year, maybe we can have a table of fresh and delicious vegetables."

"I want to eat meat! Vegetables are nothing good."

"I miss meat too. I can only eat black bread lately, and bacon is a luxury." Thinking of someone's cooking skills, Geralt felt a lot more saliva in his mouth.

The priest said with a smile: "According to the latest order of Cardinal Flanders of the Holy Fire Cathedral, all the people in the diocese must migrate to Rhine City after this cold winter. Rhine City must have a stable food supply system. When the time comes, I will buy all kinds of ingredients and drinks, so that everyone can eat and drink to their heart's content."

"The church issued such an order? That's great," Geralt was very happy. According to the original plan, the next destination of the master and apprentice was Rhine City.

During this period of time, he continued to take Qingxin Fu Shui, and he felt that his emotions, which had often been on the verge of losing control, had been greatly alleviated. He had originally thought of buying as many as possible as a backup when he left, so that he would not need to be so urgent to make money.

"Rhine City is very prosperous, Crown. I remember you said your sister married there, right?"

"Yes," a heroic girl with long chestnut hair and amber eyes appeared in Clown's mind. She was his strongest supporter when they were young. She did not allow other children to bully him, only herself!

In a few months, I will have to face my only living relative. I wonder if she is doing well.

"I'm going to meet my brother Nile, too." Nick's face flashed with tenderness. "The slug who used to follow me now has a wife and children."

"Father, isn't your brother in Senna City?"

"You discussed the sale of medicine with me before. I wrote to him to ask for his opinion, and he replied that he had already left with his wife and children, and was stranded in Rhine City when the gray fog descended."

"I really envy you for having relatives," Geralt said with a somewhat depressed mood.

"Teacher, we are family."

"Yes, we are family," the witcher master and apprentice left together.

"I'll go on guard tonight," Nick said with a smile. He went back to his room, put on his armor and an oilcloth cloak, and strode towards the church door with his weapon in hand.

Only Crown was left standing quietly under the eaves, looking at the snowflakes falling from the dark sky, enjoying a rare moment of leisure.

. . . .

Taking a moment to relax, Crowne got into position in the corridor and began to practice the Giant Bear Breathing Technique.

He felt that training with bare hands was more effective than using weapons.

The moves seem natural, or even random, but with repeated practice, the speed at which proficiency increases is actually faster.

The two fists whistled, and the cold wind rushed into the corridor with snowflakes. Before they could get close to Crown's body, they were blown away by the wind from the fists.

During the exhilarating practice, he felt the source of life flowing more freely in his limbs.

Gradually, he felt a burning and swelling sensation in his arms, as if a heat current wanted to break through the restraints of his flesh. The full sense of power made him unable to help but let out a soft whistle.

The breathing method has advanced. Crown slowly stopped the action, closed his eyes and concentrated on feeling the impact of the advanced breathing method.

He clenched his fists tightly, feeling the pure power increase again.

Summoning the golden wall, he began to verify his guess.

[Giant Bear Breathing Technique: 2/5000; Level 2] (You are as powerful as a giant bear, especially your arms and hands.) Klauen grinned. As expected, this breathing technique mainly increases strength. After the second level, it only requires 5000 proficiency points to advance, which proves that its potential is much worse than that of the fire breath.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

According to his understanding, the flame breathing method is a bit like internal energy, which can temper internal strength, while the giant bear breathing method is like external energy. Although its potential is not as good as internal energy, its effect is immediate.

Although he doesn't have to fight the enemy with his bare hands, his greater strength will definitely lead to a stronger attack.

What's even more fortunate is that with the advancement of the Giant Bear Breathing Technique, the proficiency of Fire Breathing has actually increased significantly.

[Flame Breath: 469/7000; Level 2]

There is no wasted journey, every step counts, Crown said this while shaking his head, and walked comfortably to the church's worship hall.

He did not use any breathing techniques to block his breathing, and let the wind and snow hit his face.

There is no next-stage training method for either breathing method, and slowly practicing by groping in the dark will only yield half the result with twice the effort. His main energy will be placed on the training of the Golden Light Spell and swordsmanship.

After continuous heavy rains, the prayer hall will not be closed until midnight, and many townspeople will stay here all day to pray if they have nothing to do.

The operation of the purification array will also benefit these devout believers, slowly strengthening their physical fitness and increasing their resistance.

This is a win-win situation, the church protects the believers but gets what it wants from them.

Crown opened the door of the chapel very quietly, trying to make as little noise as possible.

As he walked through the door, he subconsciously took a deep breath.

Crystal clear white spots of light filled his spiritual perception. The proficiency of the Golden Light Mantra in this environment was amazing.

Avina was presiding over the service. Clown took a quick glance and found that the place was packed with people. He had no choice but to slip to the corner of the pulpit, sit on the ground, and make a prayer gesture.

Golden Light Mantra, activate!

. . . .

"Ding, ding, ding-ding-ding.", the rapid and dull bells rang, mixed with the crisp sound of the magic bells.

Crown stopped meditating and suddenly opened his eyes. The sound of prayers in the chapel quickly weakened, and the crowd began to panic and talk.

"Buzz", like thousands of noisy flies, panic was spreading.

Everyone knew the meaning of the bell, which meant that the camp was in extreme danger.

The last attack killed more than a third of the townspeople, and many still feel the pain in their hearts.

The priest really has a crow's mouth. Clown shouted: "Silence."

He raised his hands and made a pressing motion.

When everyone shut up, he spoke in a loud voice with a hint of blood: “The priest is now fighting on the front line. The camp has strong fortifications. We will do our best to protect everyone.

All capable men should report to the camp gate. We are the strongest shield of the church. We have no way out, and our loved ones are behind us.”

"Avina, you command them, find someone to assist you, and take charge of the logistics of the battle."

"I," the nun's face was full of tension.

"You can do it," Crown gave her a firm look.

After saying that, he rushed to the door of the hall, pulled open a big door with force and rushed to the backyard, where his weapons were all.

"Bang", the door hit the corner of the wall and bounced back.

Outside the camp, there were the sounds of wolf howling one after another.

Klauen moved along the path as swiftly as a cheetah, and came towards the witcher master and his apprentice who were carrying large and small bags.

"I'll go back and get my weapons. You guys hurry up and support the priest."

He didn't slow down at all and slipped past the hands of their master and disciple.

. . . .

Klauen pushed open the door and grabbed the homemade hard-leather tactical vest on the bed and put it on. There were six potions in it, namely physical strength potion, energy potion, strength potion, holy water No. 2, clear mind talisman water, and golden light talisman water.

He put on his mail armor swiftly, picked up his weapons, and put on his longbow and quiver.

There were only twenty arrows in the quiver, which were the arrows he had engraved with the golden symbol. Most of the other arrows were stored in the wooden house under the tower.

Klauen grabbed a leather bag from the drawer and ran out. Inside the leather bag were various potions that he had prepared. If the battle lasted too long, the potions would not be enough.

As soon as I left the room, I heard a shrill and creepy cry of "Woo, woo" from a distance.

Clown's heart tightened and he ran a little faster.

If there were only a group of mutated beasts outside the camp, the priest would not ring the bell at all. It was most likely that they were cultists, who happened to be able to drive wild beasts.

If it was the cultists who attacked, their offensive would certainly be much more fierce than last time. After all, they had captured the towns of Peru and Elba.

There is a second-level priest and two first-level priests stationed in the town of Elba, as well as six first-level crusader warriors and a patrol team of seventy to eighty people with sufficient ammunition.

Now there is a group of flying evil birds. I don’t know whether they are taking advantage of the situation or have already become part of the evil cult.

When Crown rushed to the camp gate, he saw Nick standing on the tower on the right, Geralt in the middle of the wall on the west side of the tower, and Del and Alan scattered on the wall on the east side of the tower.

The night watchmen standing on the wooden frames beside the wall kept aiming and shooting outside. Behind them were the logistics troops loading crossbows and men holding axes and sharpening wooden poles to use as spears.

From time to time, wild beasts jumped into the wall, and the men and the extraordinary people rushed up to kill them.

Crown entered the cabin, put down the leather bag containing the potion, grabbed the neatly bundled arrows, went out, jumped up, and flew to the top of the tower on the left.

He saw the situation outside clearly. The deformed beasts were arranged in sparse formations and bypassed the burning campfire at the edge of the gray fog. They walked out of the gray fog slowly and continuously, and then ran towards the wall.

The snow on the ground was not thick, so the movements of the beasts were not greatly affected.

"You're finally here," Nick said with a slightly relieved expression when he saw Crown climb up the tower. "These beasts are used to consume us. Many crossbow arrows hit the wooden stakes. There are probably cultists behind them."

"Maybe they think they have us in their sights," Crown responded.

He shouted, "I put some potions in the wooden house downstairs. You can go get them, extraordinary people."

A cold light flashed in Clown's eyes. He cut the rope that tied the arrows and said to the two young men standing beside him, "It's a bit crowded. Leave one of you to pass the arrows to me."

The black-haired young man excitedly said to his companion: "I will stay, sir. My name is Torres. Thank you for saving us last night."

"Take care," his companions hugged him and climbed down the tower.

"It's just a piece of cake." Crown tightened the bowstring, pulled it a few times in the air to test the feel, and the longbow was easily pulled into a full moon.

He adjusted himself for a while and then took the arrow handed to him by the young man.

Torres saw the knight put the arrow on the string, without any aiming, and then easily pulled the longbow to its full length.

"Swoosh", the arrow flew out, and his eyes hurriedly looked in the direction of the arrow, only to see a gray wolf's head nailed to the ground.

"Don't be distracted," Clown said in a deep voice, "I shoot arrows very quickly, you have to hand them over in time."

"I'm sorry, sir," Torres was embarrassed and immediately handed over the arrow in his hand.

"Swoosh, whoosh, whoosh", in the noisy environment, he listened to the sound of arrows breaking through the air forming a line with a unique rhythm and beauty.

His speed in delivering arrows could not keep up with the archers' shooting speed, so he had to focus all his energy on logistical supplies.

Torres grabbed a handful of arrows with his left hand and threw them out one by one with his right hand without any pause.

He became a machine with a fixed program, repeating his actions.

This time, after Torres handed the arrow over, he naturally let go. When he found that no one caught the arrow and it fell, he noticed that the knight had stopped shooting.

He looked down at the sheaf of arrows which only had half of the arrows left and swallowed.

He had borrowed the longbow from Del and played with it. He tried his best, his face turned red and his neck became thick, but he could barely pull the longbow to its full length, but the other party was able to shoot nearly a hundred arrows without changing his expression.

The real gap between extraordinary people and ordinary people is so huge, I must become an extraordinary person too. Torres thought, stretched his head out and observed the current situation on the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)