Chapter 125: Hit the target

They were attacked just after setting up camp, and there were casualties, casting a shadow on everyone's hearts.

The deployment in the camp has not changed. The people living in the outermost tents want to move closer to the inner circle. If they move the people living in the second outer circle, can they also move to the inner circle? There will always be someone on the outermost circle. If one move affects the whole body, Nick suppressed all the voices and only ordered the children in the outermost tents to move to the inner circle. The others remained unchanged.

Most of the young and strong residents who participated in the fighting were killed in the attacks of the cultists, otherwise the situation would not have been so chaotic.

The remaining personnel lacked combat effectiveness, and when they encountered danger, they panicked and just wanted to hide away.

Klauen saw that when the werewolves dragged away the children, several women who were present could only scream and retreat.

If they could just pick up a stick to stop the werewolf, they could save a life. When Clown rushed up the tower, he only saw the werewolf's back as it rushed into the gray fog. If he had been given another second, he would have had a chance to shoot an arrow.

After calming the townspeople with both kindness and force, Nick ordered the residents to light bonfires at regular intervals outside the temporary camp, which would at least serve as some warning to potential enemies.

The young and strong men who participated in the night watch in the first half of the night began to patrol. These people were equipped with simple leather armor and spears, swords and crossbows. The weapons were all fine products forged by Clown recently.

"It's my fault. I didn't expect that dark creatures would dare to break in and kidnap people just at night. I should have set up more obstacles on the periphery and lit more bonfires," Nick said angrily.

"Don't blame yourself. We have never camped outdoors before, so it's unavoidable that we may have some deviations in our judgment," Crown advised.

Nelson was puzzled: "Why did it feel less dangerous at night when we were in Zak Town? How come we encountered something like this right after we came out?"

Geralt sneered and said, "The camp outside the church is well-defended. The bell tower is much taller than this simple tower. The light of the holy fire can be projected seven or eight meters outside the wall. What about here? The light of the holy fire just covers the entire camp.

The wall there was three meters high, and there were a lot of wooden stakes blocking the outermost edge. There were more than ten groups of night watchmen inside the wall who were always watching outside. The creatures of the night were just cruel and bloodthirsty, but they were not stupid enough to risk their lives to hunt.

The dangers in the wilderness at night are much greater than during the day. If Alan and I were traveling in the wilderness, we would look for a place to camp after noon, and set up camp immediately after finding one. We would sleep with one eye open at night. That was before the gray fog, but it is probably even more dangerous now. "

The demon hunter paused and continued, “The werewolf’s claw marks were huge, and judging from the marks, the two werewolves were at least two meters tall.

Judging from my experience, the two werewolves will come again. They caught the prey very smoothly. Such a simple hunting trip will make them addicted to it, and there will be a lot of fun in the evening.

Would you like to buy some cursed oil? This kind of sword oil can make wounds difficult to heal and is most suitable for dealing with werewolves. "

Klauen shook his head. It was not realistic to expect ordinary people to injure werewolves. Werewolves were much faster than ordinary people. Without sufficient prediction, crossbows could not hit them at all.

"You are such a money-grubber," Nick cursed in a low voice, "You three should take a rest. The second half of the night's vigil mainly depends on you."

"Okay, Alan, let's go," Geralt told the students to leave.

Clown did not leave: "I will stay here for a while, and then rest at eleven o'clock. I will go up to the tower, where the view is wide. If there is any unusual movement, I can provide bow and arrow support in the first time."

He packed up his bow and arrows and quickly climbed up the tower. He was the only one among the crowd who had long-range attack capabilities, and standing on the tower, his "fire support" could cover the entire camp.

The top of the simple tower was very narrow. He said to the sentry on top: "You go down first. I will be on duty for a while."

It is already spring, but the nights outdoors are still chilly, and the cold wind blows in your face when you stand on a high place.

Since he couldn't practice skills like the Golden Light Spell, he simply took out the little mountain cat from the beast bag at his waist and put it in his hand.

His pet crow was blind at night and was now staying in his tent, and he wanted to get an owl so he would have a scout around the clock.

The night owl was not called for nothing. The kitten was very energetic. It climbed up his arm and jumped onto his shoulder. It looked around vigilantly for a few times before climbing down, enjoying it very much.

While keeping alert to his surroundings, Crown occasionally reached out and touched the kitten's head.

Every time this happened, the kitten would squint its eyes with enjoyment and rub his hand affectionately.

After an hour, he summoned the golden wall and saw that his proficiency in animal taming had increased a little. He smiled silently. From the current point of view, this skill is mainly used for companionship.

The wilderness was completely silent, not even the sound of insects could be heard. All Clown could hear was the whistling of the wind passing by his ears and the occasional roar of animals in the distance, which quickly disappeared.

The gray fog quietly enveloped the camp, and it seemed like an isolated island.

There is a clear dividing line between the light of the holy fire and the gray fog, where light and darkness meet.

Crown thought about the gray fog: all along, the townspeople, including himself, had never gone deep into the gray fog and had never experienced what it was like to be in it.

The church's notice said that the gray fog would cause spiritual pollution, but he felt that humans have immunity and should be able to resist some erosion, as various animals have proved.

Besides, even if it is poison, it is foolish to talk about toxicity without considering the dosage. A short-term contact with the gray fog should not be a big problem. Ordinary people may suffer irreversible damage from contamination, but extraordinary people can definitely do experiments.

He came up with the idea of ​​stepping into the gray fog for a while without any protection. This was not a joke with his own life, he had experimental basis for it.

When his pet crows and mountain cats lived in the wild, they must have stayed in the gray fog at night. When he first captured them, both animals were very ferocious and bloodthirsty, and almost irrational.

After he fed him the Qingxin Talisman Water and Jinguang Talisman Water for a few days, the situation improved greatly and the mountain cat did not go crazy all day.

These ordinary wild beasts can resist the so-called erosion of gray fog. There is no reason why a second-level transcendent like him would have problems if he were exposed to gray fog for a short period of time.

Crown thought about it and finally decided to wait until the Golden Light Spell advanced to the second level before doing the experiment himself.

"Meow"

The black bobcat's azure eyes gradually turned blood red, and its sharp claws stretched out from its pads. It tilted its head and opened its mouth wide, revealing four fangs, staring at its owner fiercely.

Suddenly it bent its body and made a motion to pounce on its food.

At this time, the skin on the back of its neck was grabbed and then its whole body was lifted up. Before it could start to struggle, a bottle of cleansing water was poured into its mouth.

It's time for Dalang to take his medicine. Klauen roughly thrust the test tube of magic water deep into the kitten's throat.

The mountain cat vomited and was strangled by its owner. It was forced to swallow all the talisman water without wasting a single drop.

After a few seconds, the blood color in its eyes began to fade.

"Meow," the kitten called out in a long, slightly bent voice, with mist rising in its eyes.

"Hehe," Crown laughed and put the kitten on his arm.

He felt the current time through the hourglass. It was 8:12 in the evening, and 11 hours had passed since he last fed him the talisman water.

After a few days of feeding with the magic water, the kitten and the crow's nervousness frequency has become lower and lower, from the initial two or three hours to the current 11 hours. Perhaps one day, these pets can become truly normal animals.

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

He took out a golden talisman, unplugged it, and waved it in front of the kitten's eyes.

Maozi understood, opened his mouth, held the bottle mouth, tilted his head back and drank it.

Crown caught the test tube, and the kitten jumped out of his arms, shaking and vomiting.

After a while, it stopped vomiting, leaving a patch of green mucus on the wooden board. Crown took a look and found that the color of the liquid was lighter than the last time.

This kind of thing should be the physical manifestation of the pollution caused by the gray fog.

He took out a bottle of holy water and poured some on the mucus to do a secondary disinfection.

After taking the medicine, the kitten became much more lethargic, so Crown stuffed it into the animal bag.

He tightened the bowstring, held the bow and looked around vigilantly.

The men patrolling outside the camp walked around in circles. The night became even colder. Crown was like an efficient machine, still observing intently.

Unless those monsters rush out and meet Nick and other extraordinary people face to face, they can only rely on his support. He admits that he is not a person who is willing to go through fire and water to save others, but he is willing to protect others within his ability.

He turned around and found that the gray fog was suddenly stirred, which was very conspicuous on the boundary between light and dark that was as calm as dead water.

He suddenly drew his bow and arrow like a conditioned reflex.

At the same time, a black monster with a wolf head and a human body jumped in.

It was a werewolf. Crown saw that there was a finger-sized gap on one of its erect ears and several scratches on its face.

Its teeth were bared and its mouth was open. There were bloodstains on the hair above its nose and around its mouth. Its brown eyes were filled with cruelty and pleasure.

The werewolf's arms were bulging with muscles as it leapt from the air and headed straight for a tent.

Its two claws stretched forward, as if it wanted to directly tear the thick cloth on the target tent.

A golden light flashed by, and then a "whoosh" sound was heard in the air, and the sound of a bowstring vibrating.

Hit the target with one shot! The arrow entered the werewolf's forehead and exited from the back of its head.

“Ah!”

"Enemy attack!"

"ah"

The werewolf's painful howls, the patrolmen's exclamations, and the screams of the people in the tent mixed together, and the camp immediately became chaotic.

Klauen suddenly turned around and drew his bow and arrow again because he heard someone screaming in the opposite direction of the werewolf.

He saw a tent collapsed at the edge of the camp, and a werewolf was running out, dragging a person with each hand.

The holy fire shone on his tall back. Geralt was not wrong. The standing werewolf was more than two meters tall.

The bowstring rang slightly, and Clown shot out a golden arrow and immediately shot another one.

The first shot hit the back of the werewolf's head, and the other shot hit the spine at the waist.

Changed the "Palm Oil" sword oil in the previous picture to "Cursed Oil". The original name doesn't sound like a proper sword oil. 　　 　 (End of this chapter)