Chapter Twenty-Three: Shooting

Syllable!

Potts, who didn't understand why he was doing so secretly, but was still known to Dean in front of him, was shocked in his heart, and when the arrow came in front of him, he just instinctively swung his sword to defend.

Being able to cut off the arrows shot by a crossbow, the arrows shot by a longbow, is naturally not a problem for Potts; With the swing of the sword, the arrow was cut off and fell, but the snow bear behind Potts raised its paws.

Woo!

The bear's paw swung out, and even Dean, who was in the tree, seemed to feel the wind pressure and slightly lowered his figure; Not to mention facing Potts who is attacking like this!

Although he tumbled to the ground at the first moment, Potts's armor slowed his body - unlike the leather armor of other knights, as the head of the Knights, Potts, who had the strength of a true knight, wore a half-length knight's armor, made of steel, which was not only strong and strong, but also looked powerful.

However, at this time, the mighty knight's bust became Potts' biggest burden.

Bang!

Mixed with the tooth-souring sound of metal twisting, Potts, who turned on the knight's unique power [Power Burst], was just rubbed to one side by the bear's paw, and his body flew in response, and after crossing an arc, he rolled in the snow again and again, bringing out a long, dazzling red, and finally lay on his stomach in the snow, motionless.

Sou!

Almost as soon as the head of the Knights of the Phacharon was fanned by the snow bear, Ye Qi's arrow hit; However, the target was not Potts who had fallen in the snow, but the snow bear he had lured in - yes, when Ye Qi set up this 'stage', he did not want to let go of any of the 'actors' who participated in the performance.

Whether it is a member of the Knights of Fecharon, or the snow bear in front of him.

If the former is a bad deserving death, the latter is not much different - in the memory of the previous life, about a month and a half later, the snow bear would rush to a village under the jurisdiction of Tyr, slaughter more than half of the village, and then leave.

This isn't the first time they've done this.

According to the recollections of the natives of Tyre, this is the fourth time in ten years.

Obviously, the salty taste of human flesh makes the other party want to stop; Otherwise, Dean's seduction would not have been so smooth.

Syllable!

The arrows on the longbow accurately hit the snow bear, but the thick fur and fat made such an attack insignificant, only the tip of the arrow pierced in, most of the arrows were outside, and as the snow bear moved, the arrow that 'hung' on the opponent's body soon fell.

However, it was enough to attract the attention of the bloodthirsty snow bear.

Roar!

With a roar, the snow bear wriggled its massive body and slammed into the tree where Dean was.

Bang!

In the collision between the huge body and the trunk of the tree, the thick enough tree fell down with a 'squeak' sound, slamming into the snow fiercely, bringing up countless snow dust, making the surrounding white expanse, and then, there was a loud roar, and the snow bear was undoubtedly announcing its position as the overlord of the jungle.

And it was greeted by Dean's arrows.

Unlike the arrows of the longbow before, before the snow bear hit the tree, he leaned on the rope to Dean, who was on another large tree, picked up the crossbow that had just been wound, and then pulled the trigger.

Sou!

With several times more force than the longbow, about a quarter of the length of the crossbow entered the snow bear's neck.

Roar!

There was another loud roar, but compared to before, this was the pain that contained it, and ...... Wrath!

Bang, bang, bang......

Anger, the snow bear completely entered a state of madness, frantically hitting the tree where Dean was, one after another trees fell in such a impact, and Dean used the power of the rope to dodge the snow bear's attacks again and again.

Until the snow bear went from the exuberance of rage to the panting of exhaustion.

Of course, the poison on the crossbow and arrow also did it over time.

And Dean, who had been dodging in the tree with a rope, also stopped his run, and the longbow on his back appeared in his hand again.

The arrows were aimed at the snow bear, which had more than doubled its size due to exhaustion and poison...... of the eyes.

The bowstring, which had been soaked in potion ten times, was slowly stretched out under the force of Dean's arms, and with the rhythmic breathing, the bowstring of the arrow formed a full moon shape.

Sou!

Dean released the thumb, index and middle finger of his right hand in the next moment, and the arrow shot out like a meteor, as if it had been rehearsed a thousand times, and pierced into the snow bear's eye without any mistakes.

Roar!

The snow bear, which had already begun to get tired, let out an earth-shattering roar again, and then attacked Dean frantically again - the reason why the snow bear became the kind of storage that the knights talked about was because of this violent state once injured!

If under normal circumstances, the snow bear is only a little stronger than the knights, then once it enters the state of rage, it is far away - if you want to deal with a raging snow bear, unless three or five knights work together, there is no chance of winning at all.

Of course, these three to five knights working together are not going to fight hard; Instead, just like Dean at this moment, he used skillful tactics to fight with the snow bear, aiming at exhausting the last bit of strength of the opponent!

Undoubtedly, the well-prepared Dean did a very good job - those ropes played a key role at this time, and every wandering could make Dean and the raging snow bear open a safe distance, and the gap between the trees and the trees made this safe distance more reliable.

And the poison on the arrow gives victory the final belonging.

Dean has no shame about using poison, he is once an assassin and killer, all he needs is to complete his mission faster and safer, rather than focusing on the so-called 'knightly honor', even if he was once a knight, after all, the fall of the Emerald Kingdom, eleven years of fugitive life, enough to change anyone.

Dean is no exception.

Although he is now back to his youth, Dean has no intention of changing anything; What he needs is to make amends, not to change -

Sou!

Another venom-stained arrow shot down from the tree, and the snow bear entered a tired state again, trying to dodge, but the huge, clumsy body, in the state of body attenuation, it is difficult to have a real dodge; With a slight deviation, Dean's arrow shot through the corner of the snow bear's eye.

This time, the snow bear roared again, but it didn't enter a berserk state again.

After all, even a creature like a snow bear has a limited body, and even if it is mentally angry and does not have enough physical support, it is just a bluff.

Poof!

Eventually, the snow bear's body swayed a few times, and then fell into the snow, bringing up flakes of snowflakes with it.

[Ranged Weapon (Bow/Crossbow)+1]

A new message appeared that only Dean could see—it was clear that skill proficiency was easier to obtain against a strong opponent.

Of course, you can also gain more experience -

【xp+4o】

A white ball of light, the size of a pigeon's egg, flew straight into Dean's body - and in an instant, all the experience points invested before were returned.

And the experience of forty points is not much different from Dean's expectations.

If the strength is comparable, facing the snow bear should be about thirty to thirty-five points of experience points, now he is far weaker than the opponent, even if he relies on various arrangements and tools, he becomes the final winner, but a quarter to a third more experience points are completely normal.

However, this is clearly not Dean's ultimate gain.

His bow and arrow were aimed at Potts, who was lying in the snow.

The leader of the Knights of the Phacharon Order, apparently very good at disguise, not only restrained his breathing, but also relied on ice and snow to stop the flow of his own blood, so as to stall for time, ready to find an opportunity to give him a deadly counterattack.

Such a plan is not subtle, nor crude, but an instinctive reaction.

However, it is precisely this instinctive reaction that complicates a qiē; Because, people who follow their instinctive reactions, they don't think about the so-called consequences.

To put it simply, death has to pull a cushion on the back!

When your sword plunges into the chest of your enemy, you will suddenly appear with an extra dagger in your abdomen; Dean has seen so many examples of such a death-threatening blow taking away the lives of the other party-most of the people he met during the time he was an assassin and a killer were like this.

As a result, Dean never trusts a person who looks like he is dying; Unless...... His body floated with the corresponding amount of experience.

ps second more ~~ a little later, there is another more ~~

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