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Chapter 85.2: Time to Hunt (4)
Although the infiltrated knight discovered nothing, the group decided to move quickly.
It was wise to hurry, knowing that others were also targeting the same werewolf. They could get ahead by gathering information elsewhere.
Fortunately, as day broke, the hunters arrived in the town.
, .
! , !
Achladda was overjoyed, maintaining a dignified presence in front of Johan and the other warriors.
There was concern about calling Johan and then finding the werewolves late, which could lead to losing the prey, not being able to proudly mention the Alchio tribe.
The group packed lightly and traveled over the plains for more than two days to the location discovered by the hunters.
During the journey, Achladda sent one person at a time to different locations.
What are you sending them for?
I asked them to call warriors from known tribes to be nearby.
Didnt you say the knight dastards couldnt be found?
Achladda, who had rushed after hearing the news, boasted confidently. He said that by the time the slow-moving knight dastards arrived, the hunt would already be over.
But now calling tribal warriors nearby was unexpected.
. . .Doesnt the Empire proverb say to tap even a stone bridge before crossing it?
Johan smiled wryly and nodded. It was a better habit to be prepared rather than overconfident.
There were many nameless forests in the plains. Such forests were excellent havens for monsters.
Even Centaur hunters rarely ventured into these forests, especially in seasons like winter.
However, those gathered here today had already made such a commitment. A warrior outstanding in the plains was as good as an exceptional hunter.
Setting up camp a little away from the forest entrance, the group waited for dawn.
The werewolves roam at night and return to their dens in the morning. So, when its day, well enter the forest and attack their lair.
Most had experienced werewolf hunting, so the discussion was quick. The warriors checked their weapons and bows.
What if they come out and attack first?
Werewolves are cunning and cautious, they dont hunt near their dens. They wont rush out just because were at the forests edge.
It would be better if they did attack!
The warriors exclaimed heartily. Unless surprised, the werewolves charging from a distance were their prey. Even the strongest werewolves fell quickly after a few hits from poisoned arrows.
Johan felt reassured seeing the seasoned hunters among the gathered warriors.
The ones who needed to see us already have. Throw torches around! Its better to increase the fire.
The horses, sensing nearby werewolves, whinnied nervously. Johan comforted them, thinking to himself.
.
Just like during troll hunts, horses are often inappropriate for monster hunting because they are surprisingly skittish.
! ! !
The howling of the werewolves grew louder, tearing through the ears. Those that ran out of the forest howled fiercely.
The situation is definitely strange. Theyre not looking for prey, they seem to have just exploded in ferocity.
Achladda! Some of them are heading this way!
Even if they couldnt smartly hunt using sight or smell, once they started rampaging, they would eventually see their prey. A few approached rapidly.
But the warriors, already mounted and ready to fight, were not intimidated.
Retreat while shooting!
The warriors rode backwards, turning their bodies to shower the werewolves with arrows. Despite the darkness, their arrows hit with astonishing accuracy.
However, the werewolves response was surprising. They swatted away arrows with their claws and rolled to dodge them, performing feats unbelievable in their frenzied state.
But the warriors were a step ahead. They coordinated their shots. The arrows, aiming for openings and flying in succession, pierced through the werewolves hides and muscles.
-!
A cursed scream was heard. A werewolf fell to its knees, unable to pursue any longer.
Its better to retreat and wait until daybreak!
Lets retreat, Achladda!
Understood. Back. . .
Wait! Someones coming!
The warriors quickly readied their arrows, aiming at the sound of a horse approaching through the darkness.
Dont shoot! Dont shoot!
What, isnt that the knight dastard? Did he trail us?
He couldnt have trailed us in such complexity, just shoot him!
Johan restrained the warriors, shouting.
Give us a reason not to kill you!
I will tell you where Sir Boriska is!
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Chapter 85.2: Time to Hunt (4)
Although the infiltrated knight discovered nothing, the group decided to move quickly.
It was wise to hurry, knowing that others were also targeting the same werewolf. They could get ahead by gathering information elsewhere.
Fortunately, as day broke, the hunters arrived in the town.
, .
! , !
Achladda was overjoyed, maintaining a dignified presence in front of Johan and the other warriors.
There was concern about calling Johan and then finding the werewolves late, which could lead to losing the prey, not being able to proudly mention the Alchio tribe.
The group packed lightly and traveled over the plains for more than two days to the location discovered by the hunters.
During the journey, Achladda sent one person at a time to different locations.
What are you sending them for?
I asked them to call warriors from known tribes to be nearby.
Didnt you say the knight dastards couldnt be found?
Achladda, who had rushed after hearing the news, boasted confidently. He said that by the time the slow-moving knight dastards arrived, the hunt would already be over.
But now calling tribal warriors nearby was unexpected.
. . .Doesnt the Empire proverb say to tap even a stone bridge before crossing it?
Johan smiled wryly and nodded. It was a better habit to be prepared rather than overconfident.
There were many nameless forests in the plains. Such forests were excellent havens for monsters.
Even Centaur hunters rarely ventured into these forests, especially in seasons like winter.
However, those gathered here today had already made such a commitment. A warrior outstanding in the plains was as good as an exceptional hunter.
Setting up camp a little away from the forest entrance, the group waited for dawn.
The werewolves roam at night and return to their dens in the morning. So, when its day, well enter the forest and attack their lair.
Most had experienced werewolf hunting, so the discussion was quick. The warriors checked their weapons and bows.
What if they come out and attack first?
Werewolves are cunning and cautious, they dont hunt near their dens. They wont rush out just because were at the forests edge.
It would be better if they did attack!
The warriors exclaimed heartily. Unless surprised, the werewolves charging from a distance were their prey. Even the strongest werewolves fell quickly after a few hits from poisoned arrows.
Johan felt reassured seeing the seasoned hunters among the gathered warriors.
The ones who needed to see us already have. Throw torches around! Its better to increase the fire.
The horses, sensing nearby werewolves, whinnied nervously. Johan comforted them, thinking to himself.
.
Just like during troll hunts, horses are often inappropriate for monster hunting because they are surprisingly skittish.
! ! !
The howling of the werewolves grew louder, tearing through the ears. Those that ran out of the forest howled fiercely.
The situation is definitely strange. Theyre not looking for prey, they seem to have just exploded in ferocity.
Achladda! Some of them are heading this way!
Even if they couldnt smartly hunt using sight or smell, once they started rampaging, they would eventually see their prey. A few approached rapidly.
But the warriors, already mounted and ready to fight, were not intimidated.
Retreat while shooting!
The warriors rode backwards, turning their bodies to shower the werewolves with arrows. Despite the darkness, their arrows hit with astonishing accuracy.
However, the werewolves response was surprising. They swatted away arrows with their claws and rolled to dodge them, performing feats unbelievable in their frenzied state.
But the warriors were a step ahead. They coordinated their shots. The arrows, aiming for openings and flying in succession, pierced through the werewolves hides and muscles.
-!
A cursed scream was heard. A werewolf fell to its knees, unable to pursue any longer.
Its better to retreat and wait until daybreak!
Lets retreat, Achladda!
Understood. Back. . .
Wait! Someones coming!
The warriors quickly readied their arrows, aiming at the sound of a horse approaching through the darkness.
Dont shoot! Dont shoot!
What, isnt that the knight dastard? Did he trail us?
He couldnt have trailed us in such complexity, just shoot him!
Johan restrained the warriors, shouting.
Give us a reason not to kill you!
I will tell you where Sir Boriska is!
Chapter 85.2: Time to Hunt 4Although the infiltrated knight discovered nothing, the group decided to move quickly.It was wise to hurry, knowing that others were also targeting the same werewolf. They could get ahead by gathering information elsewhere.Fortunately, as day broke, the hunters arrived in the town., .! , !Achladda was overjoyed, maintaining a dignified presence in front of Johan and the other warriors.There was concern about calling Johan and then finding the werewolves late, which could lead to losing the prey, not being able to proudly mention the Alchio tribe.The group packed lightly and traveled over the plains for more than two days to the location discovered by the hunters.During the journey, Achladda sent one person at a time to different locations.What are you sending them for?I asked them to call warriors from known tribes to be nearby.Didnt you say the knight dastards couldnt be found?Achladda, who had rushed after hearing the news, boasted confidently. He said that by the time the slow-moving knight dastards arrived, the hunt would already be over.But now calling tribal warriors nearby was unexpected.. . .Doesnt the Empire proverb say to tap even a stone bridge before crossing it?Johan smiled wryly and nodded. It was a better habit to be prepared rather than overconfident.There were many nameless forests in the plains. Such forests were excellent havens for monsters.Even Centaur hunters rarely ventured into these forests, especially in seasons like winter.However, those gathered here today had already made such a commitment. A warrior outstanding in the plains was as good as an exceptional hunter.Setting up camp a little away from the forest entrance, the group waited for dawn.The werewolves roam at night and return to their dens in the morning. So, when its day, well enter the forest and attack their lair.Most had experienced werewolf hunting, so the discussion was quick. The warriors checked their weapons and bows.What if they come out and attack first?Werewolves are cunning and cautious, they dont hunt near their dens. They wont rush out just because were at the forests edge.It would be better if they did attack!The warriors exclaimed heartily. Unless surprised, the werewolves charging from a distance were their prey. Even the strongest werewolves fell quickly after a few hits from poisoned arrows.Johan felt reassured seeing the seasoned hunters among the gathered warriors.The ones who needed to see us already have. Throw torches around! Its better to increase the fire.The horses, sensing nearby werewolves, whinnied nervously. Johan comforted them, thinking to himself..Just like during troll hunts, horses are often inappropriate for monster hunting because they are surprisingly skittish.! ! !The howling of the werewolves grew louder, tearing through the ears. Those that ran out of the forest howled fiercely.The situation is definitely strange. Theyre not looking for prey, they seem to have just exploded in ferocity.Achladda! Some of them are heading this way!Even if they couldnt smartly hunt using sight or smell, once they started rampaging, they would eventually see their prey. A few approached rapidly.But the warriors, already mounted and ready to fight, were not intimidated.Retreat while shooting!The warriors rode backwards, turning their bodies to shower the werewolves with arrows. Despite the darkness, their arrows hit with astonishing accuracy.However, the werewolves response was surprising. They swatted away arrows with their claws and rolled to dodge them, performing feats unbelievable in their frenzied state.But the warriors were a step ahead. They coordinated their shots. The arrows, aiming for openings and flying in succession, pierced through the werewolves hides and muscles.-!A cursed scream was heard. A werewolf fell to its knees, unable to pursue any longer.Its better to retreat and wait until daybreak!Lets retreat, Achladda!Understood. Back. . .Wait! Someones coming!The warriors quickly readied their arrows, aiming at the sound of a horse approaching through the darkness.Dont shoot! Dont shoot!What, isnt that the knight dastard? Did he trail us?He couldnt have trailed us in such complexity, just shoot him!Johan restrained the warriors, shouting.Give us a reason not to kill you!I will tell you where Sir Boriska is!
