[wilderness]

On the west bank of the Great Knock River, on a nameless hill in the former border no-man's land, the little hunter Bell patiently waits for his goal.

A clockwork has been tightened and ammunition has been compacted, and a spring bolt that can be fired at any time, a rifled shotgun, lying quietly on Bell's knees.

The barrel of this shotgun was made by the best boring maker and grinder in the Steel Fort. The barrel was as straight as light, the inner chamber was as smooth as water, and it was longer than the ordinary rifled gun barrel. Its price also increased exponentially with the increase of aspect ratio. Finally, a major figure in the empire who made it custom-made, felt that there was no need to pay the final payment after hearing this.

Because of this, the barrel of the gun flowed into the hands of the "Barghon Granashi" several times, and finally reached the little hunter's lap.

The more precious part of this hunting rifle than the barrel is the butt and guard. Its butt and guard are taken from the underground part of a large tree growing on a plateau farther than the land of the Saracen people. The air there is cold and thin, and the land is hard and hard, making it difficult for trees to grow, but it also makes the trees there have magnificent textures that cannot be compared with the trees growing in a tolerant environment.

This hunting rifle does not require any impractical inlay and carving. It is just polished and oiled to reveal the magic of nature, which is better than all acquired building - the "Baron" has not tasted so well, and this is the work of the "Baoness".

The palm of the hand that combines these two materials belongs to an exile who found his home in a foreign land. He may not be the most intelligent craftsman, but he cherishes his works more than any of his peers.

The best steel, the best wood and the most sincere hands gave birth to the best shotgun on the Hurd wasteland—and perhaps even the best shotgun in the narrow mountains.

However, if the hunter cannot find the target, the best shotgun is no different from scrap iron.

Beside Bell, the two brothers Dabai and Xiaobai were also sitting on the hillside, waiting for the target to appear.

However, compared to the Beast Spirit Speaker and his brother who had always been patient, Xiaobai was already a little anxious.

The moon has set and the sky is almost dawn. The "big dome" is gradually showing iron gray, with a faint red light on the edge, like a piece of ashes.

In a while, the sun will come out, and all the beasts will hide back to their nests, and will return to the night without success.

However, even though he was extremely bored, Xiaobai did not make a sound, but just held his hunting rifle tightly and widened his eyes and searched for the figure of the target.

At this moment, Bell glanced at the sky, moved his shoulders, then put his hands together into a horn shape, and pressed against his upper lip.

He raised his head, took a deep breath, and two consecutive howls of wolves came down the hill from where he was, and into the wilderness and forest below the hill.

Two wolf howls, one short and one long. They are short in front, and the sound is sharp and clear, like a greeting at the beginning of a letter, or like a whip in front of a Mercedes-Benz.

The longest sound comes afterwards, and the sound is heavy and turbid, accompanied by continuous ups and downs, and the reluctance tone.

Two howls echo each other and blend with each other. In Dabai and Xiaobai, there was actually only one sound.

It was not the first time that the two brothers saw the "Beast Spirit Speaker" using their skills, but until today they couldn't learn it and couldn't tell it clearly - close their eyes, it wasn't just that the human beings were making noises, but the wolf was screaming.

Bell ended his howl with a "whimper", then closed his eyes, held his breath and listened with his ears.

The wind blew across the forests and grasslands, crushing birds and insects, making the earth particularly quiet.

Silence, silence is the dawn of the wasteland.

"Aowu..."

Without warning, a wolf howl rang out in the woods under the hillside, responding to Bell's call.

"Aowu..."

"Aowu..."

"Aowu..."

A series of wolf howls rang out, layer by layer, one after another.

Dabai and Xiaobai couldn't help but shudder - because the howling came from the front, and the distance was very close, which meant that they did not wait in vain tonight.

The two brothers immediately cheered up and observed the junction of the forest and grass more carefully.

Hearing the response of the wolf pack, Bell closed his hands and let out a faint howl.

In Dabai, Xiaobai heard that although this howling was as difficult as the previous howling, there were some subtle changes, but they couldn't explain clearly where there were any changes.

Like a conversation, a wolf howl came from the woodland under the hillside, as if responding to Bell's call.

Xiaobai's heart was raised.

Because this time, the howls of the wolf in the forest were much shorter than the last time and the sound was a little smaller.

He couldn't help but worry about whether the target was going to escape.

However, the next moment, a ghostly shadow seeped out of the shadow of the forest.

When the shadow passes through the invisible but clear dividing line between the woodland and the grass, its originally blurred outline becomes real and solidifies into the image of a huge gray wolf.

The giant wolf ran towards the hillside slowly.

After a while, another gray wolf appeared on the edge of the woodland and ran around to follow the giant wolf, followed by the third and fourth. Compared with the two big wolves in front, the third wolf and the fourth wolf are slightly thin in size. They should be sub-adult individuals.

Seeing this scene, Xiaobai was so happy that Dabai also let out a light breath, and his eyes were more respectful to the beast spirit speaker.

Calling beasts out of the forest - this is the divine power of the beast spirit speaker, and it is also the reason why whenever an evil beast causes harm, the Hed people will seek help from the beast spirit speaker as soon as possible.

The wolf pack under the hillside is the evil beast that Bell wants to get rid of.

It is clear that it is the most abundant summer with food, and rabbits and mice are everywhere in the wasteland, but these gray wolves are still gathered together and act together.

They lie down on the day and go out at night, and their whereabouts are mysterious. They kill cattle and sheep in Wenduoer's tribe. They leave nothing for the herders except the lamb with only one skin, the calf whose belly is empty, and the corpse of the shepherd dog.

What made Wen Duoer people angry was that this wolf pack had no fear of the holy beasts of the Wen Duoer tribe, and they could kill them even if they were sacrificed to the holy beasts.

They harassed Wenduoer too many times and too often, which made Bell, who had already accepted the identity of the Beast Spirit Speaker, also determined to kill them.

For half a month, Bell took Dabai and Xiaobai continued to search for the group of evil wolves around the camp.

They tracked footprints on the river beach and checked the feces in the bushes. They were about to dig through every rock crack and cave near the camp, and finally determined the wolves' nest and daily activity routes.

However, whether the enemy can be found is a question, and whether the enemy can be killed is another question.

So for three days, Bell would bring Dabai and Xiaobai to this hillside every night to "talk" with the wolf pack.

Now, the wolves have been summoned.

The time for hunting is here.
Chapter completed!