Chapter 19 Three Traps (Please Collect~)

After a while, Sifa buried the sharpened thick branches collected by Matthew and the two hunters, himself and Leon, into the ground, and pointed obliquely in the direction of the grass. In this way, the wild wolf that stumbled through the grass either fell into the trap, or had to use its body to kiss the sharp branch that was as thick as an arm.

After setting up these traps, Xifa felt that the 'Hunter' potion seemed to be digested a little. It was an indescribable feeling, very wonderful.

At this time, there was a faint smell of stench coming from the distance of the mountain forest, and Xifa's keen sense of smell came into play again, reminding him to leave quickly.

Several people continued down the mountain, and found suitable positions along the way, using materials on or around them to set up simple but effective traps.

Sifa even deliberately left items with his own scent, such as hats or handkerchiefs, to ensure that the wolves would step into the trap accurately.

And through the feedback of smell and sound, Xifa found that as time went by, the smell of wolves gradually weakened, and the sound they made became weaker, which indirectly explained that the traps they set up worked, chasing behind The number of wolves has decreased significantly.

When Cifer emerged from a clump of grass, he saw the dark blue sky at the beginning of night, and saw the faint lights of the logging camp in the distance. They had escaped from the Abury Mountains.

"It worked."

Leon, who was sweating profusely, gasped and laughed, "We're free from those horrible things."

Xifa was about to respond, when suddenly a strange sound of wind was caught in his ears, and the nasty smell of fishy smell wafted again in his nostrils. Then I saw three black shadows coming out of the grass not far in front, and there were a few green flames in the gradually darkening night.

Three strange male wolves with green fire in their eyes, sprayed hot air from their nostrils, let out a low and threatening growl from their mouths, approached cautiously, and surrounded the four of them.

"Shit!"

The bearded man picked up his shotgun, and before he could shoot, the wild wolf who was pointed at by the gun jumped away.

Under the gaze of the wild wolf, Sifa felt the danger, which made him a little puzzled. It is true that these abnormal beasts are not a small threat to ordinary people, but he is already a 'hunter', and he does not think that the three wild wolves can pose a threat.

Where did this sense of danger come from?

Xifa secretly paid attention, asked Matthew to hold the torch high, and held the revolver himself, and shook out the cylinder. Looking at the remaining four bullets, he made some adjustments before pointing the gun at the wild wolf next to him.

A male wolf charged over tentatively, and Leon shot at it. It cleverly jumped left and right, dodged two attacks, and finally let Leon and the bearded man focus on killing him.

The remaining two male wolves immediately launched an attack. Xifa had been on guard against them. After a mistake, Xifa used three bullets to end the lives of the two male wolves.

And in the final blow, he fired an extra shot, but the revolver clicked, and the bullet was fired, as if the magazine was empty of ammunition.

Just at this time.

From a group of bushes nearby, a group of black shadows rushed over and rushed towards Xifa.

Seeing that he was about to be hit, Xifa took a step sideways, and then retreated three steps in a row, widening the distance, allowing the thing to pounce on nothing.

He didn't have time to study what it was, he only knew that this black shadow was the culprit that made him feel a sense of crisis.

After backing away, he rushed again, closing the distance, and the other hand that was already on the handle of the knife brought out the sharp machete borrowed from Leon. The blade reflected the firelight, split the evening wind, and threw a beautiful arc of light, hanging on the black shadow.

"ah!"

A scream sounded from the black shadow, and the opponent retreated violently with a whoosh. Xifa turned around and raised his arms, using the turning movement to increase his strength, and threw the knife as a spear.

The black shadow that had just landed on the ground did not know what method it used, suddenly changed direction in mid-air, avoided the machete, fell to the other side, and rushed towards it like a cannonball.

At this time, Sifa calmly raised the revolver and pulled the trigger, and the flames sprayed from the muzzle of the gun illuminated a weird face.

He doesn't look very old, but the skin on his face is wrinkled, and there are black bristles on his lips and chin.

This thing didn't seem to expect that Xifa's revolver, which had been emptied, could still be used, and was caught off guard. It was shot in the chest, spattered blood, and flew out backwards.

When it fell into the grass, it flew fast, ran like a wild beast, and disappeared in the direction of Mount Abury in an instant.

Only then did Xifa feel a shiver, and a wave of fear welled up in his heart.

This is his first fight, a planned and purposeful fight!

In this battle, Xifa used a total of three 'traps'.

Sensing the danger, Xifa adjusted the order of the bullets in the magazine and set an empty bullet. When he killed those wild wolves, he deliberately fired the fourth shot to make the pistol appear to be empty. This was his first trap.

This trap successfully lured that thing out. Then in the battle, he threw the machete and gave the opponent the illusion that he had no weapons to use, which was the second trap.

The last trap, of course, was the fourth bullet in the pistol, which managed to injure the un-human thing.

It was a pity that, after all, it was the first battle, and Xifa was still too nervous to shoot without raising his arm high enough. Otherwise, the bullet would not have penetrated into the opponent's chest, but into the head.

Xifa felt that the 'Hunter' potion had digested a little more, as if he had used the 'trap'.

In addition, the movement and figure of that thing just now reminded Xifa of the murder that happened in the alley near the memorial square a few days ago. At that time, the figure he swung back with his cane seemed to be the same as the strange thing just now.

"what is that?"

Leon came over and looked in the direction where the strange thing left.

Xifa shook his head, he didn't know, at this time, from the Ebury Mountain, gradually there was a fire, and some hunters escaped.

Back in town it was already dinner time, when I walked into the hall, I saw Dolly's torn coat on Sifa, saw the mud on his shoes, and saw that he had scrubbed but still left stains s face.

Mother Anilu covered her mouth lightly and whispered, "Sifa, where have you been?"

Xifa coughed dryly: "It's nothing, I'm going hunting."

"Go and clean up, and then come to the restaurant for dinner."

Xifa nodded and took Matthew back to the room quickly. After he washed and put on clean clothes, when he walked into the dining room, he saw his father Bison talking to his mother.

"In the afternoon, Hal rants to me. He complains that the "Corn Act" should not be abolished, which makes him have to lower the price of grain in order to compete with the grain imported from the southern countries such as Feneport, Marcy, and Lemburg."