Chapter 273 Red Zone

After listening to Thomas' explanation, Roger was relieved, but Dick still had doubts.

"There are countless beasts hidden in this forest. After we leave, if some beasts like wolves come to smell the smell of blood and eat our trophies, what will we do? It will be a waste of work!"

"You don't have to worry about this, as long as our prey still has a little fur and bones left, the 'secret mark' blessed on them will continue to glow. The referee will scan the entire island with the help of the discovery crystal, and all the 'secret marks' will appear in the form of light spots Come out, it's clear at a glance."

Thomas smiled and answered Dick's doubts.

"The referee will not deduct the hunting points we deserve just because the prey is destroyed by a passing beast. It should be as much as it should be, and there will be no less points!"

After dealing with the loot, Joan and the others continued on the road, following the traces of the wild boar.

However, when they arrived, the rest of the wild boars had already been killed by the two hunting teams that were one step ahead.

The other party looked at them with very unfriendly eyes, clearly mocking them for their wasted trip.

Brothers Joan, Thomas, and Tyndale, left the bush disappointed, and continued their search along the beach.

Whenever the hound found trouble and barked wildly, the four of them also cheered up.

As a result, I rushed up to see that they were nothing more than small animals such as hares, guinea pigs, and beavers, who were killed and thrown to the hounds for lunch.

Just spent the whole afternoon in this way, getting nothing.

When night fell, the group of four had to suspend their hunting trip, lit a campfire on the river beach, pitched a tent, and prepared to spend the night.

Everyone sat and rested around the rising campfire, chewing their own dry food. They all seemed depressed and had no interest in chatting.

Joan took a sip of water and looked up at the river.

The calm river reflects the moonlight like a silver ribbon.

Through the night, it can be clearly seen that the river beach is dotted with clusters of orange-red bonfires, like stars scattered on both sides of the Milky Way.

The hunters resting and eating around the bonfire talked loudly, and the sound of laughter drifted over the river with the night wind, faintly reaching their ears.

Joan listened attentively, and it was not difficult to guess from the few words in the wind that people were talking about the harvest of the first day of the hunting contest and all kinds of interesting things encountered during the journey.

If he hadn't had too high expectations for hunting results, Qiao An felt that his team's harvest today was not bad.

In any case, three wild boars were killed, and more importantly, the companions and hounds were unscathed.

In fact, the results of most of the participating teams are not much better than Joan and the others. Participating in hunting with an entertainment mentality, it is easy to get fun and satisfaction from it.

It's a pity that Qiao An and the others are all young and vigorous young men after all. They participated in the competition to win prizes. They didn't expect to be hit in the head on the first day of the competition.

The gap between the ideal and the reality is too great. Apart from complaining about bad luck, the more urgent idea of ​​the boys is to try to change the status quo.

"Guys, we were unlucky today. We only hit three wild boars in total, and got a pitiful 3 points. It's a bit embarrassing to say it!"

Thomas sighed bitterly.

"It's impossible, we've tried our best."

Roger comforted him insincerely.

"In any case, we can no longer continue this hunting mentality tomorrow!"

Dick raised his voice, his eyes determined.

"Following other people's ass and eating ashes, you are destined to not get good grades!"

"Instead of competing with others for food, it is better to go farther and go to areas that others dare not set foot in. The rewards will definitely be much greater!"

"Brother Dick is right!"

Thomas slapped his thigh, his face beaming.

"Where is our advantage? It's here!"

He unfolded the map and showed it to everyone.

"The vast majority of hunting teams do not have such a detailed map. In order to avoid getting lost, they have to walk along the river beach."

"We have a map in hand, there is no need to wander around the river bank, it is better to take the initiative to hunt in red areas where wild boars are more frequent!"

The Tyndale brothers all supported Thomas' proposal, but Joan was still a little worried.

"Staying away from the river beach means staying away from other hunting teams. In case of any accident, you can't call for help, not to mention that there are ferocious wild boars, razor boars, and even the razor prince in the depths of the dense forest. This is too risky."

"It's indeed a bit risky, but how can you catch more prey if you don't take some risks? Are you willing to spend the next five days doing nothing like today? Then you might as well give up the game as soon as possible and go back to the boat to bask in the sun!"

Thomas' rebuttal left Joan speechless.

Dick and Roger also thought it was worth the risk for a medal, and as long as they didn't stray too far from the river bank, there shouldn't be much of a problem.

Joan saw that the three companions said so, and he couldn't sing the opposite, so he had to agree with Thomas' suggestion.

Everyone will leave the riverside camp early tomorrow morning and go to the "red zone" closest to here to try their luck.

According to the signs on the map, most of the "red areas" have wild boar nests.

After making a decision, everyone's mood turned from low to high. After discussing tomorrow's itinerary, they each got into the tent to rest, leaving the four quite human hounds to watch the night.

Joan took out the "magic warning stone" before going to sleep and placed it near the tent. After taking safety measures, he got into the sleeping bag and closed his eyes with confidence.

After only sleeping for two hours, Joan woke up and got out of the tent to take a look. The sky was still dark.

Judging from the position of the stars in the sky, it was probably just after midnight.

With the magic power of the "life-support ring", Joan only needs to sleep for two hours a day to recover his energy.

He dressed in the tent, sat down cross-legged, first prepared the spells that might be used today, and then used the "spiritual meditation method" to meditate, condensing his spiritual will into an invisible probe, exploring the first 2 The surface area of ​​the magic web.

After two hours of meditation, Joan felt refreshed, and his ability to control the second-level magic improved significantly.

Currently he has only learned one level 2 spell, which is "Invisibility".

Today's three 2nd-level spell slots are all used by him to prepare the energy of "Invisibility", "Mythical Power" and "God's Tears", and they can also be temporarily converted into 2nd-level spell slots when necessary.

In case of a risk that is difficult to resist, Joan can completely bless himself and all his companions with "invisibility" to escape from the dangerous area.

Thinking of this, Joan was a little more optimistic and looking forward to today's hunting trip.

At this time, the sky had already turned white, and the morning sun illuminated the camp through the mist floating on the river.

Thomas, Dick, and Roger woke up one after another, and when they got out of the tent, Joanne had reactivated the "campfire rosary" and boiled a pot of boiling water.

After washing, everyone ate dry food around the fire, and drank a large cup of hot black tea, warming up their whole bodies.

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