Half-elf Notebook

"Is it a happy thing for you to see your prey safe and sound?" Ina said frankly.

"Cang!" The silver-white sword was drawn out.

The equipment the young man was wearing was not what a normal hunter should have.

That is the armor worn to protect against fatal injuries caused by sword strikes rather than crossbow arrows.

In short, it is equipment for fighting against humans.

The hunt was long and laborious.

In order to expand the hunting range within their capabilities or to chase prey.

Every bit of weight and energy consumed are things that hunters need to consider.

Hunters would even give up the short-sleeved chain mail that has certain defensive capabilities and choose pure hunting clothes.

"This must be a misunderstanding, beautiful lady...I really mean no harm."

The young man remained calm and stretched out his hands to the side, as if to express that he had no intention of overstepping his authority.

After looking at each other for a few seconds, Ina remained silent.

She could see through the other person's pretense and knew he was lying.

She could certainly kill the young man immediately, but today was one of the few days when she felt good, and Ina didn't want to ruin it.

If the other party doesn't take action, it's okay to let him go.

The girl then prepared to pick up the wolf skin that had fallen to the ground.

But the other side is obviously not very smart, at least their actions prove that.

"Is it really like this?" Ina couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of her heart at the miraculous experience of being ambushed twice in a row that day.

The sound of breaking air was heard in the forest, and the arrow arrived soon after.

The white-haired girl didn't even want to turn her head, unlike the icicle that was like a cannonball.

It was just an arrow, an ordinary arrow with an iron arrowhead and a wooden handle.

"Snapped."

The light shield trembled slightly, and the arrow bounced off, just as Ina expected.

The young man was just a common criminal who took up scavenging as a sideline.

Even if there is some war break, it is not much and cannot reach the bronze level threshold.

"But, who cares?" Ina raised her left hand, which was as white and pure as warm jade. Black light condensed, reflecting the young man's stunned face, and the arrow emitting black light was aimed at him.

"Please show mercy, Miss Half-Elf."

The sudden, hoarse old voice startled her. The voice was so close to her.

Ina quickly turned the gun around.

There was a little panic, so much so that the magic arrows that had just formed were somewhat scattered.

too close.

Ina is by no means a careless person. On the contrary, she is somewhat confident in her own perception.

However, this time it didn't have any effect at all.

An old man walked out of the bushes, not slowly but without any noise, like a poisonous snake crawling out of the grass.

He was wearing a dusty grey coat, holding a machete, and had a net woven from leafy vines wrapped around his body.

A pair of brown eyes half-closed with a gleam of brilliance stared at the white-haired girl.

For some reason, Ina felt that those eyes could see through her strength.

The old hunter and the young man are undoubtedly birds of a feather.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have happened here by chance. And he wouldn't have given up the ambush opportunity that was already like a lasso for his prey.

The real danger of the venomous snake comes when he is still in the grass.

The old hunter was skilled, and his ability to hide gave him the opportunity to launch a surprise attack on Ina.

But that was because the girl had never discovered it.

Ina calmed down. The two sides were only 0.914 yards apart. (Note: yard is equal to meters)

If the old hunter has strength far beyond his own, then others don't need to show their faces at all.

A stone carrying the breath of war could penetrate her shield and take her life directly.

Putting away her gloomy expression, Ina felt fearless.

Not reaching the bronze level, it wasn’t that the girl was arrogant and didn’t have any unexpected back-up plan.

I want to win head-on and be on full alert, but this is a bit beyond my capabilities.

Obviously, the old man knew the strength of both sides.

He didn't even need to weigh the pros and cons of going to war with Ina and giving up the deal for a few gold coins.

This is as simple as asking a normal person to choose whether to gamble against the dealer himself at the dealer's prepared card table in the dealer's casino, or to give up the bet.

Laozi waved at the young man, signaling him to put down the bow and arrow, and grinned at Ina.

The white-haired girl has her own confidence, and he also has his own considerations.

The old man knew that what remained was a game called negotiation.

They were attackers, and they did attack the girl.

It was only natural that they failed and were killed.

But he also knew that young hunters like Ina would not easily kill.

Having never actually killed anyone, they are like butchers handling fresh meat on the chopping block for the first time.

Unfamiliarity and immaturity will force them to give up their rightful rights.

He threw the gleaming silver single-edged machete onto the ground, removed the throwing knife strap and waist bag from his waist, and slowly and orderly lifted up the long sleeves wrapped in chain mail.

The old hunter was very thorough, just like an old fox.

He knew very well that for a girl like a frightened kitten, any pretense would be like adding fuel to the fire.

He gave up his weapons and kept a distance of about 20 meters from Ina. He didn't speak and just stood there straight.

"What do you mean?" Ina asked sharply:

She had just been tricked once, so she wouldn't fall for it.

When faced with dangerous and unknown things, people will always feel nervous or at a loss.

An experienced hunter or warrior can quickly suppress these dangerous emotions.

But the old man mistakenly thought that Ina couldn't do it.

He thought he had the initiative in this "negotiation".

Previously, Ina could have killed them to vent her anger, or she could have chosen between taking a step back and negotiating peace.

But this moment was different. He thought that due to his behavior and strength, the other party would only make one choice.

The old man judged that as long as he and the young man did not cross the line or do anything excessive, Ina would not resort to knife attack.

Removing the equipment is just a way to sweeten the deal.

This is a typical case of a wrong deduction with a correct answer. Ina really did not mean to kill them, but she did not intend to give up.

The old man said slowly, "Little half-elf girl, how about we each take a step back?"

Unexpectedly, Ina raised her hand and pointed, and a black light shot out, piercing through the plate armor, tearing the flesh and shoulder bones, and a blood mist burst out.

The young man immediately fell to the ground, screaming in pain.

His humerus was broken, and without a priest or magic to heal it, and proper treatment, this hand would most likely be useless.

"You!" the old man exclaimed

"Interesting, really interesting. You attacked me, and then you kept shouting that both sides should take a step back. What do you think of human life? Are you a soft persimmon on a fruit stall? If you want to pinch it, you can pinch it. If you don't want to buy, you can leave." Ina looked cold and sarcastically said:

"I'm afraid your heads are filled with the urine of wild animals. I don't mind pouring it out for you now."

"Bastard! I'm now..." The young man endured the pain, climbed up and drew his sword.

"Stop your stupid behavior right now, Olivi! And drop your sword!" The old hunter shouted angrily at the young man named Olivi.

Even so, those earthy brown eyes never left Ina for a moment.

"But little girl, you are not sure you can kill me, right? Wasting time here is not a wise choice for both of us."

"Woo..." Ina was stunned and had no answer.

Killing an unarmed person was indeed not what she wanted, because it was no different from eating scavengers.

She bit her lower lip, and tightened and loosened her grip on the sword, somewhat undecided.

Seeing this, the old hunter didn't pay much attention and began to tiptoe back.

Ina had no better way but to move in coordination with the old hunter.

Although they gave up their weapons to show their sincerity, no one can be sure.

Has the old hunter, who has experienced countless life and death situations, really abandoned all his weapons and has no backup plan?

Maybe it's just a stopgap measure.

In the contest of physical strength and endurance, having just experienced a life-and-death fight and looking a little tired, I am bound to be no match for the old hunter.

Every extra moment of delay means Ina's chance of winning is reduced.

She is good at talking, so it would be fine if she was punished a little. She really couldn't bring herself to kill him. Leaving him alone would only do harm and no benefit.

As the distance widened, the white-haired girl approached a thick fir tree.

With a turn, swept by the dark grey magic cyclone, he dodged a few times and disappeared without looking back among the slightly green bushes dotted with spring leaves.