A person in American horror, wearing two versions of The Witcher

When an arrow is flying through the air, the person being shot has no time to think about anything else.

Everything was simplified by the action of drawing the bow; all that remained were the actions of pulling the trigger and dodging.

boom!

The Winchester 94 trembled, and flashes of light erupted from its muzzle.

The immense thrust propelled the hardened bullet into the air, aiming at the archer among the three men.

Meanwhile, the half-crouching posture allowed Roy, who had already gathered energy in his legs, to leap sideways towards the river to dodge.

His movements were somewhat clumsy, and he landed unsteadily, half-falling to the ground.

But the featherless arrow grazed his calf and didn't hit him.

hum~

The echo of arrows striking tree roots reverberated.

Bang!

The owner of the arrow, the one holding the bow, fell straight to the ground, struck by the arrow.

Throughout the entire ordeal, the archer didn't even flinch. Naturally, the fixed target, several meters away, had no way to avoid Roy's headshot, which was unerring no matter how hard he tried.

Even so, Roy still saw him draw his bow before pulling the trigger.

……

"Damn it, he knows magic, that's a magic staff!"

"Stop being so girly and get to it! I'm going to chop off his hands and legs!"

The violent blast of the gunshot triggered a commotion on the other side.

The gruff-voiced man, horrified by his companion's fall, screamed for magic.

The man who shut up turned around and hid behind the man with the gruff voice, sword in hand, and kicked him hard, urging the man with the axe to move forward.

They still have a chance of winning.

Roy stumbled and fell halfway to the ground, undoubtedly losing his chance to aim again immediately. The two were only a dozen meters apart; if they had both had enough courage to charge at full speed simultaneously, they might have actually reached Roy.

But pure greed did not give these two robbers pure courage.

The first to move was Coca-Cola on the other side of the river.

The moment the gun went off,

Its most basic, childhood training instructions surged into its brain in a reactive manner, and it no longer cared about the tender wolf mother or the wolf pack's attempts to win it over.

It instantly turned and accelerated towards the river surface, swimming straight upstream as soon as it entered the water.

The training memories rooted in its skull, along with the guilt over Fura's injury during the last attack, left only one thought in its small head.

Catch them, bite them!

Furthermore, stimulated by the smells of gunpowder smoke and blood, a further tendency emerged:

Bite them to death!

As Cofi resolutely turned away, the wolf pack, startled by the gunshots, also lost their composure.

The three little wolves pounded their feet like garlic, subconsciously watching Coffin cross the river, and then subconsciously looking back at the old mother wolf.

The young wolf girl called out softly, expressing her opinion.

The husky growled, expressing its dissent.

Finally, the mother wolf let out a short howl, and the three wolf cubs excitedly jumped into the water and swam upstream towards the riverbank in the direction of the crossing.

However, surprisingly,

The old she-wolf who gave the command did not follow it upstream, but instead suddenly turned around after entering the river.

They swam down the river to Roy's location.

……

As Roy fell to the ground downstream, he ripped open the cloth strip at his waist, and the spear fell from his back.

With his hand on the ground, he half-lyed down and reloaded the Winchester 94.

The axe-wielding, gruff man charging ahead was still eight or nine meters away, but the advantage of firearms is that their power is not driven by a person, so even if you are lying down or holding them, you can still fire bullets.

boom!

Without a single wasted word or hesitation, the young ranchers trained by the old rancher always firmly believed that the trigger was the best conversation after a conflict.

The only pity is,

The one lying down was not hit by the bullet.

The moment the gruff-voiced man saw Roy raise his gun, he lunged and leaped behind a tree.

His anticipatory dodge meant the bullet only splattered blood on him, but he fell to the ground.

Roy then had time to roll over and stand up from the ground.

Click!

After getting up, Roy loaded the rifle again.

They didn't fire rashly because the man with the gruff voice had already hidden behind the thick tree.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

The only chance for the gruff-voiced man at this moment is if his teammates can temporarily draw Roy's fire, creating a safe opportunity for him to peek out.

In fact,

That's what the gruff-voiced man thought, but hiding behind the tree, he also had a chance to look back and discovered with despair—

The man who had shut up had abandoned him, abandoned the fallen man with the hoarse voice, and fled under the cover of the dense forest, as he was about to die!

And look at the distance of that figure... it's clear that the moment he charged forward, he had already turned and fled!

"Damn it, son of a bitch, bastard, coward..."

The gruff man cursed in response, his gaze involuntarily falling on the man who had already fallen to the ground, his twitching voice no longer hoarse.

The fear of being killed built up in his heart, and then transformed into an irrational rage:

Damn merchant, why don't you just obediently let us kill you!

And this irrational rage fierced his eyes, making him forget his pain, grip the axe tightly, and constantly remind himself:

There's still a chance, just one more chance. All we have to do is wait for the merchant to get around the tree trunk, and then throw the axe at the merchant's head.

As long as, as long as...

But they did not notice that

In this stalemate,

While he focused all his attention on Roy, who was holding a gun, and on the sound of Roy's footsteps,

Kao Fei has already waded across the water.

Kofi concealed himself in the bushes, crawling inwards towards the blood-soaked area, trying to avoid the gruff man's scrutinizing gaze...

Then, it suddenly moved.

With its broad chest providing powerful cardiovascular support, and its sloping back enabling explosive power from its rear leg drive,

In the gruff man's suddenly constricted pupils, as he hesitated before swinging his axe...

Without hesitation, it bit straight at the forearm of the gruff-voiced man holding the hand axe!

After biting down, she locked her teeth tightly, hanging her entire weight of over 70 kilograms directly on the gruff man's arm, causing his center of gravity to shift.

And at that very moment

The husky wolf arrived as well. It was taller and bigger, and could wade through the water faster. It followed closely behind Kofi, and after observing Kofi's actions, it abandoned its plan to strangle him and instead learned from him, immediately biting the gruff man's other hand.

It also hung its nearly 100-pound weight on its body, causing it to completely lose its balance and fall to the ground.

Then, the older sister cried wolf.

Following the strongest scent, it lunged towards the middle of the gruff-voiced man and tore at him without hesitation.

Then, a loud scream from the man with the rough voice rang out.

The wolf girl arrived last, but with perfect understanding, she embedded her sharp teeth into the flesh of the gruff man's neck.

Let that scream,

Stop it abruptly!

At this point, the three wolves and one dog, weighing over 300 pounds, pressed down on the gruff-voiced man, restricting all his movements and choking him.

And continue to bleed it...

……

If Roy fires a warning shot at this moment, the alerted wolf pack might release the loud-voiced man, thus preventing the wolf-killing incident from happening before their eyes.

But Roy, gun in hand, silently walked around to another thick tree, neither firing nor making any unusual movement.

He simply pressed his back against the thick tree trunk again.

He stood up straight amidst the low growls of the three wolves, showing no sign of fatigue or fear.

And he watched indifferently as the gruff-voiced man was gradually bled out until he finally died!

However, it's not that he has perverted tastes.

But just six or seven meters away, the old mother wolf had already blocked the downstream bank of the river.

The three wolves, who were locking people in their throats, were upstream from Roy.

This created a pincer movement against Roy...

……