Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

In the desolate wilderness, a group of cruel and numb bandits who took pleasure in killing and skinning people couldn't really have any profound topics to discuss.

Inside the raccoon den, Rams remained silent, staring blankly at the diagonal cross displayed outside, and his own masterpiece nailed to it.

"Woof...Woof! Woof woof woof woof!"

Several hunting dogs surrounded him, barking fiercely and wagging their tails, looking somewhat agitated.

"Shh, shh..." Rams comforted you with his experience, "Wait a minute, sweetie. We'll let you eat when the rain stops."

"...Quiet down." The man who had been crouching in the corner of the camp, neither drinking nor participating in the bawdy jokes, suddenly spoke up. "Everyone, quiet down."

"Quiet!" Rams realized something and immediately shouted to his companion.

Whether out of fear or obedience, the Rams gang, which had been laughing and joking just moments before, suddenly fell silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"What's wrong, Polocch?" Rams looked at his disheveled, unusually unkempt, almost savage companion, but his tone was unusually respectful. "Did you hear that?"

"Shh..."

Pologi extended a finger and placed it on his lips.

And then, there was a deathly silence that lasted for several minutes.

"Someone."

"Two people, one a man, very tall and strong, his heartbeat... as powerful as a deer's. The woman was very light, and her footsteps were barely audible."

"They're on the other side of the raccoon den; we'd better go check it out."

Poloch sighed. "The rain is too loud, I can't hear you."

Chapter 295: Awakening, Hunting Time! (Three chapters today!)

Seeing the figures emerge from the cave, the chief raised his hand to signal, and Alana immediately became alert, pressing her hand on the handle of the gun on her belt.

The group of people who emerged from the cave were dressed in extremely dirty and tattered clothes. Although the average standard of living in Fengxi Port was not high to begin with, their attire was even worse. They looked more like a group of savages who had lived in the wild for a long time and were completely detached from society. They winked and sized up the two of them, their eyes flashing with an unfriendly light.

Having spent so many years in Scarface Village since she was a child, Alana could tell at a glance that this was a group of fierce and unruly bandits!

At least the Tukus still retained the most basic humanity, setting up an abandoned village as their base.

Humans are social animals, and even the Thunder Fury Gang can only survive in an environment resembling a "town." There are taverns, stables, gambling tables, and the most powerful member, the Cartridge, enjoys the most luxurious mansion, just like all the other prominent figures in society. It may seem wild, but it is simply the various orders of human society crammed into the shell of a gang.

But the group of people in front of them were nothing short of "savages".

They abandoned all the conveniences of town and lived directly in caves. The group of people before me had lost much of their humanity. Instead, they displayed a bestial nature, like wild beasts, eating raw meat and drinking blood, where the strong prey on the weak.

The chief, who had spent his life dealing with wild animals, was naturally aware of this, but he remained calm and did not reach for the gun on his belt. Instead, he smiled at them.

"Hey," he said, waving his hand to greet them, "You're taking shelter from the rain here too?"

“…Yes.” Rams smiled in response. “That’s how thunderstorms are; they come out of nowhere, and we’re never prepared.”

"Look at you, you've all gotten soaked. Why don't you come sit with us for a bit?" Rams smiled, his main tactic being to appear kind and gentle. His deep-set, handsome face was indeed quite deceptive. "We just caught a rabbit, skinned it, and made a pot of rabbit soup. Come and have a couple of sips to warm yourselves up."

His henchmen gradually approached, their faces revealing malicious smiles. The gleaming knives in their hands were far from the friendly image Rams had presented.

"It's fate that these two groups of people met in this desolate wilderness..." Rams smiled brightly. "Don't you think so?"

“You can go, but there’s one thing I need to make clear first.” The chief’s tone remained calm, though his back was slightly hunched, and his gaze inadvertently swept over the Skinners, observing the surrounding environment. “Do you have dogs in your cave?”

“Yes, they are all hunting dogs that I raised from puppies.” Rams’s eyes lit up when he mentioned them, and his smile became even more innocent. “Do you like dogs? That’s great, you’ll have a chance to get close to them.”

"On the contrary, what I hate most are mad dogs." The chief's face darkened, "People who make mistakes can go to jail..."

"But if a rabid dog bites someone, it should be killed!"

……

Within a fraction of a second, the faint sound of metal rubbing against the grip reached Polocch's ears through the raindrops.

"careful!"

Before he could finish speaking, a throwing knife flew from the chief's hand, heading straight for Rams's head! A flash of cold light, and he quickly turned his neck to the side, feeling something sting him. Throwing was always the chief's forte; he could pin a spider hanging from a branch to the trunk with a single blow, demonstrating his remarkable accuracy.

If it weren't for Polocci's superhuman hearing, that one stab would probably have killed the kind-hearted Ramsay Bolton.

"what!"

He let out a cry of surprise and instinctively fell to the ground, feeling more anger than pain—for he considered himself a hunter, but now he had been preemptively attacked by another hunter from the wilderness, who had not anticipated his actions.

My ear... was cut open, and blood was flowing freely!

At the same time, Alana followed closely behind, took out a grenade from her bag, and skillfully pulled the pin.

She wasn't particularly strong, but at such close range, she managed to throw the spherical grenade successfully into the cave, where it rolled in with a gurgling sound. This scene was witnessed by Rams, who was lying on the ground, and his anger instantly turned into a cold sweat.

"It's a grenade!"

He scrambled away from the cave entrance, collapsing to the ground as he shouted, "Watch out for grenades—!"

……

Unfortunately, most of the members of the Skinning Gang are uneducated and uncouth.

Growing up in a chaotic and disorderly environment, like raising poisonous insects, only the most ruthless survive each battle. If you asked them to shoot an innocent passerby, they probably wouldn't hesitate for even half a second. Otherwise, who could accept living like wild beasts in a place far removed from civilization?

The weapons that represent the wisdom of modern humans seem to be separated from these savages who take pleasure in killing and plundering by a century.

"boom----!!!"

The grenade exploded, sending shards of rock flying. Several people were thrown out like vegetables in a pot, their bodies blown to pieces, leaving them mangled and unrecognizable.

"what……"

Rams shook his head. Even though he had dodged it, the grenade had exploded very close to him, so the ringing in his ears and dizziness were inevitable. He struggled to his feet, everything in front of him was blurry and swaying, but the two people were nowhere to be seen.

"Boss, how...how do they have grenades? You can't buy these in regular weapons shops."

"Could it be that these people also have connections in the military? Maybe... we should just forget about it?"

"..."

Rams couldn't immediately judge who was right and who was wrong; he only knew one thing.

“I never give up on my prey halfway. How’s the dog?” He turned toward the cave and asked. “Bring it out.”

"The explosion was so close that one of them got scared, and the others kept screaming."

“Alright… the plan has changed. Let’s starve them first.” Rams’s gaze swept back and forth in the jungle and soon spotted the signs of escape—time was too short, and even the chief couldn’t erase the footprints.

"Poloch, are your ears alright?"

“It’s alright for now. I hid the moment you shouted.” Pologi frowned and looked at the dense forest. “Are you sure you want to chase them? It’s raining heavily, which will dissipate their scent. I don’t think those Indians are friendly; they might have set traps along the way.”

"If it were on the plains, the Native Americans would indeed be the best hunters. I've seen them hunt bison. Those are truly huge creatures, almost the size of a rhinoceros, but they don't use guns, yet they still have a set of methods for hunting them, which are very smooth and efficient."

“But… the situation is different now. This is the jungle, my hunting ground.”

Several well-built hunting dogs were led out, barking incessantly. Even though the heavy rain had washed away most of the scent, it had only been two or three minutes, and some traces remained. These well-trained dogs sniffed the area briefly before barking wildly in a certain direction deep into the forest.

Rams grinned with extreme excitement and licked his lips.

"Now it is..."

"Hunting time!"

Chapter 296: The Oriole in the Crow's Nest

"boom----!!"

Grenades exploded in the distance, as if in response to the chief, and sporadic gunfire rang out from there.

In the dense forest, accuracy is affected by many factors, not to mention the heavy rain. Most bullets hit tree trunks, crackling and scattering wood chips, as if reminding the chief that the hunt was still going on.

"Hell..."

The chief gritted his teeth, realizing that he was slowly sinking into the other side's quagmire.

No matter how much hunting experience he had, he couldn't conjure up four legs and eight arms, let alone have the energy to set up traps while fleeing. In the end, he was only two minutes ahead of Ramsay Bolton and his gang at the start.

To make matters worse, this was the first time in his life he had ever been to this mountain and this forest, while Ramsay Bolton and his crew had set up camp in the raccoon den and knew the surrounding geography by heart.

Driven by his hunter's instincts, he could only manage to escape while occasionally launching a counterattack. Realizing this, Rams changed his strategy, abandoning direct confrontation with the chief and instead employing a multi-pronged encirclement tactic.

Taking advantage of the gang's familiarity with the local environment, they quickly deployed their formation, creating a large net that slowly eroded the escape route of the two men.

Just like when Native American tribes hunted bison herds, they would surround the target bison without attacking, driving it away from the herd until it was exhausted, and then kill it with a single blow.

"Can't we just blow them up with grenades like we did before?" Alana knew something was wrong and was extremely anxious. She started fumbling in her bag. "I still have three here..."

"Shh..." The chief put his index finger to his lips, making a shushing gesture, crouched down, and cautiously looked back. "It's not a problem with the grenades. Although these weapons are highly destructive, their power is reduced in open outdoor areas."

"That throw just now happened to roll into the cave, which maximized the power of the explosion."

Although the chief knew nothing about civilized weapons, he still accurately judged the advantages and disadvantages of grenades. In a confined space, it was undoubtedly a deadly weapon. But such an opportunity could only be seized once. After witnessing the power of grenades, the enemy wouldn't be foolish enough to put themselves at point-blank range again.

and……

"It's like they can see us right away, maintaining the perfect distance. We can hear dogs barking all over the place, but we can't see a single shadow..."

The chief remembered the savage who had just shouted "Watch out!" Of all those people, only he had anticipated his throwing knife.

"It's him."

"Woof! Woof woof woof woof—!!"

The vicious barking was already very close. Knowing the hounds' noses well, the chief could pinpoint his hiding place at this distance. The moment the leash was loosened, these guys would pounce like madmen.

The chief had no doubt that Rams would use living people to train his prized hunting dogs. He himself could still manage, but with Alana's weight... once she was tackled, she would have almost no chance of fighting back; her throat would be bitten through!

Can't drag it any longer!

The chief reached into his satchel and found the last grenade. Without the necessary materials and parts, Theon couldn't reliably produce grenades. They were currently using the stock they'd brought from Ashwood Town, with each person carrying three. Alana had thrown one in the raccoon den, and Theon himself had thrown two in the woods; now, they had half their stock remaining.

Instead of taking out a grenade, he pulled out another small package wrapped in leaves and cut the thin wire on it.

Throw it suddenly in the direction closest to the dog's barking!

Alana recognized it; the chief had taught her how to make it when they were hunting bears—it was carnivore bait. Even grizzly bears couldn't resist the temptation and took the bait willingly; catching a few hunting dogs would be a piece of cake.

"Woof woof woof woof woof—!!"

The hound's nose was very sensitive; it immediately smelled this rare delicacy and became agitated.

Before hunting, Rams adhered to the basic principle of hunting: never let the animals be full. Whether it's a falcon or a hound, an empty stomach is necessary to unleash their ferocity. If they're well-fed, they won't be happy to fly or run. But he never imagined that this "prey" would be carrying such a thing, instantly causing the well-trained hounds to lose their rationality.

These large dogs are difficult for a person to hold onto when they exert force, so angry shouts and reprimands could be heard, along with a human figure that became increasingly clear in the woods.

opportunity!

"Whoosh!"

The chieftain instantly drew his bow, and the arrow flew through the air like a meteor, piercing his shoulder.

With the chief's accuracy, he could have easily killed the man with a single arrow, but he wouldn't; he wanted to make the guy scream in agony.

"Ah—!! I've been hit by an arrow, I've been hit..."

"Whoosh!"

Halfway through his shout, an arrow shot from behind him and pierced his forehead!

"Ah..." The chief was stunned for a moment, then realized that Rams had fired the arrow himself to prevent the group from causing a disturbance. This made him shut his mouth completely, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Are you even human?!"

If he treats his own people this way, don't expect him to treat others any better. The chief lowered his center of gravity, shifted his weight again, and pulled the pin on the grenade. Then, he pulled from his belt his second most proficient weapon after the throwing knife—the sling. This was a kinetic weapon that had existed since ancient times; the sling could roughly double the throwing distance. Compared to a stone, a grenade was obviously lighter and could be thrown much farther!

The chief used his strength to swing the slingshot, making it sway in the air once, while carefully observing his surroundings.

Compared to firearms, the greatest advantage of arrows is their silence; there's no gunfire, and they don't reveal one's position. Rams, as a seasoned hunter, understood this well. Once their position is exposed, the hunter and prey's roles could be reversed in an instant.

But it doesn't matter.

His ability to remain composed doesn't mean his subordinates possess the same high level of competence. Meanwhile, in other directions, restless underlings are already peeking out from the edge of the field of vision. They've heard screams that abruptly cease, and unsure of the situation, they're rushing towards this location.

The moment he saw them, the chief swung the slingshot, sending the grenade flying almost skimming the ground. It spun among the trees, landing at their feet a hundred meters apart. The deafening sound of the rain drowned out everything; this time, even the enemy's superhuman hearing couldn't pick up any information.

"boom----!!"

Detonate.

Mud and rainwater splashed together.

After the explosion broke out in the crowd, some panicked survivors turned and fled. In this situation, the scouts sent out would instinctively run towards their main force. Judging from the direction they fled, the chief immediately confirmed Rams's location and couldn't help but smile.