《fall into darkness》Chapter 101: Emergency call
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Half a month passed in a blink of an eye.
During repeated archery training, Du Dian's accuracy increased rapidly, almost every arrow could hit the target before the arm trembled out of control, and seven out of ten arrows could hit the red heart! For ordinary people to achieve such results, at least three or five years of hard training can be achieved, but with Du Di'an's hunter physique, such rapid progress has been completed in just two months.
Of course, this is inseparable from his extreme training day and night.
In addition to the accuracy, almost every arrow of Du Di'an penetrated the target, and the lethality was significantly improved. However, his 'Lianzhu Arrow' did not make any progress. When the young instructor came to test his performance, he was immediately angry. broken.
"You, you learned this level in half a month? The posture of drawing arrows is so ugly, it's too negligent! Don't think that you are a hunter if you master the magic marks. If you go hunting outside the wall, you can only hunt some scavengers. A low-level monster that can kill!" The young instructor angrily announced, "Since you can't even learn 'Lianzhujian' and like to be lazy, starting tomorrow, give me another month of basic arrow training, don't you know! ?"
Du Di'an thought it was a hellish punishment, but he didn't expect to practice elemental arrows. He couldn't help smiling, and his joy showed a little bit from the corner of his mouth. Such a "careless" appearance made the young instructor even more furious.
So, in the next month, the young instructor greatly increased Du Dian's daily archery tasks, which suddenly increased to 2,200! In his opinion, such overload training has completely exceeded Du Dian's physical fitness. If the target is not met on time, there will be no dinner, and the next day's training will be slower without dinner.
In this way, it will fall into a vicious circle, facing overloaded training volume every day, which will make a person overworked and even collapse, which can greatly temper willpower.
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This is also the training purpose of the young instructors. Although it is said to be punishment, the consortium's style is based on interests, and the purpose of punishment is punishment, which is not what the consortium wants, so although it is punishment, it is still mainly to improve Du Dian's ability.
Du Dian's number of archery has long reached the level of 2,800 arrows, and the "high standard" set by the young instructor has long been easily surpassed, and he continues to immerse himself in his archery insights.
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The world outside the wall, Mellon Consortium No. 1 area.
Different from other areas under the Mellon consortium, there are hardly any broken high-rise buildings, buildings, and metal wreckage in the No. 1 area. It is empty, like a vast wilderness, without weeds, and occasionally you can see high-speed breaking and collapsing. The road, already covered with thick moss and dust, shows that this area was once an urban area.
However, there is no complete building around.
There are gravels and bloodstains everywhere, and corpses are rarely seen. The bloodstains turn into reddish water under the scouring of the disaster rain and flow to every corner of the rock crevices. When it dries up, it becomes a natural and beautiful pattern. on earth.
At this moment, five figures appeared like ghostly shadows beside a pile of corpses with broken walls, quietly clinging to the back of the wall, looking at the broken street beside the broken wall, where there were two dents half a foot deep into the ground—about one meter long. Next to the dent was a lump of dark dirt, exuding a strong and pungent odor. If you looked closely, you could see some bone residue and corroded metal in the dirt.
One of the figures quietly stepped forward, picked up the stone, and lightly poked the filth. Seeing it was soft and pulpy, he quietly came back and said in a low voice, "From the perspective of the degree of dryness, you should leave here for no more than two hours."
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"Chase."
One of them is human.
The five set off quickly, catching up silently along the huge dent on the ground.
A quarter of an hour later, one of them suddenly gestured to stop.
The man lowered his voice and said solemnly: "I smell it, it's just three o'clock ahead, it should be about eight kilometers away from us."
"Very well, you prepare, ambushed behind, the four of us go up." One of the team leaders said excitedly.
The man just nodded his head before, his face suddenly changed in vain, and he hurriedly said: "Not good! Hurry up-"
puff!
From the ground under the feet of several people, several claws-like jet-black sharps jumped out in vain, and one of them pierced out of the speaker's vest and pierced through his heart.
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Hunter headquarters, in an old castle by the Neil River.
A piece of information was sent by the black crow from the window and fell onto the table.
When he saw the red mark in the lower left corner of the envelope, West, who was enjoying afternoon tea while the maid was serving, shrank his pupils. With a solemn expression, he quickly opened the envelope.
"The "Black Weaver" appeared in the No. 1 area and hunted down three hunters? When West saw the content of the intelligence, his face couldn't help changing, and he hurriedly checked the incident. "The sixth team was on the way to track the "Mountain Lion" and was attacked and killed by the "Black Weaver". Only the captain and one team member were seriously injured. escape. "
"Finally can't stand it anymore, damn it!" West held the letterhead tightly. The next moment, he quickly took out the letterhead, stuffed it into his letterhead intact, hung it on the black crow's feet, and patted it. He patted the black crow's feather and said, "Go to Glory's place."
The black crow screeched harshly, fluttered its wings, and flew out of the window.
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Hunter training ground.
Du Dian trained, as usual, constantly drawing and shooting arrows, and the accuracy became sharper and sharper, and even wanted to find some moving targets to practice his hands.
At this moment, it was almost noon meal time. Suddenly, the young instructor came to the training ground in a hurry. After finding Du Dian, he immediately handed him a letter and gasped: "This is an emergency sign given to you by the consortium, and there is a situation outside the wall. , There is a temporary shortage of free hunters. The ability you filled in for the "Dread of Dyeing" is a super sense of smell, right? "
Du Dian couldn't help but stop, a little stunned, "But I'm still training."
"This is an emergency sign. As long as you don't perform other tasks outside the wall and you can't get in touch, you must put down all your work and respond to the consortium's call!" The young instructor spoke quickly and said: "Your hunter armor is already Once it is ordered, it will be delivered to you in a while, stop quickly, don’t waste your energy, go and replenish it, and someone will pick you up outside the wall soon.”
"So urgent?" Du Dian also quickly put down his bow, no longer wasting his energy, "Are there any other resting hunters?"
"Other hunters are either recovering from injuries or have important matters at hand, otherwise the headquarters will not send you a newcomer to such a dangerous place." The young instructor urged: "Hurry up."
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