I have a shelter

The stag's sensitive ears had heard the bow sound, but it was too late.

When it reacted, the arrow had already pierced its shoulder and was halfway in!

However, although it was hit by the arrow, it did not fall down immediately. Instead, it lifted its hooves and rushed into the fog.

"I am a damned sharpshooter! Chase it!" George shook his arms and roared.

He knew it couldn't run far. Although the arrow didn't hit the vital point, the three-edged head was extremely ferocious, and the arrow feathers shot very deep!

In addition, there was a vicious hallucinogen on the arrow, so the deer couldn't run far at all.

These days, George was hunting, and as long as he could hit the target, the success rate could reach 100%. Some doe would lie on the road before running a hundred meters.

However, this stag was very strong, and I was afraid that he would have to chase it for several miles.

The wolves were like chicken blood, chasing after them quickly, but George returned to the vineyard and took the hay cart.

On the way to follow the wolf's footprints again, George observed Jack's movements, and then shook his head helplessly.

Some time ago, he saw the red dot near Jack - that should be the closest time for the two. And judging from Jack's current trajectory, Jack seems to have been following the giant.

But the situation seems to be much more complicated than he originally expected.

Putting down the scroll, George quickened his horse's pace.

The wolves had already stopped, and when George approached, he heard a wolf howl. He was very familiar with the sound of that call, and it seemed that these wolves also called like this when they encountered wild boars some time ago.

But this time, the sounds were more urgent.

George raised his eyebrows, slowed down his horse's pace, and gradually approached there.

It seems that something happened to the stag's body during the half hour he was dawdling.

Gradually, the sounds became clearer and more chaotic. And became fiercer. And he also saw the big guy that the wolves were surrounding.

It turned out to be a brown bear! After being surrounded by the wolves, it gnawed the deer on the ground without caring. Occasionally, when a wolf came up to tease it, it would chase it a few steps, force the wolves back, and then eat leisurely again.

The body of this bear is a little bigger than the stag, and three times bigger than George's skinny horse! It probably weighs more than 800 kilograms. If it stands up, it is enough to bite off the rider's head directly!

Looking at the behemoth in the mist, George's heart suddenly jumped.

'Holy light, ah, ah, ah, God of Shelter! I have never seen such a big thing! How could it be so unlucky? Was it attracted by the smell of blood? '

This thing can't be killed by hammering. He still remembers the consequences of his hammering the wild boar two days ago!

But poison arrows are just right for these large creatures.

Since he started hunting, George knew how powerful the paralysis +3 poison was. Basically, if a person's physique is less than this number, one arrow can knock him down in a few minutes! And if a person's physique is greater than this number, a few more arrows will be enough!

He quietly tied the rope of the hay cart and opened his bow again. But this time the arrow was dark green.

This kind of arrow, after being stained with paralysis, was also touched with the juice of a beetle. It contains deadly neurotoxins. However, in the archives, it is mentioned that some wild people in the north use this poison to hunt large creatures, including four-tusked mammoths.

It is applied to arrows, and the damage of the poison reaches 7, and the damage of the crossbow is 12. It was originally intended to be used against giants, so it has never been used in hunting before. But since meeting the wild boar, George has specially brought three of them in case he encounters mountain tigers or bears.

It seems that the poison effect will be reduced in two days, but it can be used today.

He saw the gap between the bear and the wolf, drew his bow, shot an arrow, and hit the bear's belly, half of it was sunk!

But the bear had thick skin and flesh, and although the arrow made it roar in pain, it seemed to have no effect, but became even more furious.

The runaway brown bear failed to immediately find the despicable hunter, and vented its anger on the wolf, slapping a wolf directly to the tree.

The unfortunate wolf made a "grunt" sound and slid to the ground and did not move. However, when the bear focused on the other wolves, the "corpse" shook its body, quietly stood up, and took a bite of its butt.

This scene was so familiar, thinking back to when Alexander was besieged by this group of cunning beasts, he almost fell down.

But obviously, if it were just these wolves, they would obviously suffer heavy losses. And the poison arrow just now did not seem to be enough to achieve an immediate effect.

George circled around and shot another arrow, which hit the bear's hind leg.

The bear seemed to have been paying attention to the depths of the fog. When the arrow came over, it finally guessed the hunter's direction. It ran towards this side accurately. The aggressive look made George's calves twitch slightly.

But he did not immediately gallop away. Instead, he gritted his teeth, aimed at the bear's eyes, and shot the last arrow on the bowstring!

The arrow whizzed away and landed accurately on the bear's shoulder.

Although the shot was crooked, it penetrated half a foot deep, causing the bear to almost fall down halfway in pain.

At this time, George waved his riding whip without looking back, and flew away with a puff of smoke.

The brown bear was completely enraged. It seemed like it was going crazy. It wanted to kill the hunter, and it didn't even care about the wolves chasing after it!

The thin horse also felt the fatal threat and ran quickly in the forest. However, the bear seemed to be no faster than the horse! They are about to catch up.

'damn it! Could it be that the arrow I shot was a fake arrow? ’

He really underestimated the brown bear. Not to mention that he only had a bow or a gun in his hand. If these bullets were fired, if he missed the vital point, he might not be able to bring down the bear.

Seeing that the heavy breath was almost reaching the back of the horse's butt, George's holy mark was injected into the hammer, he swung the flying hammer, turned around and gave a fierce 'let go hammer'!

"Look at my Mjolnir!"

There was a muffled sound, as if the hammer from heaven had hit a heavy wooden bell, and then it became quiet.

Before George turned around with a happy face, he heard an astonishing roar not far behind the horse's butt!

The birds in the forest were so frightened that they flew away in the heavy fog, and the two wolves were thrown into the air in the bear's anger.

Immediately afterwards, George heard the sound of heavy and rapid running from behind the horse!

He looked back and found the giant beast covered in blood staring at him with red eyes. And the speed of the attack was even faster than before!

Such a scene frightened George so much that he complained endlessly on the horse. He hated that the horse was too thin and could not run fast enough, and he also hated that the horse could not climb trees!

But this thin horse was much more spiritual. Although it was sweating profusely and knew that it was in an extremely dangerous situation, it did not panic at all. Instead, it evenly circled the tree with its breath.

Although it is not fast, it is very stable in this complicated mountain forest. It has crossed the roots of trees several times, but it has not stumbled once. It even encountered the branches that could knock the owner off several times, but it was derailed. Passed by!

But it's still too thin.

In the short time that the thin horse bought, George had already untied the scroll. In his hurry, he inadvertently poured all his prayers into 'punishment in the holy name'. Then, with enlightenment, he turned around, facing the brown bear with a big mouth that was about to pounce, and recited the boss's reputation loudly!

([Mantra Chant lv2 (Part 2) 'Chastise in the Holy Name' (476/1000): In the name of the God of Sanctuary, defend the weak and punish the enemy! (Power: Instantly releases 8* mana damage. The current level is lv2, inject up to 2 mana points)])

This finally worked. The brown bear that had just stood up on its feet staggered and fell to the ground after receiving this sudden blow. After its huge body hit a tree, it took a long time to get up among the fallen needles. Then he seemed to lose all his strength and couldn't run anymore.

And the wolves that came around began to attack and tease it constantly, constantly consuming its physical strength.

The resistance and patience of these wolves are amazing. As long as they are not pinned to the ground by a bear, they will not be killed. Moreover, they are very cunning and dexterous, and only attack the bear's rear body. As long as the brown bear is not careful, the wolves will dig into its vital parts again!

This made the giant bear hateful and angry!

Those with paralysis are starting to show their effects. At this time, the giant bear began to weaken at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was no longer so fierce and agile in its attacks. After a few moves, it squatted on the ground, panting and protecting its buttocks, shrinking its ears and spinning in circles. He kept roaring at the wolves.

But this was a bluff, it was the end of its might.

George, who had already flown far away, noticed what was happening behind him. He directly reined in the horse's hooves, made a small circle and hurried over. But the thin horse, which was so tired that it kept neighing, did not put up any resistance to the owner's dangerous turnaround - instead, it was a little excited!

"I'll kill you while you're sick!" George drew his bow and shot. After a few arrows, he finally hit the vital point. And the bear finally lay on the ground, motionless.

George felt happy and rode his horse to go over. But he, who had always been suspicious, stopped hesitantly halfway, whistled, and called the wolves to his side.

Sure enough, after observing for a while, the bear stood up again

It crookedly got into the fog.

"Follow me! Damn it, you're playing this trick with me!" George cursed, then rode his horse and followed the wolves.

Not too far away, I saw a motionless bear lying by the river.

George observed for a while not far away and found that the wolf had been biting it for a long time and almost took out its intestines, but the bear did not move. This time he finally felt relieved.

"Don't eat it, idiot! This meat has not been cooked yet, it will be poisonous!" He drove away a few wolves with a riding crop, and dropped three pheasants for them to chase each other. Now there were no more wolves trying to grab the bear's intestines.

‘Although it is reasonable that once this poison spreads throughout the body, it will not be so fatal. But this poison is quite strong, so if the raw meat is not cooked, eating too much may still cause problems. ’After observing the two wolves chewing their intestines and finding that there was no big problem, George felt relieved.

“Damn it, how can we move this? I didn’t bring any servants of the Kingdom of Heaven, and there are deer on the other side!”