i have a shelter.

As we move forward, the vineyards gradually emerge from the mist.The skinny horse seemed to know where the owner was going, and came to a place where the owner often went, and cooperated with the owner to place the hay cart in the place where George often placed.

After finishing this, George patted the skinny horse's buttocks, looked at its smart eyes, and found that he would find it more and more pleasing to the eye, if it wasn't for its dirty fur that was too eye-catching

Sometimes he felt that this little mare was a bit like Lorna.

The horse's legs were originally lame, but this defect was not born.After Aggie had herbal compresses for a while, George continued to treat him with divine hymns for a few days.So far, it has been completely fine.

After that, the skinny horse did bring many surprises to George.

It can be said that there are so many harvests, and its credit should occupy a large part, especially the wild boar hunted a few days ago.When it rushed out of the grape trellis, it was extremely thrilling.And those wolves didn't have much to do with it.

However, in the end, when the wild boar was chasing George, it was caught by the horse and hit a tree. This gave George the opportunity to shoot a few poisoned arrows and finally subdued it.

Since then, George has concluded that this mare is definitely more intelligent than Alexander

Maybe the horse thief Aji, the bragging about it at the beginning, also has some basis

"I'll wash you in two days. I can cure your psoriasis." George scratched the bridge of his nose and said.

The horse snorted as a response.

After riding his horse again, George led the pack of wolves to wander here.But along the way, they didn't even meet a pheasant. It was obvious that George had cleaned up the vineyard very thoroughly in the past few days.

But today seems to be a day destined to pay off.

A wolf found something at the end of a vineyard.

This sound is not meeting the enemy.George opened the scroll to confirm it again, and then rode over.

There were several collapsed grape trellises, but judging from the traces above, they were not knocked down by wild boars, but some kind of taller creature forcibly pushed these grape trellises down.

George dismounted to observe, and found that the ripe grapes had been eaten, and many leaves showed signs of being chewed and bitten.

A wolf came over and smelled a pool of wet marks on the ground, looking a little excited.

It was the stag, George, who slapped his thigh and got on his horse.

The doe in the valley also has horns, and they are not small.But it cannot be compared with the Bucks.And the doe's horns will never be able to support so many grape trellises.Only a frightening stag with big horns and strength can do this easily

In these four days, a total of one buck was caught, and the others were all females, and today, I finally won another big prize

In fact, the number of cannons and crossbows in the castle has reached 8, but some of them are made of barely used specimens in the castle, and the quality of the things made from those female antlers will be lower.It is far from being able to compare with the horns of a stag.

But if this stag is also captured and its tendons and horns replaced, the power of the eight cannonballs should be about the same.

It is useless to have more cannonballs, after all, at least two people are required to operate the cannonballs, and he has only sixteen soldiers in total.Counting himself, there are only 17 people in the territory who can operate that thing.

"Hurry up and find an extra meal for you tonight"

The wolves seemed to understand what he said, and began to search for the smell.It seems that they are already familiar with this kind of work.

The wolf moved quickly through the mist, but it was silent.George rode his horse and followed, relying on the scroll, following in the footsteps of these hunters.

Half an hour later, George suddenly found that all the wolves on the scroll were hiding in the woods and not moving.According to the cooperation these days, he knows.These clever hunters were already lurking around the prey at this time.

So he picked up an antler bow on the horse's back and slowed down the horse's hooves.

As he advanced, the fog in the distance gradually dissipated before his eyes, and a hundred steps away, a stag whose shoulders were higher than a horse's head and whose horns were almost higher than a small tree loomed in the fog.

It was now sideways on George, eating berries in the bushes.Occasionally, it would raise its head from time to time, while chewing vigilantly, while looking around vigilantly with its eyes.

However, the fog is hazy, and in this forest, it can only rely on its own hearing.

No wonder these guys didn't dare to move. It turned out that a big guy looked at its horns that were several times thicker than the doe, and George's eyes could not help but shine.

Let alone a bow, even a crossbow couldn't kill it in one blow.

Unless the arrow is poisoned.

Thinking of this, he slowly pulled out an arrow feather from the quiver, where the arrow was light green.Then he drew his bow intently.

His bow is far beyond those ordinary hunting bows.But it also has more than 140 pounds of pulling power to shoot those ordinary mail armors, which can pass through

With those new arrows, even rivet mail without a leather lining will be able to shoot through

But it takes a lot of effort to pull it up.

Although he has a good physique, it is difficult to play a heavy bow without a certain number of years of professional training.

So when George pulls it off now, his body shakes like noodles.

just want to hit

With a whoosh, the arrow left a trace in the mist, so fast that the eyes couldn't catch it, but it was shot crookedly.

However, just when the arrow's trajectory was destined to pass by the stag, the arrow deflected a few inches by a strange coincidence, and coincidentally hit the stag's shoulder. version, free and fastest update without anti-theft, no anti-theft, error report, seek friends group qq group number 548944127

0065 Fright in the Fog Forest! (third change)

The keen ears of the stag had heard the bow, but it was too late.

When it reacted, the arrow had pierced its shoulder, sinking most of it.

However, although it was hit by an arrow, it did not fall down immediately.Instead, he lifted his hooves and quickly jumped into the mist.

"I'm such a goddamn archer to chase after me!" George shook his arm and roared.

He knew it couldn't run very far, although the arrow didn't hit the vital point, but the triangular head was extremely ferocious, and the arrow feathers shot extremely deep

In addition, there is a vicious hallucinogen on the arrow, so the deer can't run very far.

George has been hunting for the past few days. As long as he can shoot, the success rate can reach 100%. Some does even lie on the road before they can run 100 meters.

However, this stag is very strong, and I am afraid that it may have to chase for several miles.

The pack of wolves chased after them as if they had been injected with chicken blood, but George turned back to the vineyard and brought the hay cart over.

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

A few days ago, he saw the red dot near Jack, which should be the closest distance between the two.Judging from Jack's current trajectory, Jack seems to have been following the giant.

But the situation seems to be far more complicated than I originally expected.

Putting the scroll down, George quickened his horse.

The wolves had stopped long ago, and as George approached, he heard a howl.He was very familiar with the movement of that barking, it seemed that these wolves also barked like this when they encountered wild boars a few days ago.

But this time, those voices were even more urgent.