The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Victor said, "Are you going to practice on your own, or do you want me to guide you?"

Dore thought for a moment and said, "I'll practice on my own. I have a related inheritance."

Victor said leisurely, "Having an inheritance is one thing, being able to hit the target is another. Are you sure?"

Dore braced himself and said, "I'm sure. If it doesn't work, I can always come back and find you."

Victor smiled and said, "Then do as you please. Use the arrows as you like." After saying that, he went to the side to supervise the others.

With Dore's level of effort, he didn't need Victor to manage him at all.

Seeing Victor walk away, Dore took a deep breath and took down the bow from his back.

His bow was different from the wooden bows used by the other villagers. It was a complete iron-core bow. The bow body was made of spring steel, and it was a full one and a half meters tall, very high. Although the bowstring was also made of some kind of animal sinew, it was high-quality. The pulling force of ordinary wooden bows is about twenty to thirty kilograms, and they drive wooden arrows at extremely high speeds. His bow, on the other hand, has a pulling force of more than one hundred kilograms, which is generally visible. The arrows shot out are faster and have stronger penetration.

Seeing him take out this bow, the surrounding people became envious.

Dore didn't care about their gazes, but practiced seriously on his own.

He took an arrow from the quiver next to him, then carefully recalled the essence of archery, nocked the arrow, and shot.

The target was only thirty meters away from them. Although Dore's arrow was crooked, it still hit the target. This made the surrounding people look at him in a new light. Was this still the doctor? Moreover, when Dore shot, the arrow tore through the atmosphere, making a strong sound of tearing through the air, which made the surrounding people extremely envious.

Especially the middle-aged men who taught the young people archery, the corners of their mouths were almost drooling.

Dore looked at the target, his mouth twitching. He hit it, but it was a hundred thousand miles away from the center. Damn it, it was the center point!

However, he carefully recalled his movements just now, determined the direction of adjustment, and began to shoot the second arrow. After his mental strength became stronger, the most obvious thing was his perception and control, extreme control over his body. He could easily remember all his actions.

The second arrow.

Swish, it still hit the target, but it was still a bit away from the center, about a palm's width.

The surrounding people immediately didn't dare to underestimate this doctor.

Dore shot arrow after arrow, each time getting a little closer to the center of the target, and each time the arrow was shot a little faster. Soon, he could basically hit the center of the target, which stunned the surrounding archers.

Dore's arm strength was very amazing. That was an iron-core bow, with a weight of more than one hundred kilograms. He shot all the arrows in the quiver in one breath, and still didn't blush or pant.

This was a monster.

In the distance, Victor was a little shocked. Dore's strength was still above his expectations. Wasn't this guy a wizard? How could he have so much strength?

After Dore hit the center, he went over to pull out all the arrows from the target, put them back in the quiver, and retreated twenty steps.

This distance was already the distance practiced by those slightly older archers, and the accurate range of most wooden bows was about fifty meters.

Seeing Dore retreat, those people unconsciously shifted their gazes over to see how much strength this guy really had.

Dore had already adapted to the arrow speed of the iron-core bow. How long the arrow flew in the air, how much it fell, he knew it all by heart. Calculation was a required course for a wizard, so after he slightly adjusted his aim, he shot another arrow.

This time, it still hit the target, only a little bit away from the bullseye.

Seeing this, the surrounding people were immediately shocked.

Dore himself was not satisfied. He had clearly calculated it very clearly. He calmed down and thought carefully, then felt the surrounding airflow.

The wind also had a great effect on the arrow. Flying in the air for a few tenths of a second more, the wind force would act for a few tenths of a second, and deflection seemed normal.

He readjusted his aim, felt the speed of the airflow, and shot another arrow.

Ah, it's crooked again.

Dore was not discouraged and continued to shoot.

He used the traditional archery method, the standing small stance, which was suitable for close range, fast drawing, and high rate of fire. His iron-core bow was actually more suitable for the long-range large stance flat shooting method. After all, his strength was great, and he could shoot faster and farther.

But in the jungle, this method was not suitable. Although the large bow also had advantages, as long as the eyes were good enough and could find prey far enough away, the large bow could fully play its role. This point, refer to the elven archers of the elves to understand. But for ordinary people, small bows, a distance of thirty to fifty meters, quickly shooting arrows in the jungle is actually more suitable.

Dore was using a divine weapon as a small sword, no wonder the surrounding people had opinions, but after practicing for a while, they had no opinions. This guy, supposedly a doctor, was stronger than them, which was simply embarrassing.

Dore practiced for a whole morning, and the distance was also changed to seventy meters, which almost reached the maximum distance for adult archers in Sanhekou Town.

The achievements of one morning were more fierce than they had practiced for several years, and everyone had a new understanding of Dore's ferocity.

This guy was not a doctor, but a professional master.

Of course, archery was not the goal. The ultimate goal of Dore was to stimulate the body's qi and blood through archery.

The newest novel is at 69shu.com!

The qi and blood flowed slowly, flowing throughout the body, stimulating bones, muscles, entering the five internal organs, strengthening, Dore could perceive every little detail.

"Doctor Lin Rui, you are not just shooting arrows, you are creating art!" The villager who taught archery was the captain of the village guard, Robert, known as Hawkeye. In just one morning, Dore had basically caught up with him, which had to make him exclaim in amazement.

It was almost time to eat when he saw Dore stop, so he came up and said a few words.

Hearing the voice, Dore turned around and smiled, "I am already a high-level apprentice, and I have a strong bow, so it's nothing to be stronger than ordinary people."

Hearing this, Robert was a little surprised. Doctor Lin Rui was actually a high-level strength, which was too surprising.

Just then, Victor walked over from a distance, and before he even got close, he shouted, "Doctor Lin Rui, come to my house for dinner today?"

Dore wasn't pretentious either, and shouted back, "Okay, I'll be right over."

Saying goodbye to Robert, Dore put away his bow and took the quiver to the target, preparing to clean up. Several children immediately snatched it over, smiling and taking everything from his hands.

Seeing this, Dore smiled.

Actually, it felt pretty good in Sanhekou Town. This was a mountain village town, without the concept of territory, without manors, without nobles, and it was very happy to live with everyone.

Soon, the two of them came to Victor's house with Connie. At this time, the meal was already prepared, waiting for them to come to the table.

After a while, after eating their fill, Victor said in a serious tone, "We are going into the mountains to hunt in the next few days, are you going?"

Dore thought for a moment and said, "Sure, I'll go. I just want to see how you hunt."

Victor nodded, "Then I'll add you in. Your bow is good, with a long range and fast speed. You should be able to hunt a lot of prey."

Hearing this, Dore was a little speechless, "Fixed targets and moving targets are different. Whether you can hit them is another matter."

Victor raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I'll have Robert teach you more then. You're so smart, you'll learn quickly."