Iron Powder and Spellcaster

[wilderness]

On the west bank of the Bighorn River, on an unnamed hillside in the no-man's land of the former border, the little hunter Bell waited patiently for his target.

A shotgun with a spring wheel bolt, a rifled shotgun that has been tightened, the ammunition has been compacted, and is ready to fire, lies quietly on Bell's lap.

The barrel of this shotgun is made by the best boring craftsmen and grinders in Steel Castle. The barrel is as straight as light, and the inner bore is as smooth as water. It is also slender than the ordinary rifled gun barrel, and its price also increases with the price. The index increased with the increase in aspect ratio, and finally reached a number that made a certain imperial figure who ordered it feel that there was no need to pay the balance after hearing about it.

Because of this, the barrel of the gun flowed into the hands of "Baron Granach" several times, and finally ended up in the lap of the little hunter.

The more precious parts of this shotgun than the barrel are the butt and handguard. Its butt and handguard are taken from the underground part of a big tree that grows on a plateau even further than the land of the Saracens. The air there is cold and thin, and the land is rocky and hard, making it difficult for trees to grow, but it is also The trees there have a magnificent texture that cannot be matched by trees growing in a tolerant environment.

This shotgun does not require any impractical inlays or engravings. It is just polished and oiled to reveal the miraculous craftsmanship of nature. It is better than all acquired things - "Baron" does not have such good taste, this is "Baroness" handwriting.

The palm that combines these two materials belongs to an exile who has found a home in a foreign land. He may not be the most skilled craftsman, but he values ​​his work more than any of his peers.

The best steel, the best wood, and the most sincere hands have produced the best shotgun in the Heard Wasteland—perhaps even the best shotgun in the Two Mountains and Narrows.

However, the best hunting rifle is useless if the hunter cannot find the target.

Beside Bell, the two brothers Dabai and Xiaobai were also sitting on the hillside, waiting for their target to appear.

But compared to the beast spirit whisperer and his brother who were always patient, Xiao Bai was already a little impatient from waiting.

The moon has set, and the sky is about to break. The "Big Dome House" gradually turns iron-gray, with a faint red light glowing around the edges, like a piece of ashes.

After a while, the sun will come out, and the beasts will hide in their lairs, and they will return in vain tonight.

However, even though he was extremely upset, Xiaobai didn't make a sound. He just held his shotgun tightly and opened his eyes even harder to search for the target.

At this moment, Bell glanced at the sky, moved his shoulders, then put his hands into a horn shape and pressed against his upper lip.

He raised his head and took a deep breath. Two consecutive wolf howls spread down the hillside from where he was and into the wilderness and forest below.

Two wolf howls, one short and one long. Shortly forward, the voice is sharp and clear, like a greeting at the beginning of a letter, or like a whip before running into a car.

There is a long, heavy and turbid sound at the back, accompanied by continuous ups and downs, and a reluctant ending.

The two howls echoed each other and blended with each other. To Dabai and Xiaobai, there was actually only one howl.

This was not the first time that the two brothers had seen the "Beast Spirit Whisperer" perform its skills, but to this day they could not learn it or distinguish it clearly - when they closed their eyes, it was not a human being making a sound just now, but a wolf howling.

Bell ended his howl with a "whimper", then closed his eyes, held his breath, and listened.

The wind blew through the forests and grasslands, crushing the chirping of birds and insects, making the earth extremely quiet.

Silence, silence is the dawn of the wilderness.

"Ouch..."

Without warning, a wolf howled in the woods below the hillside, responding to Bell's call.

"Ouch..."

"Ouch..."

"Ouch..."

A series of wolf howls followed, one after another, one after another.

Dabai and Xiaobai couldn't help but get excited - because the howling came from the front, very close, which meant that they had not waited in vain tonight.

The two brothers immediately cheered up and observed the boundary between the forest and the grassland more carefully.

Hearing the wolves' response, Bell put his hands together and let out a throaty howl.

To Dabai and Xiaobai, although this howl was "difficult to distinguish between a human and a wolf" like the previous one, there were some subtle changes, but they couldn't tell what the changes were.

As if having a conversation, another wolf howl came from the forest at the foot of the hillside, as if in response to Bell's call.

Xiaobai's heart was lifted.

Because this time, the wolf howl coming from the forest was much shorter and quieter than the last time.

He couldn't help but worry whether the target was trying to escape.

However, the next moment, a ghostly shadow seeped out from the shadows of the forest.

When the shadow crosses the invisible but clear dividing line between woodland and grassland, its originally blurry outline becomes clear and solidifies into the image of a huge gray wolf.

The giant wolf ran towards the hillside slowly and slowly.

After a while, another gray wolf appeared at the edge of the forest, running quickly to keep up with the giant wolf, followed closely by the third and fourth. Compared with the first two large wolves, the third and fourth wolves are slightly thinner and should be sub-adult individuals.

Seeing this scene, Xiaobai was so excited that Dabai also exhaled softly and looked at the beast spirit speaker with a little more respect.

Calling beasts out of the forest - this is the magical power of the beast spirit whisperer, and it is also the reason why the Hed people will seek the help of the beast spirit whisperer immediately whenever an evil beast harms them.

The wolf pack at the foot of the hillside is the evil beast that Bell wants to get rid of.

Although it was midsummer when food was most plentiful, rabbits and mice were everywhere in the wilderness, but these gray wolves still gathered together and acted collectively.

They lurk day and night, and their movements are secretive. They slaughter the cattle and sheep of the Wenduoer tribe, leaving nothing but lambs with only one skin left, calves with their stomachs eviscerated, and the carcasses of shepherd dogs. The herders stayed.

What makes the Wendor people even more angry is that this wolf pack has no respect for the sacred beasts of the Wendor tribe. Even if they are sacrificed to the sacred beasts, they will kill them without fail.

They harassed the Wendor people so much and so frequently that Bell, who had already accepted the identity of the Beast Spirit Whisperer, was determined to kill them.

For half a month, Bell, Dabai and Xiaobai continued to search for this group of wolves around the camp.

They followed the footprints on the river beach, checked the feces in the bushes, and almost dug out every rock crevice and cave near the camp before finally determining the wolves' dens and daily activity routes.

However, whether you can find the enemy is one problem, and whether you can kill the enemy is another problem.

So for three days in a row, Bell took Dabai and Xiaobai to this hillside every night to "dialogue" with the wolves in the distance.

Now, the wolves have been called out.

It's time to hunt.

"[Hudian] bracket." Bell said concisely.

[In order to avoid shaking the morale of the army, I will release half of the chapter first]

[It is true that hunters use wolf howls to call out wild wolves and then shoot them]

[Even in a documentary about Outer Mongolian herdsmen, an old Outer Mongolian herdsman told this story: During World War II, when fighting the Japanese, the Japanese poisoned the water and rivers. The soldiers were trapped on the battlefield with no water to drink. The old man's father had no choice but to summon wild wolves, and he and several comrades drank wolf blood until they were rescued]

[It is impossible to know whether this story is true or not. It may just be a story told by a father to his son by the fire]

[But the Japanese devils are indeed accustomed to using bacterial weapons. Referring to the identity of the old man’s father, the battle the old man’s father mentioned should be the Battle of Nomenkan]