Pirate World: Restoration

There is only one town on the Hunting God Island, which is composed of some gun enthusiasts.

They may be pirates, mafia, or even bounty hunters.

Here, the conflicting parties will use the guns in their hands to solve the problem.

From the moment you set foot on this island, life and death are no longer guaranteed.

Today, the Hunting God Island is particularly lively, and all the taverns are crowded with people.

The uninterrupted gunshots of the past did not appear, which is the tacit understanding of the people on the Hunting God Island.

Just because today is the annual Hunting God Competition, a competition for gunmen to compete.

"Hunting God Competition? It's really interesting. I've decided that I want to participate."

Dickal said excitedly in a tavern.

Hearing Dickal's words, everyone in the tavern laughed out loud.

"Haha, whose little brat is this? He actually wants to participate in the God Hunting Competition!"

"Tott, don't underestimate anyone. Maybe this kid is this year's Gun Hunting God? Haha..."

A bearded, ruffian man said to the short man who spoke at the beginning.

"You are such an ignorant kid. You should go back and drink milk!"

Tott didn't care and still spoke in a disdainful tone.

"Don't look down on me. Let's see what happens in the God Hunting Competition, you black lentil!"

Decar said something harsh and ignored the laughter of the crowd.

"Hahaha, Black Gun Tot, I think Black Lentil Tot sounds better."

Someone used the nickname given by Decar to make fun of Tot, which made him feel very ashamed.

"Little kid, are you looking for death?"

Tott pulled out the black flintlock hanging from his waist and pointed it at Decar's head.

"The troublemakers are not qualified to participate in the God Hunting Conference!"

Just when the atmosphere quieted down, the tavern owner who was wiping the wine glass with a handkerchief spoke up in a calm tone, but no one dared to look down on him.

The God Hunting Conference was held by twelve bar owners on the God Hunting Island, and no one knew their origins.

Thirty years ago, twelve strange men and women came to the God Hunting Island, and they turned this bow and arrow island into a gun island.

As time passed, twelve taverns appeared on the God Hunting Island, each managed by the twelve people.

The price of wine here is frighteningly high, but no one dared to make trouble here.

A long time ago, the people who came to the island were also some lawless people. They didn't like to buy things with Bailey, they preferred to pay with bullets.

But they looked down on the guys in the tavern and didn't even know how to die.

After a gunshot, a troublemaker died, but no one knew who did it.

The miserable death of the deceased was the best warning. As time passed, no one dared to make trouble in the tavern.

"Kid, you should be glad you're in the bar, otherwise-bang!"

Tot put the gun against his head and imitated a gunshot.

Faced with Tot's provocation, Dekaer gave him a grimace and turned back to continue chatting with Rorschach and the others.

Tot blushed, but he sat down because of the bar owner's intimidation.

"Are any of you going to participate in the God Hunter Contest?"

Dekaer looked at the others and asked.

"I want to participate! I've decided that I must make a name for myself as the God Hunter this time!"

Jalen Green touched the exquisite sniper rifle in his hand, with red light flashing in his eyes.

"I plan to participate too, just in time to experience it."

Hitron's arm changed, and in the blink of an eye he turned into the appearance of the God Hunter.

Looking at this scene, Jalen Green suddenly felt that the God Hunter in his hand was not so precious.

"I want to participate too, but I don't know if I can use a bow and arrow?"

A bow and arrow made of holy light appeared in Kaisha's hand, and she said uncertainly.

"By the way, do you know how the God Hunter Contest is held?"

Cohen asked doubtfully.

"Uh, isn't it just a sniper competition?"

Decar touched his head and said uncertainly.

"You haven't learned about it, so you plan to participate?"

Looking at Decar's expression, Carmen couldn't help but complain.

"You don't think you can just know it when the time comes?"

Decar smiled awkwardly. It was obvious that Carmen guessed right. He really wanted to figure it out when the time came.

"Are you curious about how the God Hunter Contest is held?"

Just then, a man with a black ponytail, a bang hanging from his left side, and a black T-shirt came over.

"Brother, can you tell us about the God Hunter Contest?"

Kesha seized the opportunity and asked.

"Of course, beautiful girl."

Seeing Kesha's request, the man felt his heart melt and naturally agreed.

The man pulled out a chair and sat down,He took a sip of wine and said.

"The history of the God Hunting Competition has been about a hundred years. In the past, the restriction was that bows and arrows must be used. But since thirty years ago, there are no more restrictions on weapons.

You can use bows and arrows, guns, and even slingshots. Anyway, all weapons related to shooting are OK.

The God Hunting Competition will be held at dusk. Participants need to register in advance, otherwise they will be regarded as disrupting the competition, and the result is-"

The man put his hand on his forehead, and the meaning was self-evident.

"What are the rules of the competition?"

De Carle asked curiously.

The man took another sip of wine and continued.

"There is a kind of fish called swimming fish in the nearby sea area. It is a migratory fish that returns to the God Hunting Island at this time every year.

Swimming fish have a habit of craving the sun. Every dusk, they will jump out of the sea and rush towards the setting sun."

At this point, the man suddenly asked De Carle and the others.

"Speaking of this, do you think the content of the competition is to shoot swimming fish?"

"Isn't it?"

De Carle asked puzzledly.

"Impossible, in the God Hunting Contest, the target must be the 'God', not these swimming fish. I just don't know what this so-called 'God' is?"

Cohen shook his head and said.

"Smart, the swimming fish are just bait, and the 'God' that comes to hunt is our target!"

The man praised Cohen and continued.

"There is a special kind of eagle on the God Hunting Island called the Steel Eagle, which has hard feathers and a strong body. Ordinary attacks can't even break their fur.

Therefore, a long time ago, the people of the God Hunting Island worshipped them as gods.

But I don't know when, people discovered their weakness - eyes!

If a god has a weakness, he is no longer a god! The first person who hunted the Steel Eagle was awarded the title of God Hunting, and this is the origin of the God Hunting Contest.

The Steel Eagles are very smart. They discovered the threat of humans to them, so they retreated to the forest.

That is their best shelter. Everyone who steps into the forest will be besieged by multiple Steel Eagles."

At this point, the man stopped again and took a big gulp of wine.