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Chapter 8: Chapter 8: The Shock of the “Giant Tusk Wild Boar” and William (Request for Chase Reading)

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A flash of silver suddenly appeared, and an arrow shot through the air and into a cluster of grass.

There was a rabbit feeding in the grass, its pale grey fur contrasting with the surroundings.

The next moment, the grey rabbit seemed to perceive something, its fur bristling!

Its grey pupils were spinning chaotically, as if it wanted to jump up and run.

But the arrow in the air was faster than it could react.

The sound of it tearing through the airflow echoed, a splash of blood soared, the grey rabbit nailed firmly to the ground.

Milton Cheney lowered his longbow and walked towards the rabbit.

He reached out and pulled the arrow out of the rabbit, fresh blood pouring out and dripping onto the ground.

When the bleeding had nearly stopped, Milton picked up the grey rabbit by its ears, then used his longsword to dig up some dirt to bury the fresh blood.

“Grey furry rabbit, not of much value.”

Milton lifted the rabbit and inspected it, then put it back where he had found it.

The game from the hunt could be carried away or left in situ for specialists to recover.

After fifteen days, the value of all the game would be calculated, and a generous reward given to the person with the highest valued game.

The reward was secondary, the person ranked first would earn considerable prestige in the hearts of the other young nobles.

Walking past the grey furry rabbit, Milton Cheney headed deeper into Sun Mountain.

This hunt was a good experience for him.

Although it could not truly test his strength as a Peak Quasi-Knight.

It could, however, offer a simple test of his knightly skills.

Just like the arrow he had just shot, seen clearly by William, who was following Milton from afar.

He had just taught Milton the basics of archery.

But seeing Milton’s shot, it was clearly a skilled level of archery!

Although surprised, William didn’t give it too much thought, attributing Milton’s skill to his highly talented archery talent.

……

Milton traversed the primal forest, heading deeper into Sun Mountain.

Compared to the outskirts, there were more wild beasts in the depths of Sun Mountain.

already taken place, plenty of beasts

with William as his bodyguard, Milton could

William, as a Peak Quasi-Knight, few beasts could

Mountain also has a

certain day of the year, three suns would appear simultaneously at the top of Sun Mountain, dazzling and magnificent, hence why the Marquis

used to be a desolate place, but after it was designated as the territory of the

More Castle standing atop the summit is famous throughout the entire Frostwinter

Dawnstar would come here for a few days a

castle where the Marquis usually resides, this place is

heard a rustling noise coming

of Sun Mountain, he had been on high alert, watching vigilantly for any movement around

moment he heard the noise from

moved his feet, hiding his

incredibly thick trunk of the tree perfectly concealed Milton’s

breath and peered

extremely large wild boar come into

dark brown bristles, its powerful muscles visible beneath the fur, its eyes bare, its bristles could not

tusks jutted out, reaching a length of forty to fifty

pointed ears stood erect on either

“Giant Tusk Wild Boar!”

Milton murmured to himself.

an extraordinarily ferocious beast in the forest,

such ferocious beasts to remain in the cleaned-up Sun Mountain, but he did not worry

Tusk Wild Boar liked to inhabit dense bushy

extremely short temper, with short and sturdy

slightly, its exposed eyes staring intently at the large tree where

got me in

didn’t hesitate. He swiftly reached into the quiver on his back and pulled out an

next instant, Cheney’s body leaned slightly

drawn to its limit by Cheney, curving the bow. His knuckles protruded at the tips of his fingers, turning slightly white from

blink of an eye, and the

the arrowhead, like a lightning bolt, raced towards

the softer

arrow, piercing through the air, was

Tusk Wild Boar in front of him

step in at any time not far from

arrow penetrated straight through the Giant Tusk Wild Boar, burying itself into its

had sliced through its body

gushed out like a

its violent struggles and convulsions, fresh blood dyed the mound of

its last sound in

the skilled level archery of a Peak Quasi-Knight, Milton Cheney felled with a single arrow a Giant Tusk Wild Boar, a match for

is it possible? Your

William appeared in front of

this point, he didn’t care about Hunting Day or not, Young Master’s

had taken some secret medicine to

medicine was not something to

secret medicines that don’t complement the

pinched Cheney’s wrist to

possible? Young Master,