Chapter 10: Chapter 4: Night Raid? Counterattack! (Part 2) If it were daytime, they would definitely know where Duncan was hiding, but now it’s the pitch-black night, the very time of their chosen stealthy night attack.
Duncan stood up unhurriedly and moved slowly while shooting, arrow after arrow, not aiming for a kill, just to hit.
In the darkness.
The fleeing Barbarian soldiers only heard the sound of arrows breaking the air, and then people around them were continuously hit and fell to the ground. Soon, they were completely routed.
"A marksman!"
"It’s that marksman! He found us!..."
"He can see us!..."
Even the best Forest Hunter in the northern Alps Mountain couldn’t achieve a nearly hundred shots hundred hits in such a dark environment, terrifying those Barbarian deserters instantly.
But Duncan found them noisy.
Anyone who’s played a mounted combat game knows that when the enemy clusters in one place, you don’t need to aim carefully at all, just shoot crazily into the crowd. In such a situation, shooting speed is all that matters, nothing else is important, roughly aiming at the area, one person can shoot dozens of enemies to death.
These Barbarian deserters were completely dazed by the shots!
By the time someone leapt into the river, others finally reacted, and one after another jumped into the small river canal, while others tried to turn around and flee back to the forest. After all, trees provide cover, and arrows can easily be blocked by the foliage.
Duncan slightly accelerated.
He found that with his current archery skills, he might need to stand still and aim at the crosshair to stabilize, and once he moved, it started wobbling, significantly decreasing accuracy.
"Shooting while stationary, I’ve already mastered it."
"Shooting while moving, it’s evident my archery skills still lack a lot."
"Mounted archery, the crosshair probably wobbles everywhere."
Duncan’s target was only one.
Take down that Barbarian chief marked with a star, that Barbarian Berserker wearing bear’s fur. If he wasn’t taken down, this matter wouldn’t be over.
But he seemed prepared, having found a piece of armor and a bear’s fur helmet for his head.
No worries.
If one arrow doesn’t kill, then shoot a few more.
For many veteran players, without cheating, to solo a squad of thirty to forty men on horseback with just a gun and a bow is considered routine operation.
Let alone Duncan had a god’s-eye view; that Barbarian chief couldn’t escape his field of vision.
One arrow!
Whoosh.
Amidst the sound of breaking air, the Barbarian chief grunted, an arrow to the abdomen, but it wasn’t a big problem because his health bar appeared, only dropping by about one-sixth. His health bar was roughly twice that of Duncan’s, it was the first time seeing someone with such a long health bar.
It was as if a stroke of divine wisdom suddenly struck the Barbarian chief, mysteriously guided in the pitch dark, he found Duncan’s position.
A vague silhouette.
Their distance was about a hundred meters. From his current position, it was only fifty meters to escape into the forest; once inside, it would be hard to hit him. But to chase Duncan, he needed to sprint a hundred meters. On the country road, it wasn’t easy to sprint smoothly, but as long as he got close to the target, even unarmed, this Barbarian chief was confident he could strangle the marksman to death with his bare hands.
Roar!
Under the god’s-eye view, the marked Barbarian chief’s unit suddenly flashed red.
His running speed suddenly burst forth.
"Adrenaline Burst?"
"Barbarian’s Frenzy State?"
The distance was rapidly closing: eighty meters, seventy meters, sixty meters, fifty meters. He could already lock onto Duncan’s position.
In the space of consciousness.
Duncan decisively activated the ’Adrenaline Burst’ skill, a Special Ability that clearly favored close-range combat, but upon activation, the character under mind control underwent a peculiar transformation. His pupils began to contract, bow-drawing speed increased drastically, and the crosshair aimed directly with stability, barely wobbling at all.
Adrenaline Burst enhances comprehensively, not just strength, agility, and speed, but also body coordination, pupil focus, etc., all improve together.
One arrow, two arrows, three arrows.
The force Duncan used to draw the bow was quite fierce, making people wonder if the bowstring would snap the next second, yet his body coordination perfectly harnessed the war bow’s limits, each arrow unleashing astonishing power!
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The Barbarian chief was like an enraged beast at this moment, stubbornly pushing forward against Duncan’s shots, running at a very fast speed, and while moving, he could still slightly dodge the shots.
Thud.
When he finally charged up to Duncan, the brawny giant, nearly 1.9 meters tall, collapsed to the ground with a thud, blood soaking through the bear skin, with five or six arrows already lodged in his chest.
Duncan took out an arrow, expressionless, and aimed at the enemy’s head.
Snap!
The bowstring snapped; this Northern Land battle bow finally gave way.
Duncan didn’t hesitate for a moment, immediately grabbed the France throwing axe from his waist, and struck the enemy’s skull with a heavy blow.
Headshot!