RoleplayNovel Chapter 117: The Most Sincere Touching Moment from the Instructor of Archer Village
Chapter 117: The Most Sincere Touching Moment from the Instructor of Archer Village
Early morning, outside Archer Village.
Archery instructor Helena stood atop a wooden watchtower, her expression revealing undisguised exhaustion.
Her gaze passed over the wooden fence and landed on the wide, man-made trench in the distance.
Several armored boars, each the size of an adult water buffalo, were trapped at the bottom of the pit. Instead of panicking, they were slowly munching on the wooden barricades as snacks to gnaw on.
call……
Herina let out a long sigh.
On this land, these mutated beasts, covered in a high-density metallic keratin layer, are the natural nemesis of all light armor professions.
Although the arrival of roasted whole lamb has improved the situation in Archer Village somewhat, the current situation is still far from optimistic.
The village's most elite guard had run out of arrows two days ago; the iron arrowheads that struck the monsters' backs couldn't even scrape off the outermost layer of skin.
Yesterday afternoon, two young militiamen responsible for luring the monster were sent flying by a wild boar's savage charge because they got too close. They are still lying in a medical tent with a high fever.
If it weren't for the tireless efforts of these self-proclaimed players from the village to dig this three-meter-wide trench overnight, the outermost defensive line of Archer Village would have collapsed long ago.
But trapping does not mean annihilation.
Below, a whole roasted lamb and several players were busy around the trench.
They were throwing some smelly cabbage leaves into the pit in an attempt to calm the raging wild boars.
Herina found this action somewhat absurd and futile.
Herina felt a complex mix of pity for these self-proclaimed players.
She already knew that these people were immortal, and she admired their courage in fighting to the death to protect the farmland.
However, the laws of physics never make exceptions for passion. Faced with an armored behemoth whose defenses are insurmountable, all persistence is destined to be in vain.
The village's food reserves are running low, and the shadow of famine has loomed over the land.
Just as Helina was considering whether to issue the order to evacuate the entire village, a piercing sound of wooden wheels came from the horizon of the wilderness.
A dilapidated, reinforced flatbed cart bumped along the dirt road, pushed by two young men who weren't even fully armored, who were loudly complaining as they walked.
"The road conditions are absolutely terrible. I'll have to get reimbursed by Little Snail for the depreciation of the tires when I get back!"
Da Niu, being rather lazy, patted the handlebars, his tone full of calculation regarding Maple Leaf Coins.
The demon, who was pushing the cart beside him, was panting heavily and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"If that's how you calculate it, then we've both lost out big time on this trip."
The game's physics engine is so realistic that it even calculates friction and other forces when fully loaded.
I feel like I burned more calories pushing this five-kilometer path than I did carrying bricks in a whole day in this ruined city.
Da Niu nodded in deep agreement: "Da E blows glass tubes in the workshop, which is considered a technical investment. We two are just doing manual labor, risking encounters in the wild to deliver goods. Shouldn't we charge him at least 500 credits as a starting price?"
After I inspect the goods, if the whole roasted lamb dares to haggle over the price, I'll just dump this truckload of roasted lamb into their farmland, and we'll all delete our accounts and start over.
The two of them chatted back and forth about the stamina system and logistics costs, completely unaware of the tension they were about to face the armored pigs.
Herina frowned slightly.
She originally thought that the ruined capital would send some second-tier flying heroes or fully armed heavy infantry.
The reinforcements that arrived were not only poorly equipped, but they were also haggling over a small amount of shipping costs.
Is this the composure unique to the strong?
Or perhaps they simply had no idea what kind of monster they were about to face?
The whole roasted lamb by the trench was clearly unaware of the instructor's inner thoughts.
He strode forward and yanked the tattered cloth off the cart.
In the haystack, hundreds of tiny glass tubes filled with green liquid were neatly stacked.
"The chemical module that Big Goose made, the instruction manual is in your badge, hurry up and tie it on to try it out," Big Bull urged.
The roasted whole lamb peeked at the tubes of green liquid and carefully picked up one.
"Is this thing reliable? What if it corrodes and ruins my bow that I finally saved up for before it even penetrates the armor? Prices are skyrocketing these days, and repairs will be very expensive."
"It's made from the core bodily fluids of that sewer boss in the ruined capital, absolutely authentic!"
Da Niu confidently patted his chest, "This technology and ruthless work, as long as you don't let your hands slip during assembly, I guarantee it will hit the mark on the first try."
"Hurry up, I need to get back to turn in my quest and collect my credits."
The archers acted swiftly, securing the glass tubes firmly to the tips of the steel arrow shafts with thin hemp ropes.
Herina saw it clearly from the watchtower: trying to break through indestructible armor with fragile glass? This almost childish tactic made her heart sink.
Common sense told her that the only way to counter absolute hardness was to rely on stronger physical penetration or more advanced skills.
Using glass tubes to hold unknown medicine? That's just desperate measures.
The bowstring was drawn taut, producing a taut, vibrating sound.
More than ten oddly shaped arrows pierced the air and landed precisely at the bottom of the pit, striking the armored boar on the back.
The expected crisp popping sound did not occur.
With a soft cracking sound as glass shattered, a high concentration of Green Water King acid was directly splashed onto the metal cuticle.
Acrid white smoke mixed with the smell of burning rose into the air, and the thick carapace, which could not be dented even by a heavy hammer, emitted a hissing sound of corrosion.
The hard metal structure, like weathered dead wood, quickly becomes brittle and riddled with holes.
The steel arrow, carrying kinetic energy, was completely unimpeded and easily pierced through the wild boar's soft flesh, disappearing into its tail feathers.
Several armored pigs let out extremely pitiful screams and collapsed into the mixture of mud and acid, becoming completely still.
At the edge of the trench, several NPC militiamen on guard duty stared wide-eyed as their wooden spears clattered to the ground.
They rubbed their eyes, seemingly unable to believe that the armored monster that had plagued the village for days and nearly caused its annihilation hadn't even lasted a single round.
This is much better than the previous "collision tactic" used with roasted whole lamb.
Herina's pupils dilated.
One blow kills.
With just a small vial of unknown liquid, they dismantled the most troublesome bio-armor in the wasteland. This incredible skill is definitely from the Enchanted Forest!
Herina's mind raced, and the scattered records she had read in ancient books about the period before the great upheaval began to overlap with the group of ragged strangers before her.
No wonder they always seem so cynical and even petty about a few maple leaf coins.
In this land rife with danger and malice, disguising themselves as greedy and unscrupulous vagrants may be the best way for them to protect this forbidden knowledge that could change the landscape of Treasure Island.
They were willing to wallow in the mud for a few cabbages, yet they were equally generous in offering this priceless alchemical creation to save ordinary people.
Herina took a deep breath, and her eyes welled up with tears.
She felt she finally understood these outsiders.
They bear the heavy mission of reviving civilization, yet they use the crudest language to mask their inner composure, hiding all their suffering in seemingly absurd jokes.
These are true guardians of civilization.
Overwhelmed with joy at escaping a desperate situation, Herina straightened her slightly disheveled instructor's cloak and stepped down the wooden stairs.
She prepared to pay tribute to the heroes who saved the foundation of Archer Village using the most formal Archer Village etiquette.
Just as they reached a point less than ten meters from the trench, a heart-wrenching scream suddenly pierced the sky.
The voice was filled with endless regret and despair, as if the most precious thing in life had been lost.
"ah!!!"
Herina's heart tightened.
Could it be that the monster's dying counterattack injured someone? She untied the longbow from her back and quickened her pace towards the edge of the pit.
The sight before him left this well-traveled and knowledgeable martial arts instructor frozen in place.
The warrior named Da Niu was kneeling unsuspectingly beside the carcass of a wild boar. He held in his hands a piece of armor fragment that had been completely dissolved into a honeycomb-like structure by strong acid and crumbled at the slightest touch.
The green acid liquid was still bubbling faintly in the holes of the residue, and the original metallic luster had completely turned into a dull, rusty gray.
Da Niu's fingernails dug deep into the soil, and his shoulders trembled as he swayed with emotion.
"My iron...this is top-quality high-carbon steel!"
Da Niu was in great pain; his facial muscles twitched wildly from the heartache, making him look like a hapless man who had lost money.
Standing atop the roasted whole lamb, he excitedly attached a glass tube to the second arrow: "Excellent effect! Brothers, keep loading, let's clear this whole area!"
"Cease fire! Everyone, stop firing!"
Da Niu leaped up from the bottom of the pit like a madman guarding his food, and firmly pressed down on the bow used for roasting the whole lamb.
"What a waste! Look what this acid has done to the materials!"
The carapace has been completely melted down to slag; how am I supposed to get heavy armor from the blacksmith?
Da Niu pointed to the bottom of the pit and roared, spittle flying everywhere.
The archers were stunned, and Herina was also dumbfounded.
Da Niu turned around and glared at the few armored pigs still wandering around in confusion on the other side of the trench. He took a deep breath, pushed all the remaining chemical acid pipes on the cart aside without hesitation, and rolled up his sleeves.
Under the watchful eyes of the local indigenous people, this outsider, who had just displayed a profound background in alchemy, pulled out a crowbar.
"No arrows allowed! Even if I get rammed to death here today, I'll jump down and peel these intact iron sheets off with my bare hands!"