Claude quietly walked up the hillside with his matchlock gun. The group of wild boars were indeed very courageous and did not care about anyone approaching. A few slightly larger wild boars seemed to smell something. They raised their heads and roared a few times in the direction Claude came from. They then lowered their heads regardless and searched for food in the mountain fields.
Claude stopped about a hundred meters away from the wild boar group. He heard Verricro talk about the habits of wild boars. Don't get too close when they are looking for food. If you get too close, the wild boars may think you are interested in them. They pose a threat and will attack you.
A distance of about 100 meters is just right. Even if the wild boar finds you approaching, it will not bother to pay attention to you because the distance is too far. Claude picked up the gun and began to aim. His target was not the largest wild boar, but a wild boar. Hitting the head from such a distance was guaranteed to kill him with one shot. If it were that big wild boar, it might not be able to be killed with one shot because of its rough skin and thick flesh.
In the back yard of the manor villa below the hillside, Mrs. Maria and Butler Lutheran stood in front of the door of the pharmaceutical testing room, watching Claude hide behind the bushes and take aim at the wild boars with a matchlock gun.
"Madam, can he do it? He is just a teenager." Butler Lutheran said with some worry: "I think we should hire a few hunters from the town to drive away these wild boars. Last time I heard from a guard who had been a hunter. The soldiers said that before dealing with wild boars, you must prepare an escape route. It is best to find a big tree to rely on. This way, even if the wild boar is angered, it can climb up the tree to escape. Injured and crazy wild boars are the most ferocious. If they keep their eyes on the target, they will often not die. endlessly.
Look at him, he has no experience at all, just standing behind the bushes and aiming his gun. If the wild boar is not killed but angers them, then he will not be able to escape. The wild boar doesn't care if the thing in front of it is a bush. If it hits him, he will be finished."
"Believe him once." Mrs. Maria waved her hand to stop Lutheran's housekeeper's words: "Although he is still a young man, I think he can hunt the Niros crocodile, so it will be very easy to deal with these wild boars. One thing. In addition, you also know that this boy is a wild mage. He should have his own means to ensure his safety. We don’t need to worry about him."
The gunfire rang out, and Mrs. Maria and Butler Lutheran saw a cloud of white smoke rising from the matchlock gun in Claude's hand. One of the wild boars on the hillside in the distance jumped up and fell headlong. on the ground.
Killed with one shot. Claude was very satisfied with his shooting skills. He whistled lightly and took out the granular standard No. 3 gunpowder from the paper tube from his pocket. He bit the paper tube and poured the gunpowder into the barrel. Tamp it firmly with a purger, then pour in the lead shot, and tamp it again with a purger. Turn over the matchlock gun, bite the paper tube again, pour the powdery powder inside into the medicine box, check the matchlock, clamp the matchlock, and finally you can fire again.
Just when Claude was loading the matchlock gun in an orderly manner, the two largest wild boars in the wild boar group were already enraged, and they ran towards Claude. The distance of a hundred meters is neither long nor short. When Claude raised his matchlock gun again, the two furious wild boars were about to rush in front of Claude. The distance between them and Claude was no longer enough. Ten meters.
Claude can only shoot one more shot, but there are two wild boars. Even if Claude can kill one wild boar again, another wild boar will hit Claude. Claude has never practiced the indestructible magical skill of the iron cloth shirt. He can't stop the wild boar's violent collision.
"It's over, we can't do anything to save him," the Lutheran housekeeper in the yard below lamented. He wanted to reach out and cover his eyes, not wanting to see the tragedy happen. Even if Claude on the hillside could shoot and wound one, he would not be able to escape the revenge of another ferocious wild boar.
Madam Maria did not speak. She stared at Claude on the hillside, holding her hands tightly. The crisis in front of her could not help but calm her down.
Claude actually doesn't care about the ferocious impact of these two furious wild boars. As long as two "snaps" are heard, these two ferocious wild boars will turn into idiots. They don't even know why they came here, and maybe they will... A friendly sniff of Claude's pants. Claude could put the muzzle of the matchlock gun against the wild boar's head and fire, and then hit the wild boar next to him with a "click", or directly shoot a magic flying arrow to its head.