Chapter 271 River Safari (Ⅰ)

It was past midnight, and the bonfires on the beach were still glowing.

Most of the people around the fire returned to the boat to rest at this time, recharging their energy for the upcoming hunting competition.

When the night fades and the dawn comes, a red sun rises from the eastern sea level and illuminates the beach instead of the campfire.

The rising tide swept over, drowning the embers of the campfire, and the white waves washed the sand, sweeping away the rubbish and ashes left by last night's revelry.

The sandy beach is golden and brilliant under the sun, and it becomes completely new.

On the morning of July 3rd, when the sun rose above the mast, the 1620 "Leyton Harbor Hunting Competition" officially kicked off.

People disembarked one after another and returned to the golden beach, and the following schedules were different.

The rich and the aristocrats brought their families, basked in the sun on the beach, surfed, fished, flirted, and served by groups of servants.

Tired of playing, go back to the ship to eat, play cards, sleep, and enjoy a leisurely vacation.

On the beach, there are also many well-dressed bachelorettes, most of whom are high-class prostitutes who bought third-class tickets and came to the island to do romantic business.

These social butterflies like "migratory birds" hope to hook up with a handsome and wealthy lover during this golden period of travel and vacation, and make a fortune while talking about love.

Only a few stayed on the beach to enjoy the summer sun, and most of them chose to participate in hunting competitions. They were fully armed, led their hounds, and set off into the jungle deep in the island.

There are nearly 400 teams participating in this year's hunting competition, more than half of which are composed of professional mercenaries who are hired by the rich and nobles in the city.

In the next six days, the wild boars they hunted must be credited to their employers—even if the other party only lay on the beach and basked in the sun during the hunting festival, drank, gambled, and played with women on the cruise ship, and never stepped into the forest. step.

Brothers Joan, Thomas and Tyndale also led four hounds and followed the large group out of the safe zone.

A group of people passed through the warning zone composed of walls and ditches, went deep into the jungle along the "safari river", and advanced towards "Wild Boar Island".

Groups of hunters can be seen everywhere along the river, gunshots come and go, mixed with the wailing of wild boars and the cheers of hunters.

However, more hunters have not had the opportunity to see live wild boars so far, and they complain in private that "there are more people than pigs".

Everyone knows that if you want to catch more prey, you can only go to a place far away from the crowd to try your luck. However, there are only a handful of teams who really dare to stay away from the river beach and venture deep into the dense forest to find prey.

Joan and the others belonged to the category with particularly bad luck.

The four of them got up early in the morning full of hope, but they walked along the river beach for two hours without seeing any live pigs, but they often saw dead pigs floating down the upper reaches of the river.

These wild boars had obviously been hunted not long ago. They floated up and down on the surface of the river, their blood staining the nearby river red, and they went straight downstream.

Joan was very puzzled when he saw this scene. After asking Thomas, he found out that the hunting teams ahead of him caught wild boars on the way, cut off their tails and marked them, and then pushed the dead boars into the river and let them drift downstream. .

Near the downstream estuary, the river has been intercepted layer by layer by workers hired by the tournament organizers with fishing nets, and the drifting wild boar carcasses were dragged ashore with long poles with iron hooks and sent to the dock warehouse for unified storage.

The warehouse specially designed for storing fresh food is equipped with a magic barrier, and the internal temperature is kept below freezing point, which can preserve wild boar meat for a long time without rotting and deteriorating.

When the hunting competition is over and the hunters return to the pier, they can claim their own share of the spoils with the "Secret Imprint" they have set before.

This has two advantages.

First of all, it is not necessary to carry cumbersome prey with you, and you can travel lightly during the six-day hunting process, expanding the hunting range and improving hunting efficiency.

Secondly, even if you can't make it to the top three in the competition, you can't get medals and bonuses, at least you can get back the wild boar stored in the refrigerated warehouse at the dock, so it won't be a waste of time.

Joan and the others led a hunting dog each, chatting and walking along the river beach.

As time passed, the sun rose above the head, and the venomous sunlight shone down on the head, and the hounds were so hot that they all stretched out their tongues.

Joan and the others were also sweating, and stopped after walking for a while to wash their faces by the river.

The wild boars floating down the river are like small boats in rows. Although the river water will not be seriously polluted, it takes some courage to drink the river water mixed with pig blood and excrement directly.

The Tyndale brothers, who grew up in the countryside, didn't pay attention to these things. When they were thirsty, they would drink water by the river.

Thomas picked up the river water and sniffed it carefully. Although he couldn't smell any peculiar smell, he still didn't have the courage to swallow it.

Joan saw that Thomas was worried that the river water was unsanitary, so he handed over the "endless water bag" and told him that this magic water bag could continuously produce clean water, enough for everyone to drink daily.

"Great! Now I don't have to drink the river water that smells like wild boar blood!"

Thomas gratefully took the water bag, unscrewed the stopper and poured the clear water into the cup he carried with him, drank it all in one gulp, and belched contentedly.

At this time, there was a sudden howl in the bushes ahead, followed by the sound of gunfire, dog barking and fighting.

Thomas jumped up quickly, looking excitedly at the violently shaking bushes not far away.

Brother Tyndale also hurried up from the river.

"what's the situation?"

"Someone is fighting wild boars. It sounds like there are a lot of wild boars!"

"Go and have a look, maybe there is a chance to open!"

The four of them quickened their pace and ran excitedly to the place where the sound of fighting came, and they saw a large group of wild boars rampaging in the bushes.

A hunting team is fighting the herd of pigs.

Facing the siege of no less than ten adult wild boars, the four obviously couldn't hold on anymore, so they had to retreat while fighting.

Two strong men with large shields in the team were in charge of breaking the rear, while the shooter with the magic crystal shotgun and the mage in robes retreated towards the river under the cover of his teammates.

This hunting team consists of two fighters, a ranger and a mage.

Around them, in the dense bushes, no less than ten ferocious wild boars were howling and chasing after them, looking very dangerous.

"Hey, buddy, do you need our help?"

Thomas performed the 0-ring trick "Amplification" and shouted at the four hunters who were besieged by wild boars.

However, the other party didn't know whether he had no time to answer or was unwilling to give up his prey. He turned a deaf ear to his well-intentioned inquiries and only slowed down his retreat.

The gunman turned around and pulled the trigger, knocking down an approaching wild boar.

"Yal!"

The mage chanted the incantation, and instantly summoned a large group of red bats, which jumped on the back of the wild boar, bit the back of the neck with their fangs, trying to suck the blood.