AWB Chapter 93 : The War on the Other Side
Chapter 93 : The War on the Other Side
The War on the Other SideDrawing an arrow, nocking it to the bowstring, and slowly raising her longbow, chihori Jinguuji's primary target was that strongest elite monster.
Whether in defense, Hp, or attack power, that stray dog completely outmatched the other monsters. Besides that, it possessed three actively triggered skills—if she couldn't take it out in one shot, it would definitely cause significant trouble later in the fight.
However, the elite alley dog was just as cautious. The moment it saw Chihori Jinguuji at a distance lifting her bow and aiming at it, it immediately made a Back Leap, its body disappearing among the thick, dead leaves, leaving only a narrow head exposed, warily watching the girl from afar.
This alley dog's defense and HP were both high. Its body was covered in a thick layer of fur, with distinct, firm muscles underneath. After a rough dmg estimate, chihori Jinguuji was not confident she could kill it in one shot if she hit its body.
Therefore, the exposed head was the only viable target.
In the dim forest, with cold mountain winds whistling by, accuracy with a bow already posed a significant challenge, even more so when the alley dogs were anything but cooperative, constantly pacing around and letting out menacing growls. This only increased the difficulty for Chihori Jinguuji.
There was nothing to be done about it. In Legend of Kaloran, the Sharpshooter was one of the most hardcore classes. They had exceptional range, could attack from afar, and sustained impressive damage, but their close combat ability left much to be desired. Encountering another melee enemy of the same level at close range usually ended poorly for them.
Getting beaten beyond recognition was par for the course.
Precisely because of this, the class needed protection from front-line teammates to reach its full potential—second only to the Priest as the least suited for solo players.
As for why Chihori Jinguuji had chosen Sharpshooter in the first place, aside from the fearlessness of the uninitiated, it probably came down to her high skill and daring courage.
After all, the only weapon she'd ever handled in reality was a Japanese-style longbow.
In Japan, archery, like kendo, enjoyed an ancient tradition. Her own family's shrine practiced a classical form of archery passed down from their ancestors.
From a young age, chihori Jinguuji had trained in archery with her grandmother, rain or shine, for over a decade without a single day's interruption. Years of constant practice had given her deep muscle memory and refined shooting skills—abilities she naturally brought with her into the game.
She might not be on par with renowned masters, but with the bonus from her panel and skills, bullying these low-intelligence monsters was no problem at all.
Though she had encountered the monsters without much preparation, within only a few breaths, chihori Jinguuji took several deep breaths to steady herself and get into the right state.
At this moment, holding her breath and focusing, her face was remarkably serious as her gaze and the straight arrow converged on a single point: the vulnerable throat of that elite alley dog.
Not yet... just a bit longer...
With her concentration at its peak, both her hearing and vision became extraordinarily sharp. She could make out even the faintest sigh of wind rustling through the forest, refining the virtual trajectory calculated in her mind.
Finally, in the quietest instant, chihori Jinguuji's eyes suddenly narrowed, bursting with a sword-like brilliance. Her slight but upright frame exploded with an intense aura.
Whoosh—an arrow cut through the air!
The bowstring hummed and vibrated.
With no time for the enemy to react, the arrow, tinged with a faint white light at the tip, crossed a distance of several dozen meters in the blink of an eye, piercing the elite alley dog's throat and bursting into a splash of bright blood!
-513!
A critical hit to a vital spot instantly reduced its HP to nearly empty.
But even so, it was still a level 13 elite monster—thick-skinned and muscular, and due to the distance, chihori Jinguuji's charged shot failed to finish it off in one blow. It just howled and collapsed, kicking up piles of dead leaves in its agony.
The moment their leader was ambushed, the remaining five Man-eating Stray Dogs let out piercing howls and Swarmed the now arrowless Chihori Jinguuji!
With tense, heart-pounding battle music and a putrid stench rushing over, chihori Jinguuji didn't hesitate. Her body performed a Roll, leaving afterimages in the air as she dodged the ferocious attacks of the alley dogs.
A second later, as she landed, her left hand already had three sharp arrows nocked on her longbow.
Multishot!
Multishot was one of the Sharpshooter class's most basic skills. As the name implied, it allowed the user to fire three arrows at once, each slightly weaker than a regular attack. Although the skill looked strong, its accuracy was lacking; only the middle arrow was reliable, while the other two rarely hit.
That was why many later Sharpshooter players, having seen earlier guides, never wasted precious skill points on such a mediocre skill.
Yet, in Chihori Jinguuji's hands, the skill became an overwhelmingly powerful move. Each arrow flew with precision, and in a heartbeat—accompanied by three wails at different pitches—the three nearest alley dogs fell to the ground, rolling in pain.
-437!
-435!
-469!
Each arrow pierced through from one side of the skull and out the other—neat and decisive, instant death.
In the blink of an eye, the Man-eating Stray Dogs, which had initially outnumbered her overwhelmingly, were reduced to two. Even a coordinated five-player team could hardly match such efficiency.
However, these creatures simply weren't very bright. Even as their companions fell, the last two alley dogs, with bloodshot eyes, continued their relentless assault toward the girl.
After firing three shots, chihori Jinguuji retreated again, keeping a careful distance from the monsters. Her evasive movements were as agile as a rabbit, and even a slight misstep could have let the alley dogs' claws or fangs tear through her skirt.
She reached for her last arrow and nocked it onto the longbow. Facing the final two charging alley dogs, chihori Jinguuji no longer dodged. Her left hand gripped the bow, her right hand drew the string, drawing it back in a full moon, and then—released like lightning—fired a furious shot!