Why it never ends

Chapter 1063 Hunting

The sun was getting lower.

The entire forest was shrouded in a misty light blue color. A flock of birds in the distance was circling closer, and dozens of black birds were flying towards the branches of the same tree.

There were wolves howling in the distance.

"Someone is coming." Gahodore glared at Hesta, "Don't make any noise, okay?"

Hesta nodded in agreement.

Two hunting dogs as big as wolves appeared at the edge of the field of vision, followed by three sturdy hunters - each of them looked like Manna, in her forties or fifties, short in stature, with arms as thick and strong as her thighs.

After running for a while, they each found a big tree to rest under, and began to signal to their companions who were farther away.

The horn sounded again from the top of the mountain.

Hesta watched the entire team passing by from a high place. When the group of people completely disappeared from her sight, Jiahoduolei stood up and climbed to a higher place on the mountain.

Hesta followed her, "Why don't you form a team?"

Jia Heduolei didn't even turn around: "Why should I form a team?"

On the way to higher places, the two encountered three different hunting teams, some with eleven or twelve people and some with only four. Each team had different divisions of labor based on the number of people.

Perhaps to cover her footprints, or perhaps to broaden her horizons, Jiahoduolei chose to move without touching the ground, but correspondingly, she had to expend more physical strength than walking on the ground - not to mention that she was always carrying a heavy bow.

As the night fell, Hesta paid attention to Jiahoduolei's breathing. She could clearly feel that her physical strength was approaching the limit. There was a fresh smell of blood in the wind. Jiahoduolei changed her shoulders and the bowstring had already left blood marks on her shoulders, but she did not react to it.

Suddenly, Gahoduolei stopped.

Hesta also stopped immediately. She followed the other person's line of sight and looked into the distance. A leap of blue was flying in the woods. No wonder most spring hunts ended after nightfall. Once the daylight disappeared, the stag coated with special mineral powder was like a burning flame, so eye-catching in the dark forest.

The team with two hounds was the first to spot the deer, but instead of taking action, they dispersed and approached the prey from different directions.

"...Why don't they take action?" Hesta lowered his voice, "This distance should be close enough?"

"The angle is not good." Jiahoduolei replied, "They are helping the hunters find a position."

"What position?"

"You can shoot an arrow through the deer's eye," said Jiahoduolei, "so that the deer's skin won't be damaged..."

At first, Jiahoduolei was able to remain silent, but as the deer became calm and began to stroll and rest on the path in the woods, Jiahoduolei's movements became noticeably more impatient - the hunter hidden behind the bushes was already in position and raised his bow in the dark night.

In the silence, Hesta could almost hear the sound of the bowstring on the ground being stretched to its limit, and Gahodole in the tree also held her breath and pulled the bow to its full length.

The fluorescent deer was like a quietly burning flame. It walked forward step by step. At a certain moment, it finally turned its head slightly. This moment of change was the perfect moment that the hunter had been waiting for for a long time - the hunter released the bowstring, and the arrow flew out suddenly.

Jiahoduolei also let go at the same time, and the two arrows collided right in front of the deer's eyes - the arrow from high above accurately deflected the hunter's attack on the ground.

The echoing sound of the bowstring remained in the air, and the originally leisurely deer was suddenly startled and started running wildly on the mountain road at night.

The people on the ground suddenly looked up: "There's someone in the tree!" Jiahoduolei had already started running wildly in the direction where the deer fled.

Hesta followed closely behind. Jiahoduolei's steps were not as light as before. She frowned and shouted, "Jiahoduolei! Stop chasing me. You've already--"

"Leave me alone!" Jiahoduolei suddenly turned around and shouted at Hesta, "Don't get in my way!"

The hunters on the ground immediately changed their strategy. The hunters with bows no longer insisted on the intact deerskin. They put away their bows and arrows and replaced them with daggers. Two hounds swooped down from a high altitude, forcing the fleeing stag into the trap that had been set long ago.

Following a long roar of an animal, the hunters lying in ambush in the mountains cheered. The rope net they had set up had already bound the leaping flame in mid-air, but before everyone had time to take a closer look, the cold light of a short blade had already cut the rope from the inside - the stag jumped out of the ambush and continued to flee on the mountain road.

"Get out of the way, I'll do it—"

"Don't shoot!" one of the hunters shouted, "There's a man on the deer's back!"

Hesta leaped forward through the trees. She saw with her own eyes how Gahodole jumped from a height into the trap, was suspended in the air with the deer, and then cut through the rope net, leaned over and grabbed the deer by the antlers and walked with it.

Hesta was a little unsure about Jiahoduolei's condition. If Jiahoduolei was a mercury needle, her current situation was obviously approaching the limit of bullet time, but she still had the strength to hold on to the antlers to prevent herself from falling.

Hesta followed closely, thinking about another question in his mind -

They have no constraints on time, so do they have Acheron moments?

On the back of the deer, Gahoduolei tried hard to stand up. She tried her best to keep her balance, and slowly loosened one hand to reach the dagger hidden in her shoe.

"It's time to let go, Gahodole!" Hesta suddenly shouted, "There's a cliff ahead!"

As if she hadn't heard anything, Jiahoduolei raised her dagger with all her strength and stabbed it deeply into the side of the deer's neck. The deer cried out in pain, blood gushed down the hilt of the knife, and it slowed down its pace, jumping continuously with its front and back legs, trying to throw the person off its back.

The hunters' voices were getting closer, and the mountain deer began to run again in panic. The man and the deer rushed all the way to the cliff.

Jiahoduolei was still trying hard. She held the short knife that had already sunk into the deer's neck and slowly cut a deep cut. The mineral powder was all over her front body. Under the blue light, the bright red deer blood looked like poured black ink.

Under the moonlight, Jiahoduolei finally lost her strength and fell down. However, even after shaking off the load, the mountain deer was unable to successfully jump to the other side of the cliff. Its front hooves briefly touched the black rocks on the other side of the cliff, and then it quickly fell down.

Seven or eight hunters finally caught up. The first one to arrive lay on the edge of the cliff, looking down at the almost straight abyss.

"Hey--"

More people came over: "What's going on?"

"...Fell down!" The hunter turned around, "The little girl and the deer both fell down!"

"Hurry up and call for help! Something happened, someone fell off the cliff!"

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At the foot of the mountain, Hesta grabbed the antlers and lifted the upper body of the dead deer with one hand.

She raised her heavy bow and swung it at the deer's neck. The bowstring was as sharp as a blade, splashing a wave of blood.

After cutting off the deer's head, Hesta held the deer's horns in one hand and carried the unconscious Gahodore on her shoulder with the other. After briefly looking around to determine the direction, she set off again and ran quickly towards the daytime settlement.