Fatal Strike: Paladins Mercenary Road

Chapter 409 The Cursed Beast
Old Joe may have seen Shanying's disbelief, and he said with a bit of dissatisfaction: "Do you think I'm lying to you?"

Shanying would never argue with an older person on such an insignificant issue. He shook his head and said, "I don't think you are lying to me. Many legends have a basis in reality, but sometimes the truth of the matter is exaggerated when people pass it on by word of mouth."

As he spoke, Shanying hugged Balang's neck, rubbed his fur vigorously, and said with a smile: "For example, Balang can understand what I say, and I believe your big dog can understand what you say too!
Maybe that person just raised some mutant Alaskans?"

After hearing this, Old Joe shook his head and said, "My old friend would definitely not be wrong. He is the most powerful native hunter in all of Alaska. There is no way he can't tell the difference between a wolf and an Alaskan dog."

Eagle looked at Old Joe, who was a little anxious. He said with a bit of amusement: "I always thought you were the best hunter in Alaska..."

Old Joe listened, smiled and rubbed his big dog's head, and said: "I am the best hunter Redick knows, but I am so old, I must have more experience than the young people...

And now we don’t hunt with spears like the natives did, and I’m a pretty good shot, so it’s OK for me to call myself the best hunter.”

Shanying was amused by Old Joe. This old guy always acted like "I am the best hunter", but he turned out to be bragging.

Who says foreigners are honest?
Commercial hype is everywhere!

Shanying really didn't want to talk about werewolves, so he asked, "Is your old friend also the 'best hunter' because of his age?"

Old Joe shrugged and said, "He is indeed very old, but if you asked me to choose the best hunter in Alaska, 'Razer' would definitely be ranked first!
When he was young, he hunted a brown bear with his bare hands. Five years ago, the old guy hunted the largest moose in Alaskan history and it made the news.

That old guy never uses a shotgun or trap when hunting, he only uses a bow and arrow and a hunting knife!"

"Razer?"

The Eagle instantly remembered the legendary Arctic fox hunter Razer, who was talked about by the Inuit Shark at Sunset Mountain.

This kind of people usually don’t have the same or duplicate names!

Thinking about how I deliberately left the Arctic fox behind and came to Alaska alone to investigate and look for clues about the black fox, I ended up not being able to escape the influence of the Arctic fox...

The Arctic Foxes are truly the strongest of the strong, but it’s a pity that the Mountain Eagle doesn’t trust them now and thinks there’s a traitor among them.

Old Joe noticed the abnormality on Shanying's face, and he asked curiously, "Do you know Razer?"

Shanying nodded slightly, then shook his head and said, "I guess I know..."

As Shanying said this, he saw the front suddenly open up...

Before he knew it, the speedboat driven by Quetta had left the woods and entered an enormous wetland swamp area.

Looking down from the crow's perspective, this is a huge swamp covering hundreds of square kilometers.
Swamp tundra, like small islands, divides the waterways inside the swamp into an extremely huge and complex maze.

The sunlight shines through the sparse clouds onto the endless swamp. The golden sunlight, the silver water light, and the green representing vitality are intertwined together, forming an indescribable picture of tranquility.

The swamps in Alaska are completely different from those in tropical areas. To be more precise, they are wetlands near the Arctic...

The sunshine, cool climate, abundant water resources and suitable temperature have given rise to countless shrubs and weeds, but it does not have the dark, muddy and damp feeling of the swamps in the south.

Compared with the swamps in the south, this place is fresher. Compared with the tundra with low vegetation in the Arctic region, the swamps here are more vibrant and there are more animals active in this area.

Flocks of various wild ducks, grouse, puffins, and swans fly up and down in the swamps. It is hard to imagine how spectacular the scene is for those who have not seen it.

As if intending to let the mountain eagle appreciate the beautiful scenery here for a while longer, Quetta slowed down the boat after entering the swamp.

When passing by an island-like wetland, Quetta suddenly pointed at a patch of reeds and said, "Look..."

The mountain eagle looked in the direction of Quetta's finger and saw a huge moose staring at him curiously...

He had seen this kind of big creature when he was on a plane in Alaska, but he had never been so close to such a behemoth.

In the past, Shanying's impression of moose was that of Santa Claus's coachman. In reality, he had only seen some moose subspecies with sparse antlers in a zoo near Harbin.

When he really came face to face with these big guys, Shanying realized that the scene in the Lord of the Rings movie where the Elf King rode a moose into the battle might have actually existed.

With a shoulder height of nearly two meters and two centimeters, plus the height of the huge antlers on the neck and head, this guy must be more than three meters tall even without standing on tiptoe.

This is the real big one!

The mountain eagle felt that the moose's body proportions were not very good, and its limbs seemed a little slender compared to its huge body. However, when this big guy lowered its head to drink water in front of it, its outstretched huge antlers made it very intimidating.

Seeing the interest of Mountain Eagle, Old Joe smiled and said, "You have a hunting license. If you are interested, you can hunt one. For many people, moose antlers are great collectibles.

We can’t take the meat away, but we can send the moose meat to the Indian villages. They really need it!”

The mountain eagle withdrew its attention from the huge moose, shook its head and said, "It must not have been easy for this big guy to grow so big. I'm not hungry, so forget it..."

Old Joe listened, nodded slightly, and said: "That's fine, but as your hunting guide, it seems wrong to come to the swamp area without hunting something...

We need plenty of meat to maintain body heat at night..."

Old Joe pointed to several gun boxes in the cabin and said, "I see you have a shotgun. You can hunt some wild ducks later. Wild ducks taste the best at this time of year."

When it comes to dinner, I can’t refuse…

Shanying took out a Benelli M2 from the gun box, pushed four shotgun shells into the magazine, then smiled at Old Joe and said, "When you can shoot, let me know..."

Old Joe was very satisfied with Shanying's response. He had ideas, was not stubborn, and most importantly, was humble and listened to advice...

The old man waved at Quetta to signal him to speed up, and soon the speedboat was speeding away again.

The Butcher and Dalia, who were also on the speedboat, tried their best to observe, but were soon confused.

The mountains in the distance appeared to be moving closer and farther away. It was obvious that Quetta was not moving in a straight line but seemed to be going in circles.

Only the mountain eagle could see clearly through the crow's perspective that although Quetta's route was not the best route he thought, it was the route with the widest waterway.

When passing by several narrow waterways, Mountain Eagle saw the piles of miscellaneous wood, garbage and aquatic plants in them. He instantly understood why Lao Qiao said that even if he focused on the direction of the mountains, it would be difficult to reach the other side smoothly.

Not all boats can sail wherever there is water. The waterways that seem to be the closest are actually full of traps set by nature. Once the fuel runs out or the boat is damaged, it is almost impossible to get out on foot, and there is no chance to even call for help.

At this moment, Mountain Eagle was really glad that he agreed to let Old Joe and Quetta go together, instead of acting recklessly relying on the Crow's help.

Even if he and the butcher Dalia were trapped here, they would probably not die, but if they wasted time and missed the opportunity to intercept the Black Fox, serious consequences would likely occur.

Just as they were driving to the middle of the swamp, Old Joe suddenly patted Mountain Eagle's arm and said, "Get ready..."

Suddenly, a large number of wild ducks took off from the wetland on the left side of the speedboat, flew over the heads of the Eagles and others, and flew towards the wetland on the right side...

Shanying decisively raised his gun and pulled the trigger...

"bang bang bang"

After four consecutive shotgun shells were fired, four of the six wild ducks fell into the water and two fell into the wetland on the right.

Kuitar slowed down the boat, told the butcher and Dalia to reach out and scoop up the wild ducks in the water, and then shouted to the mountain eagle: "What are you standing there for? Release the dogs..."

Mountain Eagle watched Old Joe's Alaskan dog growl and leap into the wetland on the right. He reached out and patted Barron on the body, saying, "Go..."

Balang, who had been eager to try, jumped onto the wetland with all his strength and quickly got into the grass and trees that were more than one meter tall.

Just as they were waiting for the two dogs to return, a terrible roar suddenly came from the wetland...

Then there were rustling sounds among the grass and trees, and two big dogs rushed out from the grass and trees in a panic, holding wild ducks in their mouths. The moment they saw the speedboat, the two dogs jumped up almost at the same time and slammed heavily into the speedboat.

The two dogs weighed about 150 to 160 kilograms in total. They caused the speedboat to shake violently and pushed it several meters towards the center of the waterway.

Shanying saw a loud noise coming from the grass not far away, and he quickly loaded a single-headed bullet into the magazine...

Just as he raised his gun to aim, Old Joe stretched out his hand to block him...

"Don't shoot, it's a mother bear with cubs..."

Only then did the mountain eagle see clearly that a fat brown bear rushed out of the grass and stood on the river bank of the wetland, slapping the river surface with its front paws...

As it roared at itself, several large fish, each measuring a foot long, turned upside down and floated on the water.

Two chubby little bears came out of a river bank cave about ten meters upwind and ran happily towards their mother.

They were wet and didn't understand the dangers of the world. After running to their mother's side, they imitated their mother's babyish roar at the passing boats, then jumped into the water, bit the big fish and dragged it to the shore.

Compared to the two little bears, the mother bear is much more ferocious...

Seeing that the boat did not leave, it rushed towards the mountain eagle and the others fiercely. The huge weight splashed water, which made the brown bear's momentum increase suddenly.

Kuida screamed and sped up instantly, escaping the brown bear's range. Then the old fisherman seemed a little unwilling to be driven away by the brown bear. He pushed the control lever to make the speedboat circle and came near the brown bear again...

Just when Shanying thought that this guy was looking for trouble, Kuida said loudly: "Old Joe, there is something wrong with this bear..."

Old Joe took a closer look when Quetta was sailing by, then nodded and said, "Something is wrong. Sol didn't even smell it...

Make a note of this place and we will come back to it after we finish our business.

Such a big guy is very dangerous to the indigenous people! "

Mountain Eagle looked at the majestic brown bear in confusion. When Quetta left in his boat, he asked curiously, "You just said that we can't shoot a mother animal with cubs..."

Old Joe said coldly, "Hunters will not hunt female animals, especially those with cubs, but ferocious animals that may hurt people are exceptions..."

Then Old Joe looked at the mountain eagle and said, "Don't you see what's wrong with that bear?"

Shanying spread his hands and said, "I think it's strange that a brown bear lives in a swamp, but other than being extremely fierce, I don't think there's anything special about it."

Old Joe shook his head and said, "That bear is very strong and very manic..."

Mountain Eagle said curiously, "Isn't it natural that brown bears are strong? And isn't it common sense that mother bears with cubs are very aggressive?"

Old Joe shook his head and said nothing, but the butcher next to him suddenly said, "Brown bears only end their hibernation in April and May, and the size of the bear just now doesn't look like it has been sleeping for a long time.

And when it runs, it doesn’t seem to have a lot of fat, and its muscles feel a little different from the brown bears I’ve seen.”

After hearing this, Shanying turned his gaze to Lao Qiao...

Old Joe nodded slightly and said, "A few years ago, some mutant brown bears appeared in southern Alaska...

The newspaper said it was a mutation, but hunters who have seen this kind of thing know that they are things that only exist in hell...

They are extremely ferocious and will kill any large animal that enters their territory.

And they have a characteristic, that is, they are huge in size, and the ratio of muscle to fat is obviously wrong.

They look very strong and their muscles are very impressive, but because they have no fat to protect them, they often cannot survive the cold winter in Alaska by hibernating, so they will forage for food in the winter.

Such a big guy, breaking into any place where people are in winter, is a disaster! "

After hearing this, Mountain Eagle pinched his chin and said, "It's strange enough that a brown bear lives in a swamp, but it has also mutated?"

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle looked at the mountains in the distance and fell into deep thought...

Kuida, who was driving the boat, seemed a little confused when he saw the mountain eagles. He shook his head and said, "It's a curse. Someone cast a vicious curse on them, turning them into man-eating beasts..."

Shanying shook his head and said, "I don't think it's a curse. I've seen this kind of so-called mutation that can grow muscles and become manic in some places..."

(End of this chapter)