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Chapter 2: The Boy with a Bow
On the weed-covered riverbank beside the stream, Xia Mingyu was confronting three huge wild wolves.

Of course, to call it a confrontation is a bit of an exaggeration; a more appropriate word would be encirclement.

The three wild wolves, each more than half a meter tall at the shoulder, had tense muscles and surrounded him in a semicircle. The strongest wolf in the lead leaned forward slightly, grunting from time to time as it slowly moved forward to test his bottom line.

Seeing this dangerous scene, Xia Mingyu was so nervous that his face turned pale and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He knew very well that an adult could still win against a wild wolf with bare hands, after all, humans are also large animals.

But even if Tyson was pulled over, he would still be killed by the wolves today if he fought with his bare hands against three wolves that cooperated well with each other and were as big as North American wolves.

What's more, he is just a college student who sits in a chair for a long time studying and even has a hobby of weight loss.

"How to do how to do?!"

Xia Mingyu's brain worked quickly, but the only solution he could think of was to escape into the stream behind him, hoping that the flowing water would make the wolves retreat.

But this was not very realistic, because the stream was too shallow, only reaching his knees, which obviously could not make these hungry beasts give up the food in their mouths.

Ouch——!
As if they had noticed that Xia Mingyu was weak inside, the three wild wolves howled miserably, startling flocks of birds.

Then, they no longer waited, but bared their fangs and slowly pounced towards Xia Mingyu from different directions.

"what!"

Seeing this, he didn't have time to think about it. With the determination to drag a beast down with him even if he died, Xia Mingyu roared, curled his ten fingers into claws, and prepared to stab them into the dark green wolf eyes of these beasts when they pounced on him.

Swish!
Just when the battle was about to break out, an arrow with tail feathers came from a distance at an extremely fast speed, and the sharp arrowhead embedded itself into the left eye of the wolf leader with incredible precision.

Ouch——!
Time seemed to freeze at this moment. With a dull and painful howl, the wolf leader's huge body shook violently. After rushing around for a few steps, it collapsed to the ground powerlessly.

The spark of life quickly died out in its only remaining right eye, leaving only dead silence.

The other two wolves were about to pounce on Xia Mingyu and bite him fiercely, but when they saw the leader fall down in an instant, they immediately stopped attacking and fled in panic like puppies.

In the cruel nature, beasts have no concept of revenge, and survival is above all else.

"Hoo, hoo!"

After surviving the disaster, Xia Mingyu, who was in a state of high tension, suddenly relaxed and gasped for breath.

However, looking at the huge corpse of the wolf leader in front of him, who had died from an arrow piercing his left eye and brain, he quickly realized that now was not the time to relax.

Since the person who shot the arrow was able to hit the left eye of the wolf leader that was rushing towards him at high speed, he would definitely be able to hit his head easily.

Thinking of this, Xia Mingyu did not dare to delay at all. He quickly turned towards the direction where the arrow came from and raised his hands like a brave French soldier.

"Thank you! Thanks! Merci! ありがとう!"

He expressed his gratitude in several languages, trying to show his harmlessness.

Under his nervous gaze, a figure stood up from the bushes and walked slowly towards him.

He was a young man wearing a ragged garment made of what looked like rough linen, carrying a quiver and a bow. His face was thin and resolute, his eyes sharp and his expression stern, giving off a rather unapproachable vibe. Furthermore, above his head were two lines of equally strange writing.

When the young man walked closer and saw the words above Xia Mingyu's head clearly, he was as if he had seen something out of a fairy tale. The coldness on his face could no longer be maintained, and was replaced by incomparable shock and surprise.

Just like Xia Mingyu who had seen the words reflected in the stream before, he rubbed his eyes repeatedly and vigorously, with such force that Xia Mingyu even suspected that he was trying to squeeze his eyeballs out.

"Hello."

Xia Mingyu was about to say hello, but he saw the young man hesitate for a moment, then moved his lips and spoke a language he couldn't understand, then lowered his head heavily and knelt on one knee in front of him.

Xia Mingyu: “???”

Seeing this strange scene, his brain froze for a moment.

Why would this young man, who had saved his life and could easily have killed him, kneel down before him?

And his clothes were so shabby, even worse than those of beggars in China, and his language didn't sound like any language on Blue Planet?

Xia Mingyu, full of doubts, was about to speak when his eyes went dark. He felt dizzy and his body suddenly fell to the ground, his consciousness gradually becoming blurred.

He was knocked unconscious by a club and thrown into the forest without a drop of water. He also experienced a life-and-death crisis. His body and spirit had already reached their limits.

boom!
The young man raised his head when he heard the sound. When he saw Xia Mingyu lying on the ground, he hurried over. After checking and finding that the other party was just unconscious, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"If such a big shot died here, I'm afraid there wouldn't be a single person left alive in the entire village." The young man, whose face turned pale with fright at the scene, rejoiced.

Then, the young man looked back and forth between the unconscious Xia Mingyu and the huge corpse of the wolf leader, and finally a look of obvious pain appeared on his face.

He pulled out the arrow from the wolf's left eye, cleaned it by the stream, and put it into the quiver. He then adjusted the quiver on his back to his chest, then carried the unconscious Xia Mingyu on his back and walked forward along the stream.

Not long after walking, the boy turned around and looked at the body of the wolf leader behind him, his eyes clearly revealing reluctance.

This time, he performed beyond expectations by shooting an arrow into the wolf's eyes and killing it, thus ensuring the integrity of its fur.

If he could skin the animal and sell it to a fur trader, he could fetch at least thirty-seven copper soles, enough to cover his hunting tax for half a year.

It’s a pity that such precious prey could only be left where it was and was soon eaten by other wild animals.

After all, the most urgent task is to send this important person to a safe place first.

The boy sighed, turned around and walked forward again.

"He's so heavy! He's heavier than a big bad wolf."

Under the gradually dimming setting sun, the young man with a quiver hanging on his chest struggled to carry a man taller than him on his back as he walked step by step towards the distance.

The bards of later generations sang this story: when the supreme, kind, and beautiful Holy King Mingyu Xia first arrived in the world, he met the dragon hunter Berg Chu who was being hunted by a pack of wolves. His Majesty the Holy King generously extended a helping hand and carried the dragon hunter out of the forest on his back.

The rescued dragon hunter knelt down with tears of gratitude and vowed to dedicate his life to His Majesty the Holy King. From then on, he became his right-hand man in changing the world and bringing glory to the entire continent.

(End of this chapter)