I was an apprentice in Ferren

Chapter 159 Hunting the Bear (Part 1)

Standing on the dense pine branches, breathing in the fresh air, DuPont was pondering a question.

Without weapons, how can people hunt brown bears?

From the moment the terrifying upright ape learned to throw and cooperate, the earth entered the era of human dominance. Those short-statured primitive humans could easily hunt huge beasts like mammoths with spears and simple javelins, and brown bears were naturally on their menu.

But what if you're all alone?

Even though he was already a level 5 combatant, DuPont still felt a bit of a headache.

The biggest difference between professionals and ordinary people is their vigorous vitality and some magical skills. Even if he were to be hit by a bolt of lightning or a fireball exploding at a temperature of over a thousand degrees, he would only suffer minor injuries.

Secondly, having money to buy magical equipment to further enhance one's strength results in having the lowest attribute value.

With rigorous training, even an ordinary person's attribute value can reach 16 points. DuPont's current strength and agility are only 14, which can only be considered strong.

For DuPont now, as long as he has an enchanted shortbow or spear, killing a bear is definitely not a big problem.

But it would be difficult if he were unarmed. He wasn't a monk who could make his fists like magical weapons, nor was he an elven thief or a ranger who could kite his opponent as nimbly as a monkey. He didn't even know where Man Shi got the confidence that he could defeat the ferocious giant bear with rare honey-gold fur and a height of two meters not far away without using magic.

Even if you don't kill, just subdue them.

Ignoring the few people who had come to watch the spectacle, DuPont looked at the huge creature tearing apart a moose: its claws were almost the size of his own face and could easily tear the deer hide into pieces, and its sharp teeth could bite off a large chunk of meat in one bite.

By this time, it had finished eating the unfortunate moose's entrails, its face covered in blood, looking extremely ferocious.

Even the few elves who came to watch the spectacle found it somewhat unbelievable. This size brown bear was not much weaker than an owl bear, and it seemed that even four magic missiles would not be enough to take it down. Fighting such a big guy without weapons was tantamount to playing with one's life. Moonflower asked with some concern, "Is this really a challenge that can be completed?"

Even the sun elf didn't speak. Although she really wanted to see this wretched human boy beaten half to death, and it would be even better if he could be beaten so badly that he could never get up again, it seemed a bit too much to execute him in such a cruel way: "It does seem a bit harsh."

Man Shi's face also looked a little embarrassed. After all, he was the one who made the request, and the idea of ​​not killing the bear was his wife's. But he had already made the boast, and now he didn't know how to back down: "You really managed to find such a big bear? I've never seen one like that before."

“If you’re so fierce, it will definitely avoid you. Did we walk over 20 miles for nothing?” The druid said, looking at DuPont. “This challenge is indeed difficult, but I think with the wisdom of a mage, it should be a solvable problem.”

DuPont remained silent, only pondering a solution.

If an experienced hunter carries a shortbow, traps, and specially made arrows, and sets up the scene in advance, he can defeat or even kill this bear, even if he is not a professional.

What about the barbarians?
Barbarians mostly don't understand these things; they prefer to grab their weapons, call out the name of their ancestors or gods, and charge straight in.

But the problem is that we don't have any weapons ourselves.

etc.
“I can still make use of things under these natural conditions, right?” DuPont said, taking out his longsword and pointing to a small tree beside him. “Even if I’m just an ordinary person, using nature’s gifts when I encounter danger doesn’t violate the Druid’s natural way, does it?” “…” Morning Star took out the carrying pole from yesterday, which had lost the brilliance of the Oak Cudgel spell. “Never mind, you can use this.”

DuPont was very satisfied. Who says Druids are all rigid?
Compared to wooden sticks of inconsistent quality, this carrying pole is at least very resilient, and it would be quite good as a gun barrel.

He thinned and sharpened one end of the carrying pole at the handshake point, turning the original 1-4 blunt weapon damage into a 1-4 piercing two-meter spear. He used the Four Symbols Technique to summon a ball of flame to burn away the burrs on the handle. With the weapon at his side, DuPont observed the terrain: "Am I not allowed to use all spells, or am I not allowed to use damaging spells?"

"We barbarians don't use magic, and those young people don't have the money to buy magical weapons, so these traditions have been passed down to this day. Of course, if you feel that these traditions are useless, you can try them out. Anyway, at worst, you can just find another bear to fight again."

"Alright, let's leave it at that." Grabbing his weapon, DuPont felt more confident: he carefully examined the terrain and put away his robe, which was worth several taels of silver even if it broke.

"Why isn't he wearing clothes?" the Sun Elf muttered to himself. "Could this guy be an exhibitionist?"

“Barbarians must have their own unique way of training their bodies, since most barbarians, except for beginners, don’t wear armor and usually just wear magic shirts.” Moonflower turned to look at the druid: “This giant bear is probably level 4 or 5 in terms of challenge level. Can this guy really handle it without any equipment?”

“Brutal brute force won’t work. DuPont’s body hasn’t fully developed yet. His physique and agility are okay, but his strength is much weaker than most barbarians.” Man Shi casually took out a barbecue grill from his spatial bag, threw a few things in the way aside, and started lighting the charcoal. “But fighting is never just about brute force. Even barbarians are no exception. If you don’t use your brain, you’ll die quickly no matter what you face.”

"Excuse my bluntness, but do barbarians even use their brains?" Because of the incident last night, the sun elf found it difficult to maintain respect for this master who was so engrossed in love affairs even with guests visiting: "In my impression, barbarians just shout 'Tempas' or 'Usgar,' and then start charging into a frenzy. Sometimes they even forget the tactics they've already laid out. When it comes to causing trouble, they're not much different from those impolite dwarves. Do they really use their intelligence in battle?"

“You know Usgar? Not bad.” Man Shi said, taking out a glass bottle and pouring the liquid inside onto the charcoal. He then took out a flint and steel. “Ignorance of manners is a matter of personality. For example, if I didn’t like you, I would say I didn’t have any even if you asked me for a piece of toilet paper, even if I had one in my hand. Of course, since you know our ancestral god, I am still willing to share with you.”

"As for whether we can use our brains, that's for sure. After all, berserk doesn't reduce intelligence; it just gives us a stronger body, allowing us to use bolder attacks to trade blows with the enemy, and then use our powerful vitality to trade blows for death."

However, some young barbarians prefer to fight on instinct, so their mortality rate is quite high. For them, returning to the ancestral temple as brave warriors might have been a mistake; those who live as long as I have are ultimately a minority.

He took out a porcelain cup he had taken from the academy and handed it to Chenxing to make tea. He concluded, "As for more, you should know that he was able to escape from vampires. Although this bear is stronger, how can it be as agile as those bats that have lived for hundreds of years? As long as DuPont doesn't want to win, he probably won't lose."

"Don't worry if he loses, after all, you'll come to his rescue. With that kind of logistical support, what's there to worry about?" The sun elf quipped nonchalantly, but the wilderness couple shook their heads simultaneously: "Wrong. I've never paid attention to the details of this kid. My woman did give him an intelligence headband, but that kind of thing is useless here."

"Huh?" Yuehua looked at the two of them upon hearing this: "Didn't Mr. DuPont call you Master? What kind of education is it to not pay attention to details?"

"Actually, I, as his master, didn't teach him anything. I just gave him a condition, and I didn't expect him to actually comprehend the berserk ability." There was a hint of pride in Man Shi's eyes. Du Bang, this cheap disciple, had indeed given him a great surprise, and he even proudly called him his disciple.

Even the few talented young people he had guided when he returned to the tribe had never received this honor.

He placed a few potatoes by the fire to roast them over the embers. This was one of Morning Star's favorite foods. Man Shi pretended to be nonchalant: "This kid is basically self-taught. To be honest, I was quite surprised to learn that he really became a barbarian. Perhaps his ancestors were from the North?"

"Wait, Master, you said he can fight vampires, but his strength is inferior to that of a normal barbarian?" Moonflower frowned, keenly sensing something amiss: "Aren't you making some misjudgment?"

The barbarian's relaxed expression froze.

(End of this chapter)