mesbooks Chapter 295 Hunter
Chapter 295 Hunter
Alice opened her eyes. Snow swept through the caravan, carrying them away. She held Raphis in her arms, and Raphis held her in her arms. The girl's fragrance and warmth surrounded her.
The sun was blocked by the mountains, and the campfire crackled, but the people sitting there were not anyone Alice knew, nor were they their warriors.
A black trench coat, a cowboy hat with a wide brim, and an ornate Sharps LRR metal-loaded rifle casually draped beside a tree trunk.
"woke up?"
The figure sitting there spoke in a deep, aged voice. Alice looked closely and saw that it was an old man with a white beard, dressed in the style of the Great Frontier Era, with a bullet belt slung over his shoulder.
"Who are you.......?"
Even when the Colombian Civil War began, no one dared to enter this land; you are the first army to pass through northern Louisiana.
The old man raised the knife in his hand, and Alice could see a piece of leg meat stuck in the knife. The old man sniffed it and then brought it to his mouth.
“There’s a reason why outsiders don’t enter Northern Louisiana… This cursed land is always trying to kill you. Even if you’re on its outskirts, it will still cause aftershocks and harm every traveler who passes by.”
Alice was confused. She straightened up, trying to stand up, but found that there was also a layer of snow on her head. Alice looked around and found that they were in a snow cave.
"Outsiders, don't waste your precious energy, or you won't make it to tomorrow morning."
The old man murmured, "Did you hear that? Those sounds outside."
Alice heard a bear roar, almost unrecognizable as a bear's roar. It was as if the roar had been recorded and then edited to completely distort the sound.
Weird
"That's a bear, but it's not a bear."
The old man pulled a bullet from the ammunition belt, its surface shimmering with the light of magic crystals. The bullet was loaded into the Sharps LRR with a click.
"You want to hunt it?"
"No, this is not beneficial. It is a bear, yet it is not a bear. Hunting yields no prey, so there is no point. This land is naturally formed, yet it is not a natural thing."
Alice was puzzled by the old man's words; they were absurd and strange, and had nothing to do with anything she knew.
“Carol Concartl, Northern Louisiana, the best hunter you can find. Everyone calls me the Old Hunter. What about you?”
"Alice, Alice de la Leah."
Upon hearing Alice's self-introduction, the old hunter smiled. He had heard the name before, but he didn't believe it was her. He handed Alice some bread and roasted meat.
"Have something to eat, your friend seems more tired... My daughter is about the same age as her, I'll take you to find her after dawn."
The old hunter said.
"What is this...?"
Alice felt the magic in the air gradually becoming chaotic. She hadn't felt this way in a long time; the air was filled with disordered magical fluctuations.
"Whether it was the local elves or the humans who came later, this land showed us the chaos of magic. Dense magic swept over everything on this land, and it was destroying this land."
The old hunter unfolded a map, and Alice saw that it was marked with countless symbols.
“Northern Louisiana hasn’t been visited by this many people in a long time. It’s dangerous here, I think you should know that.”
The old hunter murmured.
"Wait a moment, I'll take you back to Snowfield Town."
"Magic disorder?"
"The legends of Northern Louisiana are mostly true. Those so-called strange creatures and mutated things do not belong here, nor does the nature of this land."
The snowstorm subsided, and the old hunter glanced outside the snow cave. Visibility had improved. He brushed aside the snow at the cave entrance and cautiously looked out the window.
"Get ready to leave."
Alice patted Raphis beside her. Raphis, who had woken up, nodded and didn't forget to touch Alice's forehead and cheek.
"Hmm, thankfully, everything's alright... Hmm... How about the rest of the place?"
Alice slapped Raphis's hand away and said, "Alice is still whole, hmm!"
The boots crunched on the snow, the vast expanse of snow covering the earth and trees. The old hunter held his Sharps LRR, his eyes never leaving it.
What exactly is going on around here?
Alice saw the crystals on the tree; the gray-black magic crystals mixed with the white snow looked alluring and beautiful. The old hunter glanced at them and said, "Don't touch that stuff... that's the magical aura left behind by a monster..."
Alice withdrew her hand, but still silently recorded it. The hunter stopped, holding the rifle in one hand with both hands.
"Shh..."
Alice sensed a magical fluctuation swirling in the air, and she stared at its source.
"Butcher Bear..."
The hunter warned, and Alice clearly saw the old hunter begin to activate his magic—to an ordinary person, a glint flashed in the old hunter's eyes.
But in Alice's eyes, everything was different. She saw a string of data starting to drive the old hunter, like a programming language, with some understandable but unrecognizable symbols spinning rapidly.
"Extended Vision - Input Magic 12M-mAh, Magical Pressure 36M-V".
Alice immediately deciphered this method of using magic. Since industry spread across this land, the importance of using difficult magic has been repeatedly diminished, eventually leading to its current state.
Few people can use magic anymore. Specialized magicians have been replaced by magical devices and the magic industry, and people are more used to using a lot of equipment.
Alice's vision turned black and white, and she immediately saw the scene around her. The "unnatural" things became more and more conspicuous. In places invisible to the naked eye, Alice saw a huge figure moving, roaring, and absorbing more magic.
"It's very close to us..."
Alice said.
The old hunter glanced at Alice and was surprised to find that the girl before him had somehow become able to use the magic unique to hunters—ancient spells inherited from the local ancient elven hunters. In the bloody history of the Great Frontier and the First Colombian Civil War, only in Northern Louisiana did the local elves and the colonists from afar shake hands and make peace, all in order to fight against the madness of nature.
"Who exactly are you...?"
Alice didn't have the aura of Northern Louisiana, the old hunter could clearly sense it—Alice then looked at the shadows buried deep in the mountains—she stared in astonishment at the geometric structures, structures buried deep in the earth, in the mountains.
"What's over there?"
Alice pointed to the chaotic magical structures emerging from the ground. The hunter looked in the direction Alice was pointing and said solemnly, "There, there is the source of all the calamities in Northern Louisiana. Child, it is that source that has driven nature mad..."