Pastor's blessing

"Two hundred and thirteen, two hundred and fourteen ..."

In a remote office at area no 9, Dudian was counting the number of dark blue balls that he acquired. He had killed a total of 227 undeads in the last few days.

Dudian wanted to apply the method hunter tried to hunt the beast. In short he had tried to use that approach to ambush the prey from the high ground. Although the undead's were attracted by the sound but his archery skills sucked. Out of 10 shots none would be successful. Ocassional arrow that pierced the undead's head was a pure luck.

As a result, Dudian decided to exercise his shooting skills for the next few nights.