chapter 095

New Zealand has large areas of hills and meadows.

Martin galloped his horse, sometimes bending his bow and arrows, shooting rabbits and huge voles alarmed by the sound of horses' hooves.

In the Continent of Gods and Demons, succubi and elves are both natural shooters-

They all possess extremely keen senses and spatial distance, as well as subtle control of the body, so archery is not difficult for people of both ethnic groups.

However, unlike the elves, the succubus is not an environmentalist, and if the elves come to such an environment, it is estimated that they will have fun with the nearby animals, but the succubus – will eat very happily.

Aren't animals food?

Maybe the good-looking ones can be used as pets, but those ordinary, hehe, encountering succubi can only be considered unlucky for them.

In a matter of moments, Martin hunted seven rabbits and twelve voles.

The voles here are huge, and the rabbit is a younger brother in front of them!

(PS: This is not the author's invention, New Zealand's rat infestation has become a disaster, and the rats in Auckland are bigger than cats, because the food in the forests and hills can no longer satisfy their group, and the rats have begun to migrate to the city.)

In Auckland's Titirangi area, these rats are not only not afraid of people, but even natural enemies cats153, shops, cafes, retaining walls, parking lots and RangiwaiRd are everywhere. They wreak havoc on food depots and hunt chickens and ducks, becoming a headache for the New Zealand government.

The New Zealand government has also issued a "killing order" to eliminate all rats on land in New Zealand by 2050. ）

In fact, the meat of these rats is very tender, rich in muscle protein, and is an excellent delicacy.

Martin has hunted many times in the past few days in New Zealand, and he personally made a barbecue of rat meat, which even Gordon praised when he ate it.

Just as Martin was enthusiastically chasing a group of large voles past a hill, he suddenly stopped and listened.

Someone is calling for help?

What happened?

Prompted by curiosity, Martin galloped up the hill and looked at the source of the sound.

In his sharp vision, he could clearly see two humans lying on the tree, and under the tree were two cheetahs, one of which seemed to have discovered his existence and was grinning at this side of the dragon teeth.

"Oh, interesting, hunting leopards is not much more fun than hunting voles!"

Martin smiled slightly, revealing two rows of white teeth.

The cheetah fifty meters away seemed to sense the murderous aura and let out an even more rapid roar.

"Be careful, these two leopards run fast and climb trees!" the man on the opposite tree shouted a reminder.

Martin was stunned, isn't this nonsense!

Then the horse ran down the mountain.

"Be careful, they're fierce and aggressive. Richard Taylor continued to shout.

Peter Jackson stared at Martin's galloping posture, fantasizing that riding a horse would come a pale golden-to-silver hair, pointy ears, handsome elf – galloping horses, bending bows and arrows, and the hair would be hit… This is the elf!

I don't know if this person is handsome or not, otherwise the sense of substitution can be stronger.

This fat man has already written a little magic when he writes the script!!

"Be careful!" exclaimed Richard Taylor in his ears.

Peter hurriedly looked back, and saw that the two cheetahs had outflanked the people who were running on horseback one left and one right, and then crossed towards the white steed of the divine horse.

"Ouch!" Peter Jackson couldn't help but exclaim.

At this moment, I saw the man on the horse knock his feet on the belly of the horse, and the horse accelerated sharply and rushed out from the middle of the two cheetahs.

He then accelerated towards a small hill that was steeper.

The horse was getting faster and faster, and it rushed up the steep hill like a flat.

The horse's hooves stepped on a rock, jumped high, and Martin on horseback suddenly let go of the reins, picked his fingers, quickly took an arrow from the quiver, and bent the bow to tie the string.

The two cheetahs also chased after them at this time, and the one that ran faster was only ten meters away from Martin, and when he saw that he had reached the distance of the attack, he saw that the prey in front of him actually "flew" into the air.

"Huh!" (CGCA) Martin turned around and shot an arrow.

"Whoosh~"

The cheetah sensed extreme danger, and the roar in its mouth was only halfway out, and the arrow shot through its mouth, and the arrow cluster came out through its brain.

Immediately afterwards, another cheetah had also rushed to the front, and seeing the tragic death of his companion, he roared angrily and rushed towards Martin.

Martin smiled, not afraid at all.

I saw that he was on a deft sideways on the horse, avoiding the cheetah's pounce, and then the bowstring hooked, and the bowstring made of steel wire accurately strangled the cheetah's neck and pulled sharply.

Click!

The cheetah's vertebrae were broken, and its body hung limply on the bowstring. (Read violent novels, go on Feilu Fiction Network!)

Neat!

"Hiss~!"

Peter Jackson and Richard Taylor on the tree, one gasped, the other was stunned, looking at Martin who was driving the horse, unable to speak.

At this time, Martin stood tall on a tall horse, holding a rein in one hand and a bow in the other, and a cheetah corpse hung on the bowstring, as if under the gods.

"That's him, that's him!"

Peter Jackson suddenly shouted like a madman, startling Richard Taylor next to him and almost falling from the tree.

Martin also looked at the fat man with weedy hair suspiciously, and said to Richard Taylor: "Is your friend scared crazy?"

Richard Taylor blushed embarrassedly: "Sorry, he is timid, just too scared, thank you for saving us." "

At this time, Peter Jackson on the tree began to beat his chest again, "Oh, oh, you shouldn't have smashed the phone just now, the paragraph just now should have been recorded, it's too wonderful, he is the elf prince, the natural elf prince!"

Richard Taylor couldn't resist giving his friend a slap in the head, "Peter, you should thank this gentleman-"

Speaking of this, Richard Taylor suddenly stuck, and as Martin walked in, he realized that it was a teenager who saved himself and Peter.

"Are you so small?" Peter on the side suddenly exclaimed, and then muttered, "It's okay, it's okay, the elf is handsome, it doesn't matter if it's smaller, it's this height…"

"How old are you?" asked Peter suddenly.

Martin looked at Richard Taylor again, is your friend really okay?

Richard Taylor recovered from his surprise at Martin's age, quickly apologized again, and then pinched Peter's neck and shook it.

He said, "Wake up, wake up, you have to thank this gentleman, Peter!"

"Ugh!"

Peter finally came to his senses, rubbed the messy hair on his head with some embarrassment, and said with a red face:

"I'm sorry, I just thought you were too much like a character in my script, my name is Peter Jackson, a director, thank you for saving me!"

"Coincidentally!" Martin laughed, "I'm an actor." "