Path of The Dragonborn

boom! boom! Shooting twice in a row, once hit the seventh ring, and once missed the target, the bullet hit the wooden box behind the target.

"...Don't take advantage, next one." Heliga looked at her shooting results helplessly, facing the strange gaze of the onlookers, and after a short entanglement decided to throw away this assault rifle highly recommended by the weapon maintainer.

"What a picky newcomer..." the defender murmured, putting the weapon handed over by the boy into the box beside him, which was already full of various types of rifles, short knives and tomahawks.

He walked to the weapon rack, took off another large axe gun, carried it over with difficulty, and handed it to the young man. "The rest are these heavy weapons. I wonder if you can..."

"Try it first, let's talk about it." Heliga picked up the huge axe gun weighing about 20 kilograms, with a small body of only twelve years old, how weird it looks, anyway, most of the people around ate it. Surprised, "How do you use this thing?" Heliga made two gestures casually, seeing Uncle Maintenance startled.

"Don't mess around." He hurriedly stopped the boy's move. Although the gun inside was filled with paint bullets, but fired at such a close distance, even if no one was injured, it would make a mess of the surroundings. When the time comes, it will be hard to clean it up. "This weapon has to be tried on the outside training ground..." He also endured the sentence he wanted to ask, "What are you doing? You just lifted such a heavy thing. Waving, are you really only twelve years old?"

Onlookers probably think so too. They whispered and followed out to the open space outside.

Heliga probably guessed what these people were thinking, and he himself knew how contradictory the picture just now was. Since that time after Minimonier completed the demon slaughter, when he regained control of the body, it became like this. The body function has been strengthened a lot, not inferior to some mature power fighters. It's just that this force occasionally gets out of control. For example, when the can is pulled open, the mouth of the can is pulled open, and the drink is spilled on the ground; another example is the full-throwing dart directly through the target, almost stab the gun in the box behind; For another example, I wanted to pat other team members who came up to say hello in a friendly way, but in the end they slapped the other party on the ground, not crying or laughing...

Fortunately, I soon became familiar with this power-this is probably the resonance and feedback that came after receiving the existence of "Dragonborn" and its power in a true sense-Heliga thought.

However, this initial challenge was solved, and the problems that followed afterwards still bothered him.

Those strange magical powers seem to have a deeper engraving in my mind; and the wonderful movements and behaviors spontaneously produced by my own body are undoubtedly proof of the influence of the "Dragonborn" power.

When I finally started to face this power and knew how to actively manipulate it, I realized how difficult it was to restrain this power.

Moreover, Heilijia also found that the Taidao he had brought was completely unsuitable for his current tactics and style of play. In other words, a new weapon must be found to be able to exert one's true strength.

Combining the memory that occasionally appeared in his mind and Bernardo's performance, it seemed that the one-handed sword was the most suitable weapon for him. He did ask for it himself, but those ordinary metal weapons simply couldn't be placed in his hand for too long, they would be worn away and corroded. In fact, there has never been a situation where a master who already possesses a strong strength does not have his own exclusive weapon, so it is not realistic to choose a standard weapon from the warehouse.

Knowing that these weapons are not durable, Heliga suddenly wondered whether he could find a suitable choice from long-range attack weapons? However, the reality is still negative. Those rifles and pistols are simply not suitable for me, and my hit rate is far inferior to the average hunter, let alone a veteran like Fei-even once, I felt something in my hand for a long-range attack. Behaving very awkwardly, he suddenly heard a crackling sound in his hand. It turned out that the original part in the gun was burnt out by the unconscious lightning magic, and bursts of blue smoke appeared.

The young man who walked out was a little languid, and he didn't hold much hope like the helpless weapon maintainer beside him. And Leonidas and Jeno who were on the sidelines also showed strange expressions.

"It's weird, this kid feels really awkward now." Jeno said weakly.

"Yeah... I was very awkward on the battlefield that day, but at least he was very proficient in his actions and won't hold back... Now his personality is normal, but how did this action become such an amateur..." Leonidas said in a deep voice. There is also a hint of helplessness.

"His tactics that day were really full of chic feelings." Jeno nodded, "Neither you nor I can achieve such gorgeous results." Indeed, Jeno himself is an efficient kite trap stream. Leonidas was a rampage of tanks, and the two fighting methods did not have the elegant and comfortable feeling of a teenager.

The conversation between the two did not deliberately lower their voices, so Heliga listened completely. Suddenly, he had an idea in his mind--

Own, should it be Minnie Monier's style of play? After all, that is the power that the "Dragonborn" wants to show to him. Those wonderful magics are what he really should learn to master, and there is no need to deliberately cater to these ordinary weapons before he finds a handy weapon that he can use.

The young man who figured this out, resisting the joy in his heart, quietly glanced at the side of him with helpless expression, as if he was ready to accept the failed weapon maintainer, and then looked at the side who was still talking about something. people.

He suddenly dropped the axe and spear in his hand, and in the surprised eyes of others, the magic energy in his hand gathered——

"Drink!" Suddenly, the power of the lightning rune directly scorched the targets and people used for practice into black coal!

The dummy array that was used to test the efficiency of the "Axe Gunner Charge and Strike" was instantly rushed.

"Ha!" Kicked down the last dummy, and the boy made a victory gesture: "It's so fun!"

"You..." I don't know what to say about a good weapon maintainer, but walked into the field silently and picked up the axe and gun that the boy had thrown away.

"Don't be dejected." Heliga, who had walked back, patted the maintainer who was bent down, and slapped him on the ground, "Ah, sorry...cough, in short, I seem to have found the best fit for me. The method of tactics is not to rely on any weapons, but to rely on my "magic"! "

"Oh... you are happy..." Although I don't know what's going on, but seeing that the teenager is no longer worried, the maintainer is no longer entangled, "Then please take this thing back and put it in. In the box... I don't want to do such a tiring job."

"Hold on, Helika." Just as Helika was about to agree, Jeno and Leo walked forward and stopped him, "Although your "magic" is really useful, but after all, as a hunter , Isn’t it inappropriate to have no weapon at hand? "

"Haha, don't worry about this problem." The voice of "Hunter King" suddenly sounded, and the owner of the voice came slowly, "I have a solution."

P.S: 2 more tomorrow.