Chapter 43: Facing A Horde Of Dreadlings (1/2)

Arion released the bowstring as the arrow got released from the bow and shot forward towards the Dreadlings.

But the arrow missed a Jawfiend by a few inches and struck the rocky walls.

”Damn it!” Arion hissed in frustration and took out another arrow from his quiver. However, he was pleased to see that he was able to shoot an arrow across a few hundred meters.

If Arion had a gun, he would have been more used to aiming with it since he had the experience of using them in his past life.

But bow and arrow was quite foreign to him, but he was still able to shoot an arrow close towards the Jawfiend.

If he did not have experience in aiming, then his arrow would have strayed from the target by at least a few meters or even worse.

He was feeling more strength and vigor in his arms, which he thought was because of the adrenaline in his body being pumped into his system.

All he hoped was that this level of energy and strength remained as long as he needed since he was getting quite fond of it, especially when he was in such a grave situation.

His hand had already grabbed another arrow from his quiver and nocked his arrow. This time he carefully aimed at the Jawfiend that was at the front and held his breath as he let loose his arrow.

*Whiizzz!*

Arion released the bowstring as the arrow shot forward, cutting through the air.

*Sptchhhk!*

This time the arrow found its mark and cut right through the head of one of the Jawfiends, making its hairy legs buckle and collapse. It didn't even get the chance to screech before dying.

”Yes!” Arion's eyes lit up, feeling elated that he scored a kill. He realized that one of the advantages of using a bow and arrow against the Jawfiends from afar was that they weren't fast enough to dodge his arrow...or they were not intelligent enough.

This was Arion's hypothesis, and this only made him feel more confident about scoring more kills from afar.

But as he nocked his third arrow, he was inwardly worried about the amount of time he was taking to aim at one of the Dreadlings since it meant that he could only kill a few of them before the rest of the horde reached him.

They were at least 300 meters away from him, and Arion was feeling panicky, wondering how many he could kill before he got overwhelmed by the rest.

*Whizzz!*

Another arrow shot forward and punctured the head of another Jawfiend, killing it instantly.

*Kreeee!!*