Giga Chad crouched low on the ground, using the tall blades of grass as cover.
Thirteen, who was mounted on his back, used his scope to take a closer look at the sleeping Warsor Black Hound in the distance.
This monster had very strong detection ability. Similar to a dolphin, it only slept with half of its brain, leaving the other half alert, ready to wake the Monster up in a hurry.
Vassago, who had taken a good look at the surroundings, landed beside Thirteen and nudged his cheek.
This was his way of saying that aside from the Drow, who was hiding a distance away from them, there were no other threats nearby.
“I guess it’s time to use our secret weapon,” Thirteen muttered as he took out a waterskin that was packed to the brim, not with water, but with Giga Chad’s stink spray in liquid form.
Giga Chad’s spray wasn’t really gaseous in nature.
It was more of a liquid spray that disoriented any Creature it hit, leaving them reeling in pain due to the irritants contained in the Chad Skunk’s foul-smelling weapon.
“Drop it from a height of a hundred meters,” Thirteen ordered. “Make sure to target its head or its upper body. I’ll handle the rest.”
Vassago nodded and held the waterskin firmly in its clawed feet.
Thirteen then took out his bow and arrow, ready to start their operation.
He pulled the string as far as he could, and focused on the task at hand.
The Pocopoco, who had also calculated the speed and location of where it would drop its payload, circled twice in the air to gather momentum.
Upon seeing that the seven-year-old was ready, it released the waterskin from its claws, making it descend at a rapid pace, heading straight towards the sleeping Black Hound.
Thirteen’s gaze locked onto the falling waterskin with a calm expression on his face.
When he deemed that the time was right, he let go of the arrow in his hand, making it fly straight and true.
The Black Hound was sensitive to anything that had locked onto it with killing intent.
If there were any predator who had set their sight on it, it would know right away, which would prompt it to run away as fast as it could.
However, Pocopocos were masters in the art of hiding their true characters and intentions.
Because of this, even if Vassago were to purposely aim at the sleeping Black Hound, its act was completely masked by the bird’s ability to make anything it did, feel and look harmless.
Not sensing any threat from the falling waterskin from the sky, the Black Hound didn’t even stir from its sleep.
The Waterskin was made up of animal skin that would easily burst if dropped from a high place.
As long as the Pocopoco’s aim was true, it would explode at the moment of impact.
Thirteen, who had released the arrow from his bow, was no different from the Pocopoco.
He had achieved a mastery of his senses, so he was capable of controlling his emotions as long as he put his full concentration into it.
Anything that might prompt his target to react on an instinctual level, like killing intent, was deeply concealed, allowing his killer attacks to not have an ounce of killing intent in them.
In short, he was the perfect Assassin who could kill his targets as long as they didn’t have powerful detection abilities, allowing his long-range attacks to bridge the gap between them.
He had also timed his attack the moment the wind blew over the grassland, masking the sound of the arrow in its flight towards its target.
Due to his great accuracy and timing, the arrow he released landed on his target at the same time the waterskin landed on the Black Hound’s face.
Thirteen’s arrow landed on Black Hound’s back and embedded itself firmly in it.
The Monster, who had suddenly been hit by two attacks at once, howled in pain as it tried to immediately stand up and run.
But due to the fact that it was temporarily disoriented, it didn’t know which direction it was running.
The Black Hound wasn’t aware that it was running straight in Thirteen’s direction, which was greatly advantageous to the latter.
Drawing his bow, Thirteen rapidly fired arrows in quick succession, purposely hitting his target’s chest while avoiding the vital parts.
Thirteen planned to capture the Black Hound alive and was only using paralyzing arrows to restrict its movements.
Due to it being disoriented, the Black Hound ignored the pain it was feeling and continued to run in one direction.
Its logic was simple.
As long as it ran, it would be able to escape whoever was attacking it.
It didn’t know that it was only offering itself up on a silver platter, unable to see that it had chosen the wrong direction to run in.
After firing six arrows, the Black Hound ran past Thirteen only to collapse on the ground after Giga Chad extended its feet to trip the Hound’s legs, making it skid on the ground for several meters before coming to a complete stop.
It had tried to stand up, but the effect of the paralyzing venom had finally taken hold of its body.
Just as Thirteen was planning to tie the Black Hound’s legs with the rope that he had stored inside his storage dimension, he heard someone clapping in the distance.
“Marvelous,” Adira said with a satisfied look on her face. “I knew it. You didn’t just come on a casual patrol. You and that Pocopoco understand each other perfectly.
“If Norris were to discover that you have successfully tamed that dumb bird, I’m sure that he would ask you for the method for how you managed to do it.”
Thirteen was unfazed by Adira’s words and even tilted his head in confusion.
“What are you talking about, Lady Adira?” Thirteen asked in confusion.
“Hahaha, very well, I will keep your secret for you,” Adira brushed off the boy’s attempt to make himself look innocent.
But these kinds of tricks wouldn’t work on her.
“So, do you want me to help you?” Adira asked.
“Yes, please,” Thirteen replied in a heartbeat.
The Drow nodded and casually threw a black cube at the fallen monster, which immediately transformed into a steel cage with wheels.
Thirteen then tied the cage to Giga Chad’s body, allowing the Chad Skunk to pull their quarry back to their camp.
Adira also mounted Giga Chad’s back, and even hugged Thirteen from behind, prompting Tiona to hiss at her.
“Calm down, Tiona,” Adira said. “I won’t steal your Master from you. At least, not yet.”
Thirteen, who understood that Adira was a reliable ally, told Tiona not to bite the Drow, and also added the phrase “at least not yet” in the end, which made the Drow giggle.
They were not aware that several miles away from them, a confrontation between the two Overlords was about to take place.
A confrontation that would have dire consequences for the seven-year-old’s hunting group, who had no idea that they were about to be sandwiched in a territorial battle between Two Power Houses, who treated the Warsor Plains as their personal hunting grounds.