I, a mercenary, became a beautiful silver-haired boy

Chapter 865

It can only be said that after being together for so long, Elena's weakness has been completely grasped. He just doesn't know how to refuse. Since he was a child, he has never been able to refuse the requests of his two sisters.

In the end, Elena still lent the magic pistol to Serita, but only agreed to shoot the other party once.

It's not that Elena has any opinion on Serita, but recalling that this prodigal daughter once spent a lot of gold coins to buy the rune sword on her waist, Elena has no confidence in her.

On the road, she randomly found a black mud knight as a target, maintaining a position that the other party could not notice, Serita held the magic pistol with both hands and pointed the muzzle at the other party.

And Elena was behind her, slowly passing his hands through Serita's armpits, and his hands were directly placed on the other party's palms, just like a hand-in-hand teaching.

"Listen carefully, keep your arms tight, the recoil is very strong. If I shoot and break your hand, I don't want to waste energy to treat you."

The words on his lips were not as gentle as the movements of his hands. Sometimes Elena did say one thing and mean another.

"It's just a small pistol. How...how could it break my hand? I'm a well-trained swordsman with strong hands. Don't...don't underestimate me!"

Selita shouted with a red face, but her stuttering appearance showed that she didn't have any confidence at all.

Biting her lower lip lightly, she subconsciously looked at Elena's profile. The other party seemed to be unconcerned and kept looking forward.

"Hey, the reason why aiming is called aiming is that you have to look at the enemy. Even if you stare at my face, the bullet will not hit the enemy. Although I agreed to lend it to you to play with, it doesn't mean that I can tolerate your messing around."

Feeling Selita's gaze, Elena said speechlessly, why should I care about aiming? Could there be some strange automatic aiming function on his face?

"Idiot."

Selita couldn't help but curse in a low voice. She had been dealing with girls for such a long time, but Elena didn't understand the delicate aspects of others at all.

There was no point talking to such a blockhead. Selita focused her attention on her hands. She still felt that it was just a small pistol. It was not heavy in her hand. How could there be any recoil when firing a shot?

She had tried longer and bigger guns in the fortress. Could such a small thing be harder to operate than those big guns?

With this idea in mind, Selita tried to aim. She knew the basic operation with the experience in the fortress, but it was hard to say whether she could hit this one.

Selita didn't bother to think about it. Anyway, it was just a play. After roughly aiming the muzzle at the target, she immediately pulled the trigger.

"Damn!"

A loud noise came out directly. Selita couldn't help but curse on the spot. The recoil made her fall back and her arms felt like they were about to fly.

Fortunately, Elena was behind him all the time. He held Serita's hand steady, and his soft embrace also relieved a lot of recoil, so Serita didn't fall to the ground.

Pah!

It was a bit of a blind cat hitting a dead mouse. The bullet shot out hit the black mud knight's head. The helmet wrapped around the head did not provide any protection. The black mud knight's head exploded like a watermelon on the spot.

The body could no longer maintain its integrity, and it turned into a pool of black mud and crawled on the ground. It would take some time to re-condense.

Pah!

However, Elena didn't give him a chance at all. He raised his hand and a lightning bolt struck him. The evil-breaking lightning evaporated the opponent on the spot.

Although he didn't want to use this kind of torture to do such a meaningless act, in order to ensure the safety of this side, Elena would not be stingy with his own means.

"What's going on? Why is the recoil so strong? My hands are numb!"

Looking at her still shaking hands, Serita's face was full of disbelief. Her hands have been shaking non-stop since she fired the first shot.

"Your gun grip is not accurate. You didn't use force when I asked you to. It would be strange if your hands didn't get numb."

Irena said speechlessly. He had reminded her so many times, but Serita didn't take it seriously at all. She couldn't blame anyone for her broken hands.

"This is not a question of whether your posture is correct or not. Your gun is like a wild horse that is hard to tame. Compared with your weapon, the Principality's musket is as docile as a pet. Is this something for people?!"

Serita shouted in a state of collapse. To be honest, this was beyond her imagination. She could accept the difficulty of use, but she couldn't accept this inhuman design.

My arm was numb after firing the first shot. If I fired two more shots, my arm would be broken. Recalling the various scenes of Irena's battle before, this guy seemed to have fired a lot of single-handed shots.Guns, most of the time, are fired continuously.

Although it is clear that Elena's physique is different from that of ordinary people, and as a half-dragon, she is indeed much stronger, but now Serita finally has a deeper and closer feeling of the real situation.

To put it bluntly, Elena is simply a monster, and his body can hardly be called a normal human. Unless he obtains very rare skills, ordinary humans simply cannot reach his physical strength.

"Is it so exaggerated? It's just a small pistol? The firearms of our principality are also extremely powerful. I don't think they are much worse than Elena's."

Hearing Serita's words, Danif was a little unconvinced. She believed that the principality was the best in the world in terms of firearms.

Elena may have her own unique ideas and can create equipment that is more powerful than ordinary civilian weapons, but she doesn't think Elena's design can surpass the principality by much.

"If you don't believe me, try it yourself. Anyway, I don't want to play anymore. If I fire another shot, I won't even be able to swing my sword anymore."

Selita said angrily, handing the magic pistol in her hand to Danif, who took it without hesitation and fiddled with it for a long time.

"My weapons are not toys, why are they so casual?"

Elena was a little dissatisfied. She hadn't agreed to pass them around yet, but they were sharing them like toys.

"Don't say that, let me try it."

Danif's curiosity was aroused, and now she seemed a little willful.

She walked in front to look for the enemy's traces. Fortunately, the most abundant thing in this undead city is the target.

Soon she saw a black mud knight attracted by the breath of the living, and Danif raised the pistol skillfully without hesitation.

Unlike Selita who had no experience at all, Danif's technique was much more skilled. The way she raised the gun and aimed looked very professional. Looking at her sharp profile, it was like seeing a sharpshooter.