Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Deep underground, isolated from sunlight, the concept of time can easily be disturbed.

Every once in a while, Ancier would take out his pocket watch and take a look. When the hands reached the point of sunset in the evening, he summoned the other two teams that were scattered to explore.

The three teams gathered together, found a cave that was not spacious but strong enough as a temporary camp, and built a bonfire.

They will camp in the golden country tonight.

It's not like Ancier has never considered returning to the camp on the surface. Being prudent, he is actually more inclined to do so.

But the trip back and forth on the road wasted at least half of the day. In addition, the Xuanhuilong left its lair at this time, and it may not be possible to find such a good opportunity to investigate again in the future.

So this time, he decided to take a little more risk.

I took my hunting companions to check carefully and made sure that there were no cracks or tunnels in the cave where the Strange Face Tribe could penetrate.

Anhil also ordered the hunters to take turns to keep watch in three shifts in small teams.

This can minimize the probability of being attacked by a sneak attack.

At night, not only the hunting partners with keen senses, but also the hunters also felt the prying eyes of the Golden Miracle Clan.

They also make some noise from time to time and constantly change their positions, disturbing the hunters' rest and avoiding being locked into position by the hunters.

Ancier rejected the hunters' suggestion to "fight out" and asked them to keep vigil when they should and rest when they should.

Finally spent a not too peaceful night.

Early in the morning, Feng Ying yawned and sat up from the ground, dazed for a few seconds.

"Didn't you sleep well?" Alva, who was writing something in his notebook, turned his head and asked her. .

Feng Ying gasped and said "Hmm".

An Xil looked over and said, "We can spend at most one night in the golden land and return during the day tomorrow."

After hearing this, Feng Ying scratched her messy hair and said, "Actually, we think it should be fine if we persist for two or three days, right?"

Several young hunters nearby also nodded in agreement.

"No, that will cause a significant decline in mental state." Anhil rejected it decisively.

"Don't be greedy, there will be opportunities in the future." After Alva persuaded with a smile, he spread out what he had just finished in front of everyone.

"Come and see this."

"This is."

Gale took a closer look and said in surprise: "The topographic map of Golden Country? Has it been sorted out?"

"It's not too complete, but it still covers about 70% of the area of ​​​​Golden Township. I dare not go into details. At least it can help everyone identify the direction and not get lost."

"The map was made in such a short time. It's amazing." Anhil praised it sincerely.

"It's their credit." Alva tilted his head and pointed at the editors who were preparing breakfast. "I just integrated the information."

The hunters looked around the map.

Gene suddenly spoke, "Huh? So our three teams were completely separated yesterday? The areas we explored didn't overlap?"

What a coincidence, no wonder we can create topographic maps of most areas at once! "

"yes!"

"Really! What a coincidence!"

An Xil looked at these fools in disbelief. How could anyone agree with such stupid remarks?

Don't you realize that it has always been the editor in the team who is responsible for deciding the direction of action?

Anhil starts to worry.

In the Old World, hunters had to do everything themselves, whether they were investigating information, drawing maps, analyzing clues from the natural environment, or even cooking food.

But after arriving in the New World, with the system of editor partners, the hunters who were well taken care of in all aspects only needed to fight.

Not that this is bad.

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Those hunters with relatively simple thinking, who are more accustomed to using their hands than their brains, and whose brains have been trained into muscles, are gradually becoming in a state where they cannot survive without editors.

And people with this kind of personality actually account for a large proportion of the hunter group.

Just like the three members of the Alcohol Squad, one counts each, they are all like this.

If it hadn't been for Mr. Miles forcing them to master various skills that didn't seem to be directly related to hunting in the early years, the three of them might not even be able to draw a simple topographic map.

Not to mention those three.

Isn't there a guy like this in his own team?

Anxier looked at Feng Ying who was holding a big bowl in her hand, with no worries on her face, happily enjoying the breakfast that the editors had just prepared.

Look at Ai Bo who is squatting next to her and looking at her with a smile.

Suddenly I felt a little uncomfortable.

Ask Alva to give her some extra lessons later. If your brain is not used for a long time, it will get rusty.

After having breakfast, extinguishing the bonfire, and tidying up the temporary camp that provided them with shelter for the night, the hunters set off again.

It is still the strategy of three teams acting separately, which is more efficient.

"By the way, Evelin and her team never came back. Where did they go with the brilliant dragon?" Gale suddenly asked.

"It's a good thing they didn't come back."

Ancier glanced at a steamed bun crab that was slowly crawling by. "If they come back, it means the return of the Xuanhui Dragon. Then we should consider retreating."

"Same." Gale nodded.

After thinking about it, she added, "Wait, what you said is unlucky!"

"Shut up."

There was nothing she could do to deal with this guy, and Anxier's tone of scolding her was weaker than when he scolded Feng Yingjin and the others.

Half a day passed, and it was noon.

According to the agreement before departure, the three teams gathered in the temporary camp where they spent the night last night to exchange information and complete the map.

Anxier specially drove Feng Ying to He Alva's side and asked her to take a good look at how the members of the serious scrivener team summarized the terrain information and compiled it into a map.

Hunters and compilers share their harvests.

Some peculiar scenery, such as the Golden Temple, as well as several unique creatures in the Golden Land, were recorded by them with portable cameras and sketches.

A hunter held out a big crab as big as a palm, as if offering a treasure, and its carapace seemed to be made of pure gold.

She plans to name it "Golden Crab."

A straightforward but boring name.

But after comparison, Ai Bo discovered that this so-called "golden crab" should be the same species of "mantou crab" that Feng Ying discovered yesterday.

Just because more gold is attached to the body surface, it appears a purer and more vivid gold.

At best it can only be considered a rare subspecies.

According to the naming rules that subspecies cannot be separated from the original species, the discoverer could only dejectedly name it - Golden Mantou Crab.

Watching Ai Bo and other editors holding notebooks, they carefully drew sketches and solemnly marked the scientific name of "Golden Mantou Crab".

The young hunters of the fifth group were speechless for a while, and they jointly condemned the "leader"'s random naming behavior.

At this moment, the tooth hound that was lying on the ground and resting jumped up, and the hunting cats also looked in a certain direction.

"Quiet!" An Xil shouted.

The hunters who were joking a second ago immediately stopped talking, and the camp became quiet.

Anhir put his ear to the ground and listened carefully for a moment.

“Something is approaching, it’s from the direction of the entrance to Golden Township.” An Xil’s expression was not very good, “Feng Ying, let’s ride Gale Amber and go over there first to take a look.

Everyone else was also ready to fight and rushed over as soon as possible.

It should be that the Xuanhuilong is back. Evelin's team failed to come back early to warn them, so they may be in danger. "