Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

The great anthill wasteland.

Alva held a complicated map that ordinary people could not understand, and walked step by step while muttering to himself.

"One hundred and seventy steps, turn 40 degrees to the south and east. There is a slope at the foot here. If you calculate it, then walk about 285 steps."

The escort team led by Feng Ying followed behind him.

Dual Swordsman Ruijin yawned, "Boss Feng Ying, do you think this is okay? It's been almost a day."

Feng Ying rolled her eyes at him, "Then do you have any better ideas?"

"Pretend I didn't say it." Ruijin smiled dryly and made a gesture to sew his mouth shut.

"Mr. Alva, stop it." Akarin, the sword wielder who was a whole head taller than Feng Ying, warned in a low voice.

Several hunters immediately stopped chatting and walked up a few steps faster.

Alva put down the map and looked around. When he saw the hunters approaching, he smiled and said: "According to the terrain map, we have arrived."

Feng Ying looked at the thick rock platform under her feet.

arrive?

Alva put away the map and continued: "There must be errors, and it is normal to be a few kilometers away from the real target.

We used this place as the center of the circle and explored the surroundings in circles, focusing on looking for places with cracks and gaps, which were probably the outside of the dome of the target cave. "

"Well, this is really a time-consuming job." Feng Ying muttered.

They were not the only team that set out to find a new entrance. Everyone in the investigation team was ready for a protracted war.

This investigation lasted several days.

The compilers followed the topographic map over and over again to confirm a rough range, while the hunters turned over this area of ​​several square kilometers.

One evening, they finally got something.

Feng Ying led the team and passed by a huge hill-like ant mound. Mia, the heavy crossbowman, noticed with sharp eyes that the guide insects in the guide cage had a slight reaction and glowed with a trace of blue light.

They immediately examined the anthill carefully.

Later, it was discovered that the ant mound had long been abandoned. After digging a little deeper, traces of the transporter ants being burned to ashes by high temperatures were discovered.

Looking down through some slightly larger holes, although there was no such thing as the expected situation of being blinded by the light of gold.

But it is also dark and bottomless, and it is obvious that there is a huge underground space below it.

They launched a signal flare, and the hunters and compilers scattered around saw the signal and gathered together.

Confirmed.

This is the new entrance they have been looking for.

Star stronghold, training ground.

"Bang-bang-!"

Gordon wielded an iron training sword without an edge, and repeatedly struck the solid wood target in front of him, which was more than one meter thick.

Although there is no blade, due to the heavy force carried by the sword body, each sword will leave a palm-width and ten centimeters deep dent in the scattered wood chips.

If it is chopped at this momentum, a target will not be able to hold on for long before it will be chopped into pieces.

In fact, Gordon has smashed countless wooden stakes in order to regain his condition these days.

The supplies squad leader was furious.

Someone has to be arranged to replace the stake targets every day, and sometimes more than one target has to be replaced.

Later, I simply didn't bother to put leather on the stake target, nor did I bother to peel the stake and dry it in the sun. This was cheaper, but it wouldn't last long anyway.

She even wanted to give Gordon a strong ax and ask him to help chop down trees in the nearby forest.

"How is your recovery going?" Anhill walked into the training ground and came behind Gordon and asked.

Gordon didn't answer him immediately.

Instead, he suddenly raised the projector on his left arm, pulled the trigger, and used the recoil of the enhanced shooting to accelerate the charge.

On the big sword used for training, the light of golden fighting spirit flashed and then disappeared. With a low voice, he swung down with a powerful slash, completely smashing the tattered solid wood target.

After looking at the debris on the ground, Gordon nodded with satisfaction.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and responded with a smile: "It's almost done. Don't tell me, I haven't hunted seriously for a while, and my bones are a little loose."

"Of course." Anhir threw a water bag to Gordon.

Gordon took it, drank it in one gulp, and stretched his tense muscles, "Let me tell you first, it will be fine for me to move around with you these past few months.

In the last two months, I still have to come back to accompany Hayata. "

After hearing this, Anxier raised his chin helplessly to show his understanding.

I don't know if it was because he was an orphan, but Gordon wanted to be a good husband and father.

This mentality is actually very common.

The Evelyn couple who came to the New World for their children are an example.

Even Gale, although she is still carefree after having Fufu, her way of thinking has changed a lot.

"Then in the past few months, let's attack a few more times and try to scare away the Xuanhuilong. This will make it easier to explore later." Ancil said jokingly.

This statement sounds like a joke, but it is actually a bit serious.

The ancient dragon species are indeed arrogant, but this does not mean that they will not be afraid or flinch.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many records of repelling ancient dragons in the guild files.

Gordon put the training sword back on the weapon rack, "To put it lightly, we also have to draw lots. Isn't the list of each batch of hunters participating in the investigation determined by drawing lots?"

"That's right." Ancier shrugged, "But since the last investigation, it was discovered that there is more than one Glorious Dragon Queen in the Golden Land.

Someone took the initiative to let our silver side appear regularly, well, especially after I spread the news that you would also join.

I solicited everyone's opinions and received unanimous approval.

After all, competitors and thighs are two different concepts. "

"." Gordon didn't know what to say.

"Okay, that's not the point. I'm here to tell you, get ready to go.

Alva and the others have found a new entrance to the Great Ant Mound Wasteland. "

Gordon scratched his hair, "Do I need to prepare anything?"

"It is now confirmed that when the golden armor is not wrapped around the body, water-based attacks are effective against the Xuanhui Dragon. Considering that the ice-based attack has a better cooling effect, it should also be effective.

But after they are covered with gold shells, they are not sure. I am going to try electric shock bombs. The conductivity of gold is first-class.

Be prepared. You really have nothing to prepare. The Great Sword of the Inscription is fine. The Dragon Heat Mechanism [Red Jue Giant Wing Rigel] has a certain amount of dragon attribute energy, which is also suitable. "

"Then let's go to [Red Wing]. If you didn't say so, I would have almost forgotten its full name."

"By the way, Pork Chop is also participating in the battle, right? Let's prepare more explosive bombs. The Brilliant Dragon is too big, so it won't be easy to defeat them with the weapons in our hands.

But there are a lot of terrains in Golden Country that can be exploited, and this is something Pork Chop is good at. "

"Okay, I'll talk to it."

As he said that, Gordon suddenly remembered something and chuckled, "In other words, even though Hayata was replaced by Jean, the team configuration seems to have not changed.

The seven-star swordsman plus a cat was replaced by another seven-star swordsman plus another cat."

Anhil glanced at him sideways, "Jean used a sledgehammer, and if I tell Hayata what you said, what do you think she will think?"

"Please don't."

Isn't this a kind of ntr?