Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

".When did you come?"

"I'm always here."

Gordon tugged at the corner of his mouth, secretly worried that he hadn't hunted much recently, and that his senses had become dull.

The swordsman master stood up and said, "It's not time for you to take action. Please leave that Frost Blade Ice Tooth Dragon to me."

Gordon was slightly startled. From what he knew about the sword master, the latter rarely asked for anything. Most of the time, he was like a sculpture, quietly staying in a corner of the stronghold.

He will only enter the battlefield when the investigation team needs him.

"Are you interested in the Frost Blade Ice Tooth Dragon?" Gordon asked tentatively.

"Um."

The swordsman master did not deny it, but instead said with a smile: "Just think of it as a sympathy between old men and gentlemen."

As he spoke, the old hunter raised his left arm, "This time, I also want to learn the hunting methods of the young hunters.

Is that how it’s used? "

The swordsman master tried to pull the trigger, and with a buzzing sound of "Stretch!", the flying claw mounted on the projector shot out, tearing a large hole in the animal skin on the top of the tent.

"Sorry." The swordsman retracted his flying claws in a hurry, but the steel claws rolled back and tore off a whole piece of tent cloth.

Gordon: "."

After a lot of effort, he retracted the flying claws and placed them properly. The swordsman master said with some embarrassment: "It seems that it is time to practice the skills of using the flying claws."

Gordon kicked aside the piece of tent cloth that was torn off by the swordsman. He only felt that the sun was coming out of the west?

The swordsman master is the most traditional hunter in the entire investigation team. Let alone the new flying claw, he has not even used the projectile in the past few decades.

According to his own words - I'm not used to those trendy things, just having this sword in my hand is enough.

Paired with the old armor covered with battle scars, he looks downright handsome.

This old-school "lonely and independent" style of speech was sought after by many young hunters from the martial arts faction. Unfortunately, after experiencing the convenience of projectiles and flying claws, they rebelled one by one.

Except for the grand leader who yells all day long, "Machines are not as good as muscles that have been tempered for thousands of times!", the swordsman master can be said to be the only hunter among the hunters in the investigation team who does not use a projectile.

But what did I see?

The swordsman master not only installed a new projector on his wrist armor, he even installed the latest model of flying claw?

"Why did you suddenly have such an idea?" Gordon asked tentatively.

Of course I don't feel bad.

In fact, the commander-in-chief, the leader of the second phase of the regiment, and Master Yuanye have all tried to persuade the swordsman master many times, but he always looked indifferent.

Why did you suddenly change your mind?

After a brief silence, a calm voice came out through the mask, "Because I'm getting old."

Gordon: "."

This sentence silenced Gordon, who didn't know how to answer it.

You are not old, but you are still very young?

That's nonsense. The swordsman master is already seventy years old. It is extremely rare for an old hunter to be active at this age. Many people's legs and feet are already weak at this age.

Seeing Gordon's confusion, the swordsman took off his helmet, revealing an old face with gray beard and hair, "Hahaha, I don't mean anything else, I'm just stating a fact.

During the previous investigation mission, I met the old Ice-toothed Dragon.

For Icetooth Dragon, the long fang is the most important weapon, just like the sword in the hand.

The Icetooth Dragon that has lost its tusks cannot survive in the cruel nature. Without the sword and armor, he is just a useless old man who can be seen everywhere.

The ice-toothed dragon was very old, and its once proud amber tusks had been broken.

But it actually relied on the frost to condense new fangs, and thus gained the name "Frost Blade", which really made my blood boil. "

The swordsman master touched the huge crack on the helmet that almost cut half of his face, and continued to smile:

“Calling myself a ‘remnant of the old era’, I have stopped moving forward, and I am even complacent to this day. I am really ashamed of myself.

The blade of my heart has been covered in dust for a long time, and it’s time to take a step forward and move on. "

Gordon really didn't expect that the swordsman master would not only investigate the locations of the Frost Blade Ice Tooth Dragon and Qilin, but also experience an "epiphany"?

This is a good thing.

That should be a good thing, right?

However, seeing how accurately the swordsman master just used his flying claw, it might be safer not to use it.

"What about that? The hunt for the Frost Blade Ice Tooth Dragon is not that urgent. Why don't you take a few days to get more familiar with the use of the slinger?"

"Hahaha, there is no need to worry. I am old, but I am not stupid enough to use new techniques in hunting that I am not proficient in.

The so-called continue to move forward does not only refer to such external objects. "

As he spoke, the old hunter's eyes flashed with a blue light unique to courage mode.

"Courage?! When did you develop this?" Gordon asked in surprise.

There are many hunters in the investigation team who are trying to practice courage, but there are only a few who have actually succeeded.

This is because we are all young people full of determination. It should be more difficult for an old man with a calm personality like the swordsman master to master the indomitable will.

If we talk about hunting style, the steady and steady guild style is more in line with the habits of sword masters.

"It's not that difficult." The swordsman chuckled as he put on his helmet, adjusted it left and right, and walked out of the tent.

"I'll bring back good news."

Gordon stayed in the leaky tent of the headquarters, lost in thought.

It wasn't until someone came to report to him that the swordsman had borrowed a sled pulled by a snow deer and left the base that he suddenly reacted.

He seemed to have lost another opportunity to stretch his muscles.

The sled is not difficult to drive, especially when you don't drive the snow deer and let them trot slowly, you almost don't need to operate it.

Even though the swordsman has almost never driven a sled, it still runs very steadily.

He couldn't help but sigh, feeling the convenience of the "tool".

If it were ten or twenty years ago, he would prefer to walk with his own legs, even if the target was dozens of kilometers away.

But now, it's really a bit too much for him to travel long distances in waist-deep snow.

Before the battle officially starts, it's better to save more energy.

Riding on a sled, it took less than two hours for the swordsman to arrive at the snow forest where the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon appeared.

He found a narrow cave as a temporary camp.

The space inside the cave was not spacious, and the entrance was full of ice ridges, so even the sled could not be parked, but at least it was a place to shelter from the wind and snow and rest in peace.

He tied the reins of the snow deer to a big tree covered with bushes, took the supplies off the sled, and then lit a small bonfire in the cave.

While warming his body, he planned to eat some food he brought to fill his stomach, but found that even the dry food roasted by the fire was a little hard to chew.

He sighed, took out a small pot he carried with him, grabbed some clean snow, put it in with the food he brought, and prepared to cook it into paste before eating.

He dozed off for a while unconsciously, until he was awakened by the smell of burning, and the old hunter hurriedly took the small pot off the bonfire.

The dry food porridge with a burnt smell is more like some kind of feed than food, which makes people not very appetizing.

But in this environment, you should be happy to have a bite of hot food.

The swordsman picked some peppers and berries from the nearby woods and put them in the pot. He ate happily.

After filling his stomach and warming his hands and feet, he looked up at the sky.

It should be three or four hours before dark. The old hunter hesitated for a few seconds, and finally put on his cold-proof cloak again and walked out of the warm temporary camp.

"Let's go scout first. The time of the elderly is particularly precious."