Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Ancient tree forest north.

This place is inaccessible, let alone transportation teams, and hunters rarely come to this area. There is not even a camp within a hundred kilometers.

Because of this, there are a variety of large monsters that are rare to see in the southern part of the forest.

For example, the trio of female drunkards are targeting Black Wolf Bird.

"Gabababa!"

Maka's strange-faced friend seemed to have discovered something. It jumped and sent out signals.

The three of them gathered around and saw the mark of claws polished on the tree root.

Judging from the size and shape of the claw mark, it should belong to the bird dragon species, and it is not like the short claws of the poisonous demon bird, so it is obvious who it belongs to.

"Nice job." Maka praised Babaka, squatted down, pulled out a knife and started to extract breath samples.

Gale on the side was thoughtful, "There should be a Qimian tribe nearby. How about we call them out? Be a helper?"

"Don't!"

Oshula waved his hand quickly, "Those little things are bombarding us indiscriminately, and the material will be destroyed, and our trip will be in vain.

We didn’t even bring Ted with us this time. Isn’t that just because we were afraid of this? "

"That's right." Gale regretfully put down the whistle calling for the Strange Face Clan.

If it weren't for the material, she would have wanted to show Maka and the others what "thousands of troops come to meet" means.

On the side, Maka, who had completed the extraction, put the sample into the insect guide cage.

Soon, the guide insects flew out, formed a light path in the forest, and began to navigate.

"Get ready to start work!"

Gale and Oshura pulled the crossbow bolt together and loaded the ice shell.

"Two pairs of Ice Fish Dragon launchers, plus an Ice Fish Dragon long-handled knife, Jie Jie Jie! Give it a good time!"

The Demon-Guiding Land, the forest area.

Pulling out the great sword from the broken skull of a black wolf bird.

Gordon turned around and asked, "What number is this?"

Lying in the giant dandelion bush, Alva, who was perfectly hidden, crawled out and recorded the death position of the black wolf bird in his notebook while saying:

"Today's third large monster is also the thirty-second in total."

After finishing speaking, he closed the notebook and said, "This is the sixth day of hunting. The average daily hunting of large monsters is nearly six, which is much higher than the professor's target of four.

Incredible record, as expected of you. "

"There are already more than thirty." Gordon squatted down, cleaning and polishing the blade and said: "The capacity of large monsters in this forest is indeed far higher than that of the ancient tree forest.

Under normal circumstances, hundreds of square kilometers of forest cannot support dozens of large monsters. "

Anhil came over and said, "But we can already feel that the density of monsters is decreasing.

I spent a whole day today, riding around on a thief dragon. It was almost dark now, and I had only hunted the third one.

Unlike the first day, you didn't even have to look for them. They were attracted one after another. Anyone who told me about hunting eight large monsters in a single day would think it was a joke. "

"Indeed, it seems that if this continues for a few more days, the upper ecosystem in the forest area should be emptied."

Gordon chuckled and put away his sword, "Seize the time and simply peel off the material. We are here today and are almost ready to go back.

I told the professor that we should rest for two days to relax, and if we continue to hunt at such a high intensity, it will be too much for even the toughest of men. "

Return to the island camp where the Blue Star is anchored.

After a brief report to the professor, Gordon and the others took off their armor and weapons, sent them to Isana for maintenance, and then came to the deck in casual clothes.

The wind in this sea area is not as sultry as in the south, nor is it as biting and biting as in the northwest ice sea.

After blowing the wind under the setting sun for a while and taking two deep breaths of the moist air with the smell of the sea, my tired body suddenly felt much more relaxed.

Just in time, they met the Bi Team returning on a pterosaur.

"What's the result?" Gordon asked with a smile and waved his hand.

"Of course I can't compare with you." Julius said with a calm expression, "I hunted three heads today, for a total of nineteen."

Although he has a strong temper, many things cannot be compared horizontally, not to mention that there are fewer pens than Yinbian today.

The positioning of the Bitou Hunting Group itself is biased toward investigation and reconnaissance, and all members are equipped with light weapons. They move quickly and secretly.

With their technology, hunting ordinary large monsters is naturally easy.

However, in terms of "slaughter" efficiency, it is naturally inferior to the heavy weapons of almost all members. The only one that can barely be regarded as a light weapon is a tachi.

The silver-bordered hunting group has the word "attack" carved on their foreheads.

"We plan to take a two-day break, what do you say? Should we relax together? Or take the opportunity to catch up on progress?" Gordon asked.

"It's time to rest." Julius breathed softly, "People need to rest, and weapons and armor also need to be carefully maintained by craftsmen.

If we continue to hold on, the efficiency will only become lower and lower. "

Gordon gave him a thumbs up, "Wise choice."

".Do you need to tell me?"

Julius snorted angrily and took his companions to find the professor to report the progress. Then he also took off the weapons and armor and sent them to Isana.

Isana, who was worrying about the four sets of equipment sent by Gordon and the others, couldn't help but curse.

"Isn't your **** poisonous?! How could everyone come together to send it for maintenance?!" (123 emoticons)

Feng Ying imagined a rest day - sunshine, beach, coconut ice drink, seafood and barbecue feast.

A practical day off - drink a bottle of nutritional supplements before going to bed, sleep until you can't sleep, get up, and help Isana maintain weapons and equipment.

"We thought this rest day would be more interesting." Feng Ying muttered, holding a coarse cloth in her hand, wiping the stains on the shield and ax parts bit by bit, and then oiling them.

As for the fine grinding of the ax blade and the maintenance of complex mechanisms such as bottles, Isana is responsible for it.

Gordon, who was sitting cross-legged and repeatedly wiping the sword with the inscription, glanced sideways at her, "What are you dreaming about? Are you really thinking about the sun and the beach?

Is this an ordinary island? Don't you feel panic about wearing a swimsuit and basking in the sun in this damn place? "

"You should at least eat something good."

"Don't worry about this." Hayata, who was oiling the sword, said with a chuckle: "The chef and the others set out to fish early in the morning, so the lunch should be rich."

After hearing this, Feng Ying suddenly became happy again.

Full of expectations, the time soon came to noon, and the head chef did not disappoint her. He prepared a lot of grilled seafood.

On the deck, the rich aroma whets your appetite.

As soon as the sound of cooking started sounding, Feng Ying dropped the maintenance tools and rushed towards a huge grilled sea crab with cheers.

As for why crabs must be grilled, it’s because the chef is not very good at other cooking methods except grilling.

Gordon swallowed and was about to join in when he saw the professor walking over.

The old dragon man's face didn't look good.

Gordon's heart skipped a beat, "What happened?"

"We launched a hot air balloon to monitor the island from high above, and just as we expected, the Guiding Lands' conditioning began to work.

Due to unknown reasons, large monsters are attracted from time to time. "

"Well, how many are there? How does it compare to our hunting speed?"

"Of course it won't be as fast as your hunting speed, but it will also slow down the progress of the 'ecological collapse' battle."

Having said this, the professor paused and said, "I sent out the Peregrine Falcon yesterday and sent a letter to Xingchen to see if more people can be sent over there."

"I ****! Look over there! On the sea at ten o'clock!" Feng Ying, who was chewing crab claws, suddenly burst out in exclamation.

Gordon's conversation with the professor was interrupted.

They quickly came to the side of the ship, took out their telescopes, and looked in the direction indicated by Feng Ying.

A dark green and nearly black figure was swimming on the sea, breaking through the waves.

Judging from the direction and speed, it will land in the Guiding Land in a few minutes at most.

"That's the Dino Tyrannosaurus?!" Gordon was stunned.

"Yes." The professor observed carefully for a moment, "It seems that he is still an angry ghoul!"

"Isn't that a super dangerous guy?!" Feng Ying dropped the half-eaten food and ran back to the cabin to get the equipment.

"We have to get rid of it quickly. If it is allowed to do whatever it wants, the ecology of this island will be bad. Eh?"

"Hahahaha!" The professor, who was always serious, suddenly laughed loudly.

"The adjustment of nature! This is the adjustment of nature! How can a mere demon-gathering place compare to the real nature!"