Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

After returning to the camp, Ted spent a long time, scrubbing and polishing his beloved Sagittarius armor bit by bit.

Of course, it is washed in the lower reaches of the glacier, and the upper reaches are also used to wash ingredients.

At dinner, in order to make up for the psychological trauma, Ted eats Hesse, and most of the big meal cooked by the pork chop goes into his stomach.

Seeing that the dozen or so poisonous dragon cubs brought back to the camp were less than half, Gordon felt lucky.

Fortunately, there are still many left in the cave, otherwise they might not be able to take a few back.

When they left the camp the next day, everyone looked bad, especially Gordon, who was in the same tent as Ted, yawned non-stop.

Someone who was full last night grunted in the first half of the night and snored in the second half of the night. The sound of snoring resounded throughout the camp. If it weren't for the fact that it was too cold outside the tent, he would have froze to death.

Gordon would throw him out no matter what.

They have walked back and forth several times on the route to the cave, and it doesn't matter who leads the way, the whole team is moving forward with a very high efficiency.

The Qimian tribe and Ailu, who are light in body and quick in action on the snow, run around.

Babaka also found a large piece of curved bark, on which the pork chops tied ropes, and made a simple sled, which can be used to carry the poisonous dragon cubs in a while.

Then they dragged and played, taking turns pulling the sled and galloping across the snow.

Ted, who was heavily armored and had to step on a deep hole in the snow with every foot, wanted to sit on it, but was quickly driven off by the three little guys.

It can't be dragged at all.

Ted dismissed the idea of ​​being lazy, and at this time the group had already arrived at the edge of the snowy forest.

"Put the sleigh here."

Gordon said to the pig: "In the rocky ground and caves, this thing is a burden. We will move the poisonous dragon cubs and then install it."

"Good meow!"

Pig Chop tied the sled to a big tree, and everyone continued to move towards the cave.

After spending more than an hour, they finally arrived at the place where the poisonous dragon cubs were stored yesterday.

This place is located quite deep inside the cave—since I was lazy yesterday and didn't move a little further to the exit of the cave, it will naturally take more effort today.

However, when they actually came to the "treasure hidden" stone crevice, they discovered that the problem seemed to be more than just "expend more effort".

".Meow?"

Pig Chop raised his head, staring blankly at the crevice in the stone that had turned into a big hole, his beard trembling.

Ted couldn't help shouting, "Where's the poisonous dragon cub? Where's my big bunch of delicious cuties?"

"Hush."

Gordon let out a gasp, signaling Ted to be quiet, and he stepped back a few steps, staring at the big pit four or five meters above the ground.

Unsurprisingly, this was the handwriting of some kind of large monster, powerful enough to break through the rock wall and eat the poisonous dragon cubs hidden deep in the crevices.

At the same time, the sense of smell should also be exceptionally keen.

Before leaving yesterday, the pork chops used dyed balls to cover up the smell, just to prevent small monsters like Sleeping Dog Dragon with a keen sense of smell and good at jumping from finding out and eating them.

And that kind of monster can actually distinguish the smell of poisonous dragon cubs from the pungent smell of the dye ball?

The latter obviously didn't have any obvious peculiar smell.

"Brother Ted, support me up." Gordon said in a low voice.

Ted nodded and squatted down against the big shield. Gordon stepped on his knees and jumped onto the big shield to stand firm. Ted then roared and pushed Gordon to the front of the big pit while standing up.

There was some blood in the pit.

Gordon originally thought that it belonged to the half-crushed Venomous Dragon cub left in the pit, but after a little identification, he found that it was not.

In the past few days, he has stripped and washed more than one or two poisonous dragon cubs. He naturally knows what the blood of these little creatures is like, at least it is not so dark red and sticky.

So, the blood of the "thief"?

Seeing how violently breaking through the rock wall to get food even if the head is smashed, perhaps it is more appropriate to call it a "robber".

Immediately afterwards, Gordon picked out a small half of dark yellow tooth fragments from the cracked rock wall.

It should be left by the break when the monster bumped hard and gnawed at the crevices of the stone.

He jumped back to the ground and showed the tooth fragments to his companions, "There is no doubt that it is a large carnivorous monster. I can't tell what it is, it may be some kind of large flying dragon."

Maca couldn't help but said: "But, the large flying dragon will be so entangled with those few poisonous monster dragon cubs? It's not enough for them to eat a bite, right? It even drilled into an area as deep as the cave."

"Hard to say."

Gordon frowned and said: "Theoretically, any large monster with a keen sense of smell and powerful power should not be obsessed with that little bit of meat.

Wouldn't it be much more efficient to prey on a mammoth or snow deer casually? "

"Is it possible that the permafrost is too barren, there is nothing to eat, and I'm hungry?" Ted said casually.

Hayata shook his head and said: "Actually, the permafrost is not barren. The cold-resistant mushrooms, grass roots, moss, berries, and bark twigs in the snow forest are all delicious meals for herbivores.

The climate and environment here are not too different from those in the Flasia region, so that even some spirit deer and snow deer cannot be raised. "

"It's meow, there are obviously a lot of meows in the berry moss in the forest, and there are a lot of meows if you pick them casually." Pig Chop answered.

Gordon's expression suddenly became stiff, "Wait, have you seen any herbivores these days? Mammoths, snow deer, spirit deer, mushroom pigs, herbivorous dragons, any kind."

The hunters looked at each other and shook their heads.

Ted rubbed his unshaven chin, and added, "So, it's been a bit peaceful to drive back and forth these two days.

Except for the two sleeping dog dragons that were beaten to death by my uncle the day before yesterday, I didn't see any small monsters, and those two were also skinny."

Gordon, who had some guesses in his mind, squeezed the tooth fragments in his hand, "The dye ball dye around the stone crevice should be stained on that guy.

Pork Chop, can you roughly confirm the direction in which the monster left? "

The pork chop sniffed carefully for a while, then nodded his head and said, "Barely, it's meow, it should be going in that direction, meow, should we start tracking?"

"Catch up! Kill that thief!" Ted eagerly tried.

Gordon rejected Ted's proposal without hesitation, "No, we will return to the camp immediately, as far away from that target as possible, and return directly by airship after returning to the camp."

Noticing Gordon's dignified, even nervous expression, Ru Ted also became cautious.

"Brother Gordon, have you guessed who the thief is? A dangerous monster?"

"Um."

Gordon nodded his chin lightly, "Maka reminded me just now that apart from poisonous dragons, strange dragons and other cave-dwelling species with special habits, flying dragons rarely enter such deep caves.

That would take away their proud flying abilities.

If you exclude the flying dragon species.

With this sense of smell, strength, height, and teeth of this shape, there should be only large beast dragon monsters. "

"Beast dragon species," Ted muttered.

The Burst Hammer Dragon, which is the source of his armor material, is a monster of the Beast Dragon type. It was a hard battle.

Gordon paused, then continued: "Considering that the surrounding animals have almost disappeared, the ferocious personality who would not hesitate to bleed for stuttering, and the legend of the Ice People about the 'all-swallowing demon'.

The one wandering in the depths of the cave is probably that guy.

A seven-star dangerous monster, the gluttonous King of Terror—Ibirojo (Tyrannosaurus). "

Ps.

イビルジョー transliterated into Chinese characters, it looks weird (bushi