Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

"Take off the helmet first, and get back to your senses."

The old craftsman knocked on the anvil beside him, and the "dang dang" sound broke the silence in the processing shop.

Gordon took another deep breath, suppressed the inexplicable desire to destroy in his heart, threw away the broken iron rod, and took off the helmet.

Hayata quickly took a few steps forward and said worriedly: "Senior Gordon, you don't seem to be looking well."

Gordon showed her a forced smile, then turned to look at the old craftsman, "Is this set of equipment 'live'?"

"Sit down, the old man will tell you slowly, it's not as exaggerated as you think."

Gordon leaned against the table, and everyone else found a place to sit down.

"The material of the Tyrannosaurus has always been regarded as 'unknown', not only because of the violence of the Tyrannosaurus itself, but also because the equipment made of the material of the Tyrannosaurus will continue this madness to a certain extent.

To put it in a simpler way, the equipment of the Tyrannosaurus rex can easily make the user more aggressive. "

"What's the reason?" Anshir couldn't help asking, "It's hard for me to imagine that a piece of equipment that was originally a dead thing would actually affect the user's thinking.

Is it because the material contains some hallucinogenic substances? Or special energy? Or what other reasons? "

"The reason is unknown, I personally prefer the 'energy theory'."

The old craftsman glanced at him, and then continued to say to Gordon: "If you still plan to continue using this set of equipment, you must learn to control this negative influence, otherwise

He lost his composure in the hunting ground, and the result is needless to say. "

"Um."

Gordon nodded, "Although it is a bit tricky, I don't think I will be able to 'tame' a set of equipment, I will get used to this feeling as soon as possible and find a way to restrain myself.

Master Craftsman, do you have any suggestions? "

"Very good. People who don't even have this bit of self-confidence can't control this set of equipment."

The old craftsman smiled and nodded, and then looked at the others, "Listen carefully to the next words, after all, with your strength and age, you will reach the top sooner or later.

The situation of Tyrannosaurus equipment is not an exception among high-level equipment. If you can't bear the corresponding negative effects, sometimes you don't even have the qualification to wear that set of equipment.

So everyone, while honing your muscles and martial arts, don't forget to hone your spirit, mind, skill, and body are indispensable. "

Several people nodded seriously.

"Okay, let's go back to the Tyrannosaurus armor. You should have noticed just now that this armor will provide assistance to the wearer's muscles (attack power UP), just like an external muscle system.

This will greatly increase the user's strength, especially for a great swordsman like you, which is why I said before that this set of equipment will be very suitable for you. "

"Indeed." Gordon clenched his fists, "I feel that the current me is infinitely powerful."

"This is it."

The old craftsman pointed to Gordon, "The power blessing brought by foreign objects can easily give people a similar illusion, and at the same time lose the ability to precisely control power.

It is said that the first time I wore the Tyrannosaurus armor, I crushed my wrist bones. Please pay attention to this. Recently, I should get used to this force and control it as soon as possible.

Don't smash anything just by smashing it. "

"I see."

Gordon nodded, he glanced at his fist, then at Fengying, "I'll try my best to control it."

Fengying hugged her little head in horror.

She thinks that the thing that Master Gordon usually likes to throw at random is herself.

"Ah, by the way, there is still a shortcoming of the Tyrannosaurus armor." The old craftsman knocked on the palm of his hand and quickly reminded: "When you go hunting, remember to bring more food than before.

Wearing Tyrannosaurus armor, it will be easier to get hungry (double hunger). "

"What's the reason for this?" An Xier, who always likes to find out, rubbed his brows and asked.

The old craftsman explained: "The blessing of the Tyrannosaurus armor to strength, on the one hand, comes from its own support to the muscles, and more importantly, it stimulates the muscles in a certain way. The specific principle is more complicated, so I won't go into details up.

Under the stimulation of the equipment, the muscles will explode with greater strength and consume more energy. Isn't it reasonable to feel hungry more easily? "

"Sounds reasonable at first glance, but"

Gordon interrupted Anshir's moji, and asked him a question that he was more concerned about, "Is this hunger temporary, or will it have longer-term and more irreversible effects?"

"Temporarily, you don't have to worry about this, what's called 'Tiranosaur hungry undead' is just a joke, what you really need to pay attention to is emotional control.

Once you're emotionally frenzied, it's not something that can be easily solved by taking off your gear. "

"OK."

"Senior Gordon."

Hayata hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't hold back: "Do you really want to use this kind of dangerous armor? Isn't it too risky?"

"fine."

Gordon picked up the helmet of the Tyrannosaurus armor, held it in front of him like a head, and looked at him.

"In order to go further, I need stronger strength, just a little emotion, and I can still control it."

East Doruma, the airship pad of the Gulong Observation Bureau.

"Carry as much fuel and other supplies as possible. This time the voyage is very long, and it can also be used as ballast to stabilize the cabin."

"Didn't you say you shouldn't carry weapons?! In front of that majestic existence, what's the difference between a heavy bed crossbow and a slingshot?"

"It's too late to disassemble it? Then try to bring as few crossbow shells as possible!"

"Alva, what are you doing here?!"

The professor jumped up and down directing the ground crew to prepare for take-off, and when he noticed that his quiet student had also climbed into the cabin of the airship, he couldn't help cursing.

"The old man is more than three hundred years old, and he is almost enough to live. Do you want to die too, kid?"

Alva didn't speak, just gave the professor a smile, and then continued to help check and adjust various observation instruments.

"Get off!" The professor jumped up and kicked Alva's ass.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts."

Alva rubbed the sore spot, and said helplessly: "Professor, even if this airship is the latest high-speed model equipped with the power system provided by Longli Academy.

You can't drive it across continents, oceans, and storms by yourself. "

"The old man will find a way!"

"Okay, old guy, what Alva said is right." The guild leader who was always standing aside sighed and said:

Just driving smoothly is fine, but this time we have to cross the storm, go deep into the Lingfeng Peak, confirm Lanlong's position and status, and use the peregrine falcon to send back information.

It's impossible to do it by just one person. "

The professor glared at the supervisor irritably, "But you know the danger of this mission! What's the difference between it and sending you to death? How can you let young people."

"professor."

Alva interrupted him at this moment, "You understand, right? For us biologists, is there anything more important than witnessing a great existence like surveying and mapping again?"

The professor was silent, and after a few seconds, he said in a deep voice, "This time, I will really die."

Alva smiled and patted his side, the book bag containing painting tools and albums.

"It's okay to die."