Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

"What did it say?" Ted looked puzzled.

It is said that he regards Babaka as his "son", but in fact he does not know anything about the Qimian language, and his daily communication depends on gesture guessing.

Simple things like eating, drinking, and sleeping are of course easy to express, but Babaka's series of dancing made him completely miss the point.

"Its original words are, 'The big dragon is about to wake up'." Maka no longer had the previous smile on her face, she pressed Babaka's shoulder, and confirmed again in the strange language.

Babaka gave an affirmative answer without hesitation.

Maca looked at Ted and nodded. She trusted Babaka, just like Gordon and the others trusted pork chop.

Ted didn't hesitate, and decided to give an early warning.

In order to attract everyone's attention as quickly as possible, Ted used a "quite drastic" method and sounded the alarm.

He unfolded the noble lady's bright candle, with the muzzle facing the sky, and directly activated the mechanism of the Dragon Striker.

"Boom!"

The ear-shattering roar swept across the silent night sky in an instant.

Everyone looked over, even those who were resting in the tent were called up by their companions and began to gather here.

Madam President was the first to arrive.

She sniffed, and there was a faint smell of wine in the air, and then glanced at the barbecue hidden behind Hayata, her eyebrows raised.

But she didn't have time to pursue these right now, so she stared at Ted and asked straight to the point, "What's going on?"

"The old mountain dragon isn't dead, it's about to wake up." Ted replied bluntly.

Madam President cautiously glanced at the unmoved ruins and stones, "Based?"

Gordon was worried that the taste of alcohol in Ted's mouth would affect the president's judgment of her statement, so he said from the side: "It's Babaka's warning, this little Kinky Noodle."

All eyes were on Babaka.

The little odd noodle clan was a little nervous, and waved and gestured: "Bakagakagaga!"

"Huh? It said."

Just as Maca was about to translate, the president's lady frowned, "Did the other strange-faced tribe tell you? Is there any hunting partner in this battle that is strange-faced?"

Hayata next to Gordon asked him in a low voice, "Ms. President, you know the strange face language."

Glancing at Ms. Fanti who was communicating with Babaka fluently across Maca, Gordon stroked his chin and said, "I've lived for a long time, so it's normal to know more languages?"

"Wild Odd Faces?" Madam President frowned even deeper.

The IQ of the Qimian tribe is not low, and even developed a primitive society, but most of the tribes are not friendly to humans, so they are also defined as "small monsters" by the guild.

It is one thing to strengthen her vigilance with an attitude that she would rather be trusted, but it is really difficult to make her completely trust the wild strange face that has never shown up.

The pork chop protruding from Gordon's feet scratched his ear.

It felt like it had guessed who it was.

"Come out meow!"

The pork chop climbed to the top of Gordon's head and shouted to the surroundings: "Don't worry meow, we won't attack your meow!"

Now, everyone's attention shifted to the pork chop.

Under the eyes of everyone, Gordon, who was being used as a cat climbing frame by the pork chop, was also a little numb.

There was silence in the square, five seconds, ten seconds passed, and there was no response.

"Kababachaka!" Babaka also yelled, but there was still no response.

The lady president glanced around and turned the pipe with her fingertips. After a little thought, she also spoke a strange face language.

"The president said that the other party's safety will be guaranteed." Maca translated to his companions in a low voice.

Another moment of silence.

"Puff soso"

Amidst the sound of slight earth and rock tumbling, a strange-faced tribe wearing a complex bone mask and a figure larger than its peers emerged from the pile of ruins.

Not only it, but in a blink of an eye, several odd-faced tribes emerged, shaking off the sand from their bodies, and guarding him nervously.

Several hunters pulled out their weapons subconsciously, and they realized that the wild strange-faced people in front of them were not ordinary small monsters.

There is also the king of the odd-faced clan with a fairly high danger level.

"Put away your weapons, there will be no danger." Madam President glanced at the few hunters with nervous expressions.

Not to mention that there are more than fifty hunters gathered here, just those few high-ranking hunters have the strength to deal with the King of the Odd Face Clan alone, and the other party dares to show up, which is considered quite sincere.

"It really is you, meow." Zhu Chop scratched his head, the freshly scarred wound on his forehead was still itchy.

The King of the Odd Face Clan with the bone mask took a deep look at it, "Chaka, Gaba Chagala."

Gordon, Hayatta, and Ted all looked at Maca, and the meaning in their eyes was obvious—translate quickly?

Maca looked confused, "The accent is so strange, I, I don't seem to understand?"

"Is it possible that the language of the Qimian tribe here in Shulet is different from that of your hometown in the Great Desert?" Hayata guessed.

The two regions are separated by thousands of kilometers.

Maca picked up Babaka, asked a few words, and said with a delicate expression: "It seems that this is the reason, for the first time I know that there are dialects among the Qimian people in different regions.

The odd face language is Babaka's mother tongue, so it can understand it roughly, but I can't do it well. "

"Then how can the president be able to communicate without barriers?" Ted asked curiously, looking at Ms. Vatican who was seriously communicating with the King of the Odd Face Clan.

Gordon smiled dryly, "After living for a long time, it's understandable to master a few more Qimian dialects, right?"

Ted: "."

Over there, the lady president, who had finished communicating with the king of the odd-faced clan, had an unusually ugly face.

She directly began to give instructions, "Enter the battle state, high-ranking hunters, get ready, others, gather the usable artillery and ammunition that have been sorted out before, and surround them around here."

Without much hesitation, everyone took action immediately.

Non-combat members such as medical staff began to retreat in an orderly manner, the hunters were making a series of pre-battle preparations, and the high-ranking hunters were called together by the president lady.

"Pig Chop, please go to reconnaissance to confirm." President Fan Ti said to Pig Chop.

"I understand meow!"

Seeing the pig chops getting into the ruins, the lady president said to everyone: "According to the king of the odd-faced tribe, the aura of the old mountain dragon is gradually returning to strength. At dawn, at noon at the latest, it should be completely wake."

"At least it's not the worst case. It spent four days in a deep sleep. We only need to hold it for a few more days, and the construction of the new village can be completed." Xia Zuo nodded.

"I just don't know how much its injury has recovered." Gordon said with a wry smile: "I hope what we need to face is not an old mountain dragon in its prime."

"If that's the case, then we can only risk our lives to deal with it."

"Let's discuss and confirm the division of labor and rounds."

While the high-ranking hunters were discussing tactics, the pork chop got out of the ground and rushed over.

"How's the situation?" Madam President asked hastily.

"The king of the odd-faced tribe is talking about the real meow." Pig Chop shook off the dust on his body, "I still can't feel the breath, but the sense of deterrence is much stronger than a few days ago, meow."

"What about the wound? Has it healed?" Gordon asked.

Pig Chop gave a not-so-bad answer, "The wound has stopped bleeding meow, but it hasn't healed meow. It may be because there are too many gravel and foreign objects on the wound, which affected meow."

The hunters heaved a sigh of relief.

If Lao Shanlong really healed from his injuries, how could they break through the defense without cannons, dragon-killing charcoal, city walls and dragon-striking guns?

"Anyway, get ready for a tough battle." Amos said in a deep voice.

"Meow?"

The tips of the pork chop's ears trembled, and it suddenly raised its head.

A black shadow was slowly descending under the cover of the night sky.

It was a fast airboat.