Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Fengying dragged Anshir to the meeting place and tavern.

The tavern was very deserted, as long as the hunters who were not on missions, most of them couldn't withstand the temptation of the half a million z, and took the missions one after another and went to the hunting ground to try their luck.

This also resulted in a drastic reduction in the number of pending quests for the Loklark Guild.

The mustache guildmaster was happy but also a little bit angry. Dare to say that there are so many unresolved tasks on weekdays, not because of lack of manpower, but because these guys are just lazy.

This gave some sweetness, but the number of tasks was not enough for them to share.

In fact, the vast majority of ordinary hunters do not frequently hunt large monsters, and having three or five hunting records a year is considered a lot.

After all, hunting large monsters is difficult and risky, and the rewards are indeed higher, but the same is true for completing several collection tasks, which is enough to support the family.

The real "challengers" like Gordon and the others who almost only stare at high-dangerous large monsters are very few, which is one of the main reasons why they can become elites in just a few years.

Quite unexpectedly, Fengying and Anshir met the Black Booming Dragon Marydan in front of the mission counter.

Fengying's face was serious, Seven Star Sledgehammer, this is a formidable enemy!

An Xier was also a little surprised, "Did Senior Mary Dan also go for the prize money of the competition?"

Mary Dan bared her teeth at them, embraced those arms that were thicker than ordinary people's heads, and the muscles under the brown-black skin twitched, "Yeah, the baby grows fast, save some money for her."

An Xier and Fengying looked at each other, they didn't know that Mary Dan had a child? I don't know what a tough guy the child's father is.

"What is Senior Marydan planning to hunt?" Anshir asked tentatively.

Maridan, who has a bold personality, didn't mean to hide it either, "A bang dragon came up from the Gobi far to the north, blocking the business roads, my mother is going to hammer it, and bring back some bang dragon meat when the time comes!

Didn't the little princess say that too? She also likes Honglong, hehe, the neck and tail of Honglong are the most chewy! "

After finishing speaking, the fully armed Maridan didn't hesitate, and strode away with a sledgehammer in her hand.

"Is Honglong meat edible?" Fengying couldn't help muttering.

"Maybe." Anshir glanced at Maridan's leaving back, and said in a low voice, "But in terms of universal taste, the meat of carnivorous animals is not very tasty."

"Oh, that's it!" Fengying felt relieved.

After thinking about it, she also felt that the third princess wouldn't like something that sounded like booming dragon meat, and she might be happier getting her a booming dragon head and hanging it in the bedroom.

Fengying was thinking about it, but Anshir had already handed the hunter's note to the Kanban lady, "Show me all the four- to six-star mission slips."

Miss Kanban was surprised by Anshir's hunter level, but she quickly reacted and quickly sorted out a batch of task documents.

Feng Ying leaned over to encourage, "Don't you want to see the mission of Seven Stars? The ingredients on Seven Star monsters will definitely win the prize!"

An Xier squinted at her, "Seven Star? Take the two of you to challenge Seven Star's dangerous monster? Do you want to die?"

Fengying pouted, but she had no choice but to give up.

They came a bit late, and there were not many four- and five-star missions left, and they were full of things that seemed to have nothing to do with "deliciousness", such as sand lions, dragon slaying and so on.

The number of six-star missions is not too many, Fengying is hesitating left and right.

“There seems to be nothing delicious”

"What's delicious?"

A pair of arms suddenly embraced Fengying's waist from behind, and at the same time, she felt something soft squeeze her neck and the back of her head.

Fengying shivered, turned her head away, and then her face was buried in it.

Trying to break away from the "sneaker", Fengying finally saw that standing behind her was a tall and slender huntress.

She was stunned for two seconds before she exclaimed in surprise, "Sister Maca?!"

"Kabacha!"

Babaka, the odd-faced tribe following Maca, also jumped up and down to greet Fengying Anxier.

"Yeah?" Fengying blinked and found something strange, "Sister Maca, where is your breastplate?"

Maca was still equipped with the Thunder Wolf Dragon armor. Feng Ying, who had just changed into the Prison Wolf Dragon not long ago, was very familiar with this set of equipment, and could tell what was missing from Maca at a glance.

The white bra is exposed!

Maca put her hips on her hips, her face was taken for granted, "It's too hot and too tight, I didn't wear it, and I'm not in a hunting ground!"

Fengying: "...Damn it."

Anshir also greeted Maca, "Is the rest of the alcohol hunting group here?"

"without."

Facing Anshir, Maca acted inexplicably well-behaved. She put down her hands on her hips, stood up straight and said, "They're still drinking in Minagarde. I'll come back some time to visit my relatives."

"Visiting relatives?"

"I'm a native of Locklark."

"I see." Anshir nodded.

At this time, Fengying suddenly asked expectantly: "Sister Maca, what is your hunter level now?"

"It was raised to five stars a few months ago! To be precise, it is five and a half stars, hehe!"

"Why haven't you been in the position yet? It's delicious. I'm already five-star. I thought I could hug one more thigh." Fengying's face was full of disappointment.

Maca's expression twisted for a moment, she stretched out her hands to pinch Fengying's cheeks, "Huh? Is this the mouth that made the rude remarks?"

She is older than Gordon Anhill, but she is not yet thirty years old. At this age, five stars can already be regarded as a pretty good result, right?

An Xier thought more than Fengying.

The goal this time is delicious ingredients, not ancient dragons or anything. The strength of a Maca five-star hunter is definitely enough. The most important thing is that she is a local aborigine, and she must know everything about the desert better than the two of them.

There is also Babaka, the little odd noodle tribe. Born in the wild in the desert, it should be better at finding ingredients. If they are willing to join, it may be of great help.

So he took the initiative to extend the invitation.

"Contest?" Maca let go of Fengying's cheeks, looking a little confused.

"That's right." Fengying rubbed her flushed cheeks, and briefly explained the content and rules of the competition, "The winner will get a prize of 500,000 z!"

"Half a million?! I don't even know if it's true or not!" Maca, who had just returned to Locklark, widened her eyes, "I said why the tavern is so quiet, so that's it, those guys."

"So you want to join?" Anshir asked with a smile.

"Join, join! There is an old man. There is a seven-star hunter leading the team, why not join!" Maca agreed happily, and Babaka also jumped up and down.

An Xier nodded, "Okay, if you win, the bounty of 500,000 z will be 200,000 for me, and 100,000 for Fengying."

"Hey! Why am I the least!"

"Because they are locals and much more useful than you."

Fengying was in a hurry, and Maka, who had a good relationship with her, smiled and smoothed things over, "Okay, okay, old Anshir gets 200,000, and the two of us will each share 150,000, hehe, if we can win. "

"Sister Maka!" Fengying was moved and ready to hug her.

"Okay, don't be obedient." Anshir pulled her back by her braids, then looked at Maca, "Do you have any good suggestions?

The third princess's preference is sweets, as well as gorgeous and rare things, well, this information was provided by Fengying. "

"Sweets, even gorgeous and rare?" Maca fell into deep thought, "There are not many sweet things in the desert, honey? Desert berries? Cactus balls are also sweet, but these are all related to gorgeous and rare. Not up there?"

"Cha-cha-cha-ba-ga!" Babaka yelled suddenly.

"ah?"

Babaka continued to dance and say a long list, and the only one on the scene who could understand the strange face language, Maca's expression became a little weird.

"So there is such a thing? I don't even know."

"How to say?"

"Babaka said that ceratopsian meat is actually delicious, because although ceratopsian is fierce, it is vegetarian, but if you want to talk about sweets, you may consider ceratopsian eggs, which can be made with good honey and berries. Excellent pudding."

"Pudding? It sounds like something that guy would like." Fengying muttered, "But is this rare? That guy probably can eat things like flying dragon eggs usually."

Maca shrugged and said: "The horned dragon eggs are different, they are very rare, after all, the black horned dragon is a six-star danger level, right?"

"So how do you know that horned dragon eggs are delicious?" Anshir asked Babaka curiously.

"Kababake, chatterbachacha."

After listening for a while, Maca translated: "It said that their tribe once encountered a black-horned dragon and Zhanlong competing for territory, and the strange-faced tribe took the opportunity to sneak in and steal two eggs.

He also said that the egg color of the black horned dragon is very beautiful, silver and black, like obsidian dotted with silver stripes.

By the way, the Zhanlong was finally killed. "

"Sounds appropriate, um, that's it." Anshir nodded, turned around and asked the kanban lady standing at the counter, "Is there a hunting mission for a black-horned dragon? We are going to hunt a black-horned dragon."

"Ah? Didn't you say you want to get eggs?" Fengying asked in surprise.

"That's right, there's no way to steal it, you can only grab it."