Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Gordon, who raised his head, was shocked to find that it was still afternoon, but the sky was getting dark rapidly.

The originally sparse and white, cotton-like clouds turned into an unpleasant dark gray, like viscous, insoluble sewage, flowing and converging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The dull thunder echoed in the dark clouds, and the surrounding wind gradually became more violent. In the strong wind, the airship swayed from side to side.

Gordon clung to the railing on the edge of the ship's side, blankly looking at the sky that had become abnormal almost in a blink of an eye.

"Don't be in a daze, boy, wrap the rope around your waist and fasten it! Don't forget the pork chop, and tie it up too. The storm area ahead is too wide, and we can't go around it. We can only continue to rise above the thunderclouds to avoid the storm. "The professor's voice came from the side.

"Up and up meow? Shouldn't we land as soon as possible now meow?" Pig Chop stammered.

"It's too late! Don't talk nonsense! Fasten the safety rope and talk, do you want to be blown off the deck by the wind and smashed into meat paste?!" The professor screamed.

The sharp roar woke Gordon up. In just a few words, he could clearly feel the wind and rain around him becoming more violent, and he was even a little unable to stand still.

He quickly took the two safety ropes thrown by the professor and fixed them on the deck, and quickly wrapped the two-finger-thick ropes tightly around his waist several times, and tied a dead knot again.

Then he grabbed the shivering pork chop lying on the deck and tied it like a silkworm, making sure that even if it fell off the deck accidentally, Gordon was relieved.

Seeing that Gordon had fixed himself and the pork chop, the professor stopped talking nonsense to them, and quickly walked to Lao Hei, who was struggling to steer the wheel, and raised the long binoculars to observe the situation of the storm ahead.

He had to quickly find a relatively safe ascent route. If he rushed into the thundercloud rashly, it wouldn't take long for this small airship to be torn to pieces by the strong wind.

Alva, who was also tied with a safety rope around his waist, staggered over, and explained to the professor with a pale face: "In strong convective weather such as storms and thunderstorms, it is difficult for an airship to land safely.

If you make a forced landing, you may even be directly photographed by the airflow and smashed to pieces on the ground. The relatively safe way is to rise above the thunderclouds in advance before the storm is fully approaching, where it will be relatively calmer. "

"It's not normal, it's so abnormal!" The professor's eyes were full of horror as he observed the terrifying storm cloud gathering in front of the airship at an unscientific speed.

"It's obviously not yet the summer when thunderstorms are frequent, how can there be a thunderstorm of this scale suddenly in the plains?"

For professors and old blacks who travel by airship all year round to observe and study natural ecology, extreme weather such as hurricanes, thunderstorms and hail may be a bit of an exaggeration, but they have long been used to it.

The "calm before the storm" is bullshit.

How could there be no warning signs before the storm arrives? Changes in air pressure, changes in cloud cover, and changes in humidity, using all of these to predict storms in advance has long been instinctive for the professor.

However, the arrival of this storm caught the professor by surprise. When he noticed it, a large-scale storm cloud had already formed.

As a naturally formed strong convective weather, storm clouds cannot appear for no reason, and changes in air pressure, as the most basic symptom, are also one of the necessary prerequisites for its formation.

Without even the basic conditions for its formation, where did this huge storm come from?

In fact, the professor already had some guesses in his heart.

But he's praying, praying that it's just a figment of his mind, praying that it's just a normal storm, that he didn't see it ahead of time simply because he's been too stupid.

"The clouds on the port side are thinner! Turn to the left forty degrees and continue to rise!" Repressing the anxiety in his heart, the professor commanded the airship in a deep voice and continued to sail.

Gordon wanted to help, but only got the reply "Just take care of yourself", tied the pig chop to the strongest main cable, and came to the side of the ship alone.

It was the first time he faced a natural disaster at such a close distance.

His strong hands are tightly grasping the railing, and a safety rope is tied around his waist as a second layer of insurance, but he still has a sense of fear that he will be thrown into the air at any time and be torn apart by the strong wind.

The hull is leaning to starboard.

"What's going on?! Didn't you say to turn the rudder to the left!" The professor's sharp roar came again, and Gordon looked at the bow where the rudder was located.

"It's useless! I've already turned full left, and the airship is out of control!" Lao Hei roared, and the airship lost control again amidst the storm and thunder, which made the experienced helmsman feel terrified.

The airship in the strong wind was like a light leaf, shaking and swaying, moving towards the huge swirling storm cloud in front of the right.

"Damn it! The storm clouds are forming too fast, hurry up! We're about to be sucked in!"

The professor can't do anything except remind loudly.

Gordon watched helplessly as the airship they were on was pulled and dragged weakly by the storm, and kept approaching the tornado column that seemed to connect the sky and the earth.

Like a flying insect caught in a spider's web, knowing that death is at hand, but powerless to escape.

Under the gust of wind, the rain was no longer soft as usual, and it fell on the cloth and deck of the airship's air tank, making a crisp sound like metal colliding.

Several people on the deck were already drenched, but they didn't care about it. They just stared blankly at the giant spiral cloud that had almost enveloped them, flashing thunder from time to time.

Resigning to fate is the only thing they can do at this time.

The moment it was engulfed in the tornado cloud, the airship suddenly began to accelerate. At the same time, the entire hull trembled violently. Wood, metal and ropes rubbed against each other, making a trembling "creaking" sound, even if it disintegrated in the next second. No one would feel surprised if it became fragments all over the sky.

Is this going to die?

Gordon clenched his fists, there was no fear in his heart, only unwillingness.

I haven't hunted dragons yet, I haven't become a famous hunter yet, I haven't seen the wider world yet, there are too many things I want to do but haven't had time to do.

"Crack!" The crisp sound of the wood breaking seemed to hit their hearts directly.

The deck finally could not withstand the ravages of the hurricane, and began to break layer by layer. Everyone closed their eyes, preparing for death.

"Huh?" Maybe five seconds and ten seconds, maybe half a minute, Gordon opened his eyes suspiciously.

The surrounding rain was much lighter, and the wind almost stopped completely. Even the airship, which was shaking violently and might disintegrate at any time, stabilized.

If it weren't for the gray cloud wall that flashed thunder from time to time, Gordon would almost think that everything before was a nightmare of his own.

"We are in the eye of the storm." The professor said with a gloomy face, "It is the center of the storm cyclone. The air pressure here is low and the wind speed is relatively static. We are safe for the time being."

"temporary?"

"The storm is moving at a high speed. It is impossible for us to control the airship to hide in the eye of the wind. It will not be long before we will be thrown out of the eye of the wind, and then sucked in again, and so on until the storm dissipates.

Of course, I don't think the airship will survive much more. The professor kicked a broken and warped deck beside his feet, and said with a wry smile: "This feeling of waiting for death twice in a row is really terrible. "