Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Early morning, weapons and lynx pavilion.

"Hey! This way!"

Ted was big and had a loud voice.

Even though both Gordon and Ancil had seen him and were walking towards him, he still jumped up from the table and shouted and waved, attracting curious glances from the members of the passing investigation team.

Anhil pressed down the brim of his hat and cast a cold gaze.

Ted shrank his neck, lowered his voice and sat down.

Ted, who arrived first for breakfast, had already ordered it for them. Unlike the usual stew and bread, which was refreshing and easy to digest, the food on the table was quite greasy.

Large portions of stewed meat, fried bacon, buttered bread, chunks of cheese, etc., the calories are amazing.

After all, what they were going to do soon was quite physically demanding.

Anxier didn't like eating these so early in the morning. He frowned slightly, but didn't say anything. He picked up the tableware and ate quietly.

Perhaps due to personal taste preferences, Ted's meal added a lot of chili pepper, and the three of them felt sweaty after eating it for a while.

Gordon took off his breastplate, but Ancil didn't even take off the beret on his head.

Ted's eyes changed from expectation to disappointment, and he muttered to reveal his true intention, "It's so hot, take off your hat to cool off.

There is nothing shameful about shaving your head. Haven't I always had a bald head these years? "

Anhil put down the knife and fork in his hand and stared at Ted coldly. It wasn't until Ted raised his hands to express that he didn't dare anymore that he took off his hat and put it aside to continue eating.

In fact, saying that he has a bald head is an exaggeration. At this time, Ancier's hairstyle is indeed much "simpler" than before, but it is still similar to the commander-in-chief's neat hairstyle, maybe a little shorter.

Ted was disappointed again.

Hearing that Gale said that Ancil was burned bald by the breath of the Tyrannosaurus, so he shaved his head, he was looking forward to it.

Is this the result?

Gordon glanced at Ancil and chuckled.

According to Xianglan, Anhil has been spending a lot of time on styling his hair every day just to make his short hair look more beautiful.

How could there be such an ugly and beautiful person?

Needless to say, Gordon Tedder and Ancil's appetite were quite astonishing compared to ordinary people. The three of them quickly cleared a table of high-calorie food.

Ancil put on his hat carefully, Ted clenched his fists, and Gordon put on his armor again and twisted his neck, making a crackling sound.

"Ready to work!"

With weird smiles on their faces that would make monsters tremble when they see them, the three of them arrived at a rough building on the edge of the stronghold.

It was not a house, but a "tower" made of many logs.

This is the dragon shed, where the pterosaurs raised by the survey team live.

Now, this place is occupied by the few acid pterosaurs they brought back. Those guys are also strong "upper-class" beings in the acid pterosaur group. Naturally, the more gentle walking pterosaurs can't compete with them.

The members of the fourth group responsible for raising pterosaurs had no choice but to build another shed for the pterosaurs.

As a result, these bandit-like guys rushed over and occupied the new dragon shed, and almost bit the keeper.

At that time, Gordon and the others were dealing with the problem of the Angry Tyrannosaurus in the western part of the forest. The furious keeper had to find Ted, scolded him, and asked him to quickly tie up the Acid Pterosaurs.

Ted was naturally unhappy after being scolded, but he knew he was wrong, so he had no choice but to vent his anger on the six sour pterodactyls.

After beating those guys hard, they tied them to the old dragon scaffolding with iron chains to prevent them from harassing those poor pterosaurs anymore.

However, this is only a stop-gap measure. Now the breeders don't dare to approach the dragon shed for fear of being bitten, so they can only feed it from a distance.

The three Gordons planned to solve this problem.

There is no good way, it is nothing more than pain education.

After being beaten a few times before, the acid pterosaurs will now be more honest when they see Ted.

They invited the breeder who was responsible for raising the pterosaurs, and in the eyes of the breeder, "Are you trying to kill me?!", they dragged him to the vicinity of the Sour Pterosaur shed.

When he was still about ten meters away from the dragon shed, he refused to leave, because the iron chain of the Pterosaur Pterosaur was only that long, and he would be attacked if he went any further.

"It's okay!" Ted patted his back vigorously, "We'll beat anyone who dares to attack you!"

Anhil also added, "You have to take care of them. It's okay if they don't know you. The IQ of the Acid Pterosaur is not high. We need to let them develop the conditioned reflex of 'attacking the keeper will result in a beating.' "

The breeder said dissatisfiedly: "Even if this habit is developed, they will still attack others when they meet other people."

Gordon moved his wrists and bared his teeth with a grin: "Letting them learn not to attack you is just the first stage of training. Later, we will find more people to let them gradually understand that 'attacking people will result in a beating.'" thing."

The breeder choked. He didn't know whether this simple and crude training method would be effective on the sour pterosaur.

But the methods used by the seniors of the first group to tame the pterosaurs seemed to be quite different.

In fact, the first generation is not very obedient, and can barely be used after training. Generally, the second generation needs to be hatched, and after the third generation, the wildness will gradually fade away.

Fortunately, the growth rate of pterosaur species is not slow, and they can reach sexual maturity in two or three years. Moreover, the ones caught by the hunters are all mature individuals, with two males and four females. It should not be difficult to reproduce the next generation.

"Then let's get started." Gordon pulled down his visor, and his whole demeanor suddenly changed.

The breeder, who had goosebumps all over his body, quickly moved away from him, always feeling like the other person was going to tear him into pieces and eat him alive.

Ted glanced at Gordon's Tyrannosaurus armor curiously, "You haven't used this suit for a long time, haven't you? Why are you taking it out and wearing it now?"

Gordon's laughter passed through the mask, looking a little dull and gloomy, "I'm afraid the new armor will have a much more serious impact on the mind than this one, so get used to it in advance.

Let's get started. "

Anhil stopped the keeper who was shaking his head desperately, and the four of them began to approach the dragon shed.

"Jiga!" The ferocious acid pterosaurs screamed and flew away from the wooden frame, swooping towards this side.

Seeing these monsters that have been thinking about how to eat them alive all day long, swooping in front of them, the breeder almost couldn't help but scream.

Just when the one flying in the front was about to catch the keeper, a big hand grabbed it by the neck and slammed it to the ground.

"You are the most aggressive, right?"

Amidst the pitiful screams, Gordon raised his leg and added a kick to the side of its head. The acid pterosaur said "Gah!" and stopped moving.

"Oh!" Ted also clasped his fists with both hands and knocked the other end to the ground.

The remaining acid pterosaurs realized that something was wrong, and flapped their wings to run away, but they forgot that their legs were all tied with chains, and they could no longer fly after flying for more than ten meters.

Gordon and Ted laughed ferociously and pulled the chains to pull them down.

"Oh, you are so powerful!"

"Haha! This is great. Otherwise, how would you be able to fly us?"

"Yeah too!"

"Pull them together, one end at a time! Beat one until they are stunned and then pull down the other!"

"Gah——!"

Anhil had no intention of getting involved directly. He stood by the dumbfounded keeper and warned loudly, "Hey! It's hard to catch it. Take it easy, don't get killed."

"Haha, don't worry, we've got you covered!"

"Gah——!" Another Sour Pterodactyl fell softly to the ground and made no movement.