Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Although they were camping in a safe camp, considering that the Strange Face Clan attack had just occurred, Gordon and the others would of course arrange a vigil.

Before the strange-faced tribe entered the camp, it was discovered by Xianglan, who was responsible for the night watch. It used an insect-like whistle to wake up the hunters.

The hunters continued to pretend to be asleep, wanting to see what the strange-faced tribe wanted to do.

In the end, it actually wanted to steal the inscription sword?

This made Gordon even more angry than directly stabbing him, and his fist became harder.

Realizing that it was a trap, the Qimian clan wanted to run away.

If only Gordon, the sword wielder, was there, he might not be able to catch the strange-faced tribe who were light and agile and good at burrowing into the ground.

But if Pork Chop and Pandan are equally flexible, or even more flexible, the result will be different.

After a while, the strange-faced tribe was pressed down by two Ellu and tied into a rope ball.

The Strange Face Tribe struggled hard, but unfortunately couldn't break free. Gordon grinned and lifted it in front of him.

"Wait a moment!"

Mr. Monroe, who was awakened by the noise of arrest, looked at this scene. It took him a few seconds to react and ran over in a hurry, "Don't kill it! Let me ask him first!"

Gordon was not prepared to really hold the strange-faced creature to death. After shaking it hard a few times, he raised it in front of Mr. Monroe.

"Gakka, gakka!"

"Gah?"

"Kaba!"

After Monroe exchanged a few words with the Strange Face Clan, the latter fell silent and stopped answering.

Monroe asked a few more questions, but the strange-faced clan member turned his face away and said nothing as if he hadn't heard.

"A tough talk, right?"

Gordon, who was already angry, shook wildly again, shaking the strange-faced creature dizzy, and it felt like its brains were being shaken, but it still refused to speak.

"It seems we have to find a way to extract a confession." Hayata narrowed her eyes.

Herta also came over. She looked at the bonfire that had not been extinguished, and pointed to the pool deep in the cave, "Fire torture? Or water torture?"

"That's not the case." Hayata laughed dryly.

"Baka, snap, snap!" Monroe scolded in a stern tone, and then put his hand on the mask of the Strange Face Clan, trying to take it off.

"Gah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!" the Qimian tribe screamed and struggled wildly.

But it obviously couldn't break free of the loops of rope, let alone Gordon's big, iron-like hands.

Finally, it gave in.

Lowering his head, his whole "person" became languid, and he muttered answers to Mr. Monroe's questions.

As the exchange continued, Mr. Monroe's expression became serious and strange.

Gordon saw this and asked: "How is it? Do you understand the situation?"

"Put it down." Monroe stroked his beard and said, "The situation is more complicated than we thought."

Gordon threw the Qimian clan to Zhupa, and asked Zhupa and Xianglan to keep a close watch on them.

"So what happened?"

"The previous attack was actually a robbery with a clear purpose." Monroe frowned and said: "It is vague and confusing, but it probably means that this group of strange-faced tribesmen have no interest in harming humans.

But they're collecting ore, and they're collecting a lot of ore.

The transportation team of the fourth phase of the Regiment contains a lot of ore, so it becomes the target of their robbery. "

"Collecting ores? To make weapons?" Hayata asked tentatively.

"Probably not. The Qimian tribe in the New World are highly civilized and have certain forging techniques, but they only stick to very rough smelting and polishing, and they can't make it even by collecting a large amount of ore."

Mr. Monroe pointed to the rough ore knife behind the Strange Face Tribe, which at first glance looked like a hammered stone tool, "Just like this."

"What else can the ore do?" Xianglan muttered as she kicked the Qimian tribe.

Heta continued: "The Qimian language has fewer words, but I heard a word that means 'sacrifice', 'tribute' and 'sacrifice'.

But the previous sentence was too complicated and I couldn’t understand it. "

"Yes." Monroe nodded, "It did say that they collected the ore in order to pay tribute. I asked it who it paid tribute to, and it said it paid tribute to the 'earth', and also said that this was the order of the 'Golden Priest'.

The term ‘golden priest’ is what I translated and summarized. The literal translation should be ‘priest wearing a mask made of gold’. "

The more Gordon listened, the more questions he had. He looked back at his golden sword with inscriptions.

I wonder if this guy mistook this sword to be made of pure gold? So you came here specifically to get this sword?

“I don’t think we need to investigate the location where the attack occurred.” Monroe continued: “Let’s just let us take us to their tribe’s station.

I want to meet the 'Golden Priest'. Perhaps only from him can I understand the whole story. "

"Are there any risks if we enter the Qimian Clan's stronghold like this?" Hayata asked worriedly.

Mr. Monroe thought for a while and said: "This group of Strange Faces lives in the northern part of the Big Ant Mound Wasteland. With the density of resources there, there should not be too many Strange Faces in one tribe.

Moreover, most of the Strange Face Tribe will not stay in the stronghold, but will take turns to disperse in search of food. Therefore, the number of Strange Face Tribe in the stronghold will not exceed twenty or thirty at most. "

Gordon nodded and said: "If there are only twenty or thirty odd-faced tribesmen, it shouldn't be a big problem, but be careful with their blow darts and explosive bombs.

What I am worried about is whether there is a possibility that multiple Strange Face Clan tribes will gather together, just like what we encountered during the Strange Face Clan Festival.

It's hard to say how many Strange Face Clan there are, and maybe there will even be a King of the Strange Face Clan. "

"Don't worry about this. I just made some insinuations. Collecting ore as tribute is the behavior of their tribe, and no other tribe has joined.

There is no King of Strange Faces in their tribe, but they all obey the orders of the 'golden priest'. "

Gordon felt relieved after hearing this.

Orcs in the wild generally don't lie, and they have no concept of "deception."

If the situation is as Mr. Monroe said, then this group of strange-faced people should not be able to pose a threat to them in terms of force.

"Pork Chop, loosen the rope a little, don't suffocate it to death." Gordon said to Pork Chop.

"Good meow."

"You and Xianglan take turns watching it. Just don't let it run away. You have to let it lead the way after dawn."

After speaking, Gordon looked at Monroe again, "But Mr. Monroe, how can we make it agree to take us to its tribe?

The orcs generally don't reveal the specific location of the tribe's headquarters at will, right? "

"Normally it won't be revealed." Monroe said with a smile: "But it has already agreed. In fact, even if it is completely loosened now, it will not run away."

"Ah?" Gordon glanced at the strange-faced tribe that had calmed down and was looking around curiously.

Why did he suddenly become so friendly?

"Because I told it that we are friends of the Strange Face Tribe and we will help them."

Why are we already friends?

Hayata asked in confusion, "To help, do you mean helping to collect ore? Or something else?"

"I didn't say anything clearly, and I didn't really promise anything. Let it be understood by itself." Mr. Monroe stroked his beard and smiled, "This is the cunning art of human language."

Everyone: "."

Facing the disdainful looks of the young people, the old scholar cleared his throat and said, "Ahem. Of course, if you can help, you should try your best.

As long as you can help them solve some problems, you should be able to truly gain the friendship of this group of strange-faced people. "