Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

According to the Golden Miracle Clan, the gold piece fell off the body of the earth god, and the complex patterns on the gold piece are the marks from the god's body.

Thanks to the existence of this piece of gold, unnecessary negotiation, communication, and even threats are no longer necessary.

Monroe simply mentioned it in Gordon's name, and the Golden Faced Tribe patted their masks and said that their tribe would never cause trouble to the investigation team again in the future.

I thought that this incident would always go through some twists and turns, but I didn't expect it to be resolved so easily. Gordon had a kind of self-doubt in his heart, "Is my luck really going to get better?"

The Qimian Clan's ceremony will be held on a full moon night two days later, and the Golden Qimian Clan warmly invites them to stay as guests.

Although the settlement of the Strange Face Clan was not a very comfortable place, it was dark, noisy, and the ground was full of ores, but the group still chose to stay.

Mr. Monroe was very interested in the process of the Strange Face Clan holding the ceremony, and so was Herta. The excitement on their faces seemed to be no less than that of the Strange Face Clan.

Gordon Hayata wasn't that curious about this matter, but as the escorts on this trip, they couldn't leave the two "weak" investigators alone and go back to the stars.

Had to stay together.

In this regard, the Golden Qimian Clan was very excited.

In its view, Gordon is the messenger of the gods. Perhaps only in his presence can the gods appear and accept its tribute and confession.

It even ordered the Strange Face Tribe to select those shiny, high-grade ores and build an ore bed for Gordon.

Unfortunately, Gordon was insensitive to this, and it would be too unpleasant to sleep on.

After staying in the Qimian Clan's cave for less than two hours, Gordon couldn't sit still. He walked over to Mr. Monroe, who was observing the Qimian Clan's carved totems, and said that he wanted to go out for a walk.

The old scholar didn't even bother to turn his head and waved his hand to indicate that he was free to do whatever he wanted.

Gordon asked tentatively: "Then, can we just come back before the Qimian tribe's festival starts?"

"Yes, the festival is at midnight the day after tomorrow. Just come back before the sun sets the day after tomorrow."

"Okay!" Gordon smiled.

Hayata naturally followed. She didn't like squatting in a dark cave and watching the strange-faced tribesmen dancing around the fire.

Herta, on the other hand, was paying attention. She was drawing the charcoal quickly to describe the dance movements of the Strange Face Clan.

In the camp of the Strange Faces, the safety of Mr. Monroe and Herta was still guaranteed, and Gordon and the others left the cave with confidence.

The sunshine outside was so bright that it was hard to keep one's eyes open. Gordon took a while to adapt, and then he lowered his sun-shading palm from his forehead.

The climate of the Great Anthill Desert is not as extreme as the great deserts of the Old World. Even in the driest northern region, many traces of life can still be seen.

The temperature is not so high that I have to drink cold drinks.

Hayata looked at Gordon and asked, "So where are we going now? Back to camp?"

"Go back to whatever camp you want now. Just go back at night." Gordon stretched his waist and stretched his muscles. Some places in the Qimian Clan's cave were relatively low, which made him feel like he couldn't stand up straight.

"It's time for dinner, meow! Find something to eat, meow!" Xianglan raised her paws and suggested.

"Well, I think this is okay."

"I knew it." Hayata rubbed Pandan's head, "Didn't the Qimian Clan just invite us to eat together?"

Gordon smiled dryly, "Have you seen the ingredients of the Strange Face Clan?"

"I didn't pay attention."

"I didn't see anything else clearly, but I saw a dung beetle."

"Alas--?!"

"So the rush to run out is part of the reason."

"All right."

Hayata looked back at the direction of the Strange Face Clan's cave. Although she was not picky about food, the dung beetle was still too exciting.

Gordon unfolded the map and said, "There are no oases nearby, but there are many caves to the northeast. It is marked on the map that there are underground rivers that can be fished in.

How about we fish for lunch? "

"I agree, meow! I have some seasoning for grilled fish, meow!" Pig Chop took out a small bottle.

Hayata and Pandan had no objections.

"Then let's go!" Gordon took the lead and started running.

"Meow?" Xianglan looked a little reluctant, "Don't you ride on a pterosaur, Meow?"

"What kind of pterodactyl can we ride for two or three kilometers? Eat more if you get hungry after running for a while!"

The moment they passed through the hole at the bottom of the rock mountain and entered the cave, the hunters and Elu couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Compared to the scorching sun and hot wind outside, the cool and moist air inside the cave is so comfortable.

"I've been staying here for the past two days, meow! I won't go out, meow!" Xianglan meowed loudly.

Pig Chop sneered out of habit, "Then just stay alone, meow."

Ignoring the two Ellu who were arguing again, Hayata came to an underground pool and squatted down.

The water in the pool was very clear. She took off her wrist armor and carefully dipped her fingertips into the water.

The water was very cold, probably less than 20 degrees Celsius. It should be spring water from deep underground. He licked his fingertips and there was no strange smell. Hayata picked up the water with his palm and took a sip.

"Nice spring water, please change the water in the water bag."

Gordon also came over and poured out the water in the water bag that had been heated by the sun and replaced it with cool spring water.

"Huh? That seems to be it?" Gordon narrowed his eyes.

A red needle-like fin appeared on the water.

"It's the Exploding Arowana! There are Exploding Arowanas here too! There are a lot of fireweeds out there!" Piglet threw away Pandan and ran over excitedly.

"No need to reconcile the bombs now."

"Okay, meow." Zhupa lay down by the water and looked at it for a while, then jumped up, "There is also a sashimi fish meow over there, a really big one!"

"Fortunately, I'm prepared." Gordon chuckled and took out a portable fishing rod from his bag.

He hung up the bait and was about to start fishing when he discovered that Hayata had also taken out a fishing rod.

Gordon was stunned, "You take your fishing rod with you when you go out now?"

"It doesn't take up much space anyway." Hayata smiled and threw out the bait.

As soon as their bait entered the water, fish bit the hook almost immediately. The food resources in the water in the cave were relatively scarce, and the fish in the pool had a strong desire to eat.

Without much effort, the two caught enough fish to last them.

Looking at the greedy tuna jumping and struggling in Hayata's arms, Gordon was a little confused.

Shouldn't this thing be a sea fish? How come this thing can still be caught in the water pool of the cave? Are the waters here connected to the sea?

Forget it, if you don’t understand it, stop thinking about it, just eat it and that’s it.

Pandan assembled the portable barbecue grill very consciously, and Pork Chop also took out a knife, quickly cut open and cleaned the greedy tuna, cut it with a knife, and prepared it for barbecue.

Gordon and the two put away their fishing rods. They were not addicted to fishing like Aziz, so it was enough to catch enough fish to eat.

The fuel used by portable barbecue grills is burning charcoal, which has great firepower and can cook food quickly, but it is also very easy to burn.

Fortunately, the pork chop's grilling skills were proficient enough. It constantly adjusted the distance between the fish and the flames, and soon, the burnt aroma began to spread.

The whole gluttonous tuna was quickly wiped out, and the pork chop was neatly grilled with sashimi.

Pandan, who had eaten so hard, lay down on the ground and stroked her belly, as if this would speed up digestion and allow her to eat more in a while.

A quarrel is a quarrel, and he will never eat less of the pork chop.

"Meow?"

Pandan, who was rolling on the ground, suddenly sat up and moved her ears.

"What's wrong?" Hayata looked over.

Pandan's sense of hearing and smell are very keen. Once there is any movement or abnormality, it is often the first to discover it.

"Don't make any noise yet, meow." Xianglan said.

The hunters stopped moving, and even the pork chop lifted the grilled fish on the grill and stopped turning.

Xianglan lay down on the ground again and put her ears to the ground. This was how she heard some movement just now.

After listening carefully for a while, it raised its head and said, "There is some movement, it should be somewhere deeper in the cave."

"What kind of movement, a big monster?" Gordon asked.

Xianglan gave Pig Chop a gesture, indicating that it could continue grilling fish, and then said: "It's not a meow, it's a small creature meow.

It should be cats such as elf deer or orcs, but there may be a lot of cats, at least a dozen cats. "

"The Elf Deer will not gather together in dozens, and neither will the Strange Face Clan. The nearby Strange Face Clan are all subordinates of the Golden Strange Face Clan, and they will not gather here."

Hayata analyzed, "Maybe it's Detel? Didn't Mr. Monroe say that there is also a Detel ethnic group living in the northern part of the wasteland."

"I have the impression that it's called the 'Guardian Clan'?"

Gordon recalled it and said with a smile: "There shouldn't be any danger. Let's go take a look after we finish eating.

Maybe you can encounter something interesting? "