Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

The strange-faced people were dancing and making noise all the way, but Gordon and others no longer had the relaxed mentality they had before.

From what Pig Chop said, they were getting closer to the "underground spring".

Sure enough, the Strange Faces saw that energy as guidance.

The karst landform in the northern part of the Great Ant Mound Wasteland has caused a large number of underground cavities in this area, and collapses occur from time to time. According to Herta, the altar of the Strange Face Tribe is located deep in a collapsed rift somewhere.

As long as you go deep into the rift valley, you can get closer to the area where energy flows.

This is also consistent with the story of the "Underground Golden Country" told by the Golden Miracle Clan.

After reaching the bottom of the rift valley, they entered another cave.

The passages in the cave were crisscrossed with dead ends, making it easy to get lost. Gordon and others had no choice but to follow closely behind the Strange Face Tribe.

For these little guys, the underground cave is like their home's warehouse, where they can always find the right direction.

In this way, after twisting left and right in the cave for a while, they finally came to an underground cave with stalactite pillars everywhere and no bottom visible.

"Why do you think the ground here is a little warm, meow?" Xianglan raised her foot and looked at the pads under her paws, shaking her ears, "You're not going to be close to the magma, meow?"

"Although this cave is very deep, it is still far away from where the magma flows. The bottom layer here is not as thin as the volcanic zone."

As Heta said that, she also squatted down and pressed her palms on the ground to feel it. It was true that there was no moist and cool feeling like there should be in the cave.

She was not very sure: "Maybe it's also because of the energy of the earth's veins?"

Although, her own understanding of this term is not clear.

But I heard the director of the Institute of Ecology say that the reason why the ecological cycle in the New World has flourished to such an almost abnormal level is closely related to the cycle of "earth energy".

As for where this energy begins and ends, it is still not fully understood.

Glancing at the altar located a little further away, Gordon shook his head, "Let's go there first and learn something about Mr. Monroe."

The strange-faced tribesmen have gathered around the altar.

The so-called altar is actually a high platform made of countless shiny metal ores. At the top of the high platform, there is a shiny gold piece.

Under the leadership of the priest leader, the strange-faced tribe danced a strange dance.

Different from the cheerful and casual dance that celebrated festivals on the way here, the Qimian people danced very neatly at this time, stepping on the beat of leather drums, mysterious and solemn.

Mr. Monroe stood aside and watched all this quietly.

In the past two days, he has established a very deep friendship with the Qimian Clan, but after all, he is not a real member of the Qimian Clan, so naturally he will not join in such a religious ceremony.

"Mr. Monroe, will any 'god' really come?" Gordon asked in a low voice.

Monroe leaned on the bone staff and was silent for two seconds before saying: "If it were a few days ago, I would probably give a negative answer immediately.

Just like when we pray to the sky or to the gods, no miracle will come to us immediately.

No matter how pious these strange-faced people are, the 'gods of the earth' should not be able to hear them.

But now, I'm a little unsure.

The energy of the earth's veins is continuing to increase. If this continues, something strange may really happen. "

Gordon frowned slightly. He didn't like the "roundabout" way of speaking of scholars.

"In other words, is there a real possibility that the 'Golden Earth Mother Goddess' will appear?"

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The experienced orc scholar nodded, "I have talked a lot with Cancan in the past two days. Oh yes, Cancan is the name of the golden odd-faced creature.

Cancan said that ‘gods’ like ores.

If that person is attracted by the energy of the earth's veins, happens to pass by nearby, and notices the large pile of high-quality ores here, it is indeed possible for him to show up. "

"Understood, is there any more specific information?" Gordon asked.

"It was also said that the breath of the 'god' can instantly melt metal ore into a liquid state. It should be some kind of ultra-high-temperature breath.

When the liquid metal covers its body, it will form a 'golden armor', which is extremely hard.

Wait, what do you want to do? ! "

Monroe suddenly turned his head to look at Gordon, "Hey! I know you are very powerful, but don't mess around!

Not to mention that it may be a super giant ancient dragon according to the description, these 'believers' alone are enough for you to have a good drink! "

Gordon gave Monroe a helpless look, "Don't really think of us as fools whose muscles have grown into their brains. If there is an existence that has no ill intentions towards us, we would rather stay away."

"That's good, it's best if everything is safe."

Munro nodded, "Listen to Cancan, when the moon reaches the zenith and the energy intensity of the earth's veins reaches its peak, the 'gods' will appear.

I am more interested in the dance of the Qimian Clan. You can go and take a rest now. "

Ignoring the old scholar's subtext of "leave quickly after asking, don't disturb my research", Gordon continued to ask: "One last question.

I have always been curious, is there really a saying about this full-moon night and midnight, or is it just wishful thinking of romantic thinking? "

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The experienced orc scholar seemed to be choked by this question, took a deep breath, and then said: "There is a saying on the night of the full moon that the energy of the earth's veins will become relatively active, refer to the tide.

As for midnight, this may really be nothing. Theoretically, the energy tide of earth veins and the mysterious ancient dragon are possible at any time."

Just as Munro was mid-sentence, the ground suddenly trembled, and the stalactites at the top of the cave fell down.

The pig chop next to him yelled, "It's coming up, meow! That energy is coming up, meow!"

Gordon's hair stood on end.

He didn't expect that changes in the energy of the earth's veins could cause geological activities. You must know that they are now in an underground cave, and above their heads is the rift valley formed by the collapse of the earth.

At this time, there is a subsidence, and they can't escape!

Grabbing the scholar and ignoring the cheering strange-faced tribe, Gordon shouted to his companions: "Get ready to retreat!"

However, at this moment, a suffocating heat wave came, and the huge rocks and stone pillars deep in the cave softened into liquid like ice and snow under the scorching flames, and flowed and disappeared.

A graceful giant shadow, accompanied by a bright golden light that made it difficult to open one's eyes, slowly stepped out of the darkness.

Gordon slightly lowered the arm that was covering his eyes. The majestic life in his sight was suffocating.

It has large golden horns that seem to be made of pure gold, and an equally golden long skirt is draped on it.

Its pace is slow and elegant, like a lady at a banquet. No, a queen.

Even using the word "queen" to describe it is a bit presumptuous.

Perhaps only the title "Golden Mother Goddess of Earth" can be worthy of the life in front of her.

The ground shook rhythmically.

Facing the "god" who slowly walked in, the strange-faced tribe retreated in horror.

This is not surprising, just like someone who is making a wish on a shooting star and suddenly finds that the shooting star turns a corner and falls towards him, he will turn around and run away in panic.

Cancan, the Golden Miracle Clan, is the only exception.

It whimpered, kneeling in front of the altar made of countless ores, and kept shouting something.

The golden eyes of the "god" swept across the mountain of ores, or sacrifices. After a brief silence, it lowered its head and hummed a stream of heat that distorted the air.

The ore hill suddenly turned into a pool of bright golden molten liquid, flowing and spreading, and was about to cover Cancan.

The "god" gently swayed its long golden tail like a dress, and a large pool of gold liquid formed from melted ore stuck to it, turning into a part of the bright skirt.

After completing all this, the "god" turned around, and the stalactites and rock walls in front of him melted automatically to create a passage, and soon, its figure disappeared deep into the earth's veins.

It took more than half a minute for the stunned Cancan to come to his senses. It cheered and chased after him.

More than a dozen of the Qimian Clan let out bursts of screams and cheers, following Cancan's footsteps and stepping into the dark and boundless earth.

More strange-faced tribesmen were wandering around in fear, staying where they were.

The ground shook violently again.

Looking at the falling boulders and the spreading cracks on the ground, Gordon no longer hesitated, picked up Monroe and ran away.

"Run! The cave is about to collapse!"