Monster Hunter:Hunter's Notes

Chapter 290 Big Sword and Sketch

Seeing Gordon fell silent, the professor explained: "Among the flying dragon species, there are several types of monsters with weak dragon resistance, such as fire dragons, booming dragons, armored dragons, etc.

The key is the ancient dragon species. It can be said that almost every known ancient dragon has low tolerance to dragon attributes, and the older and more powerful the ancient dragon is, the more so it is."

Alva whispered a reminder from the side, "Professor Qilin, Qilin's dragon is not bad at patience."

The professor choked and muttered somewhat depressedly: "Yes, Qilin is an exception, but seriously, why is this thing classified as an ancient dragon species?

I would say it should be a herbivorous species. Isn’t the Spirit Deer and Snow Deer immune to dragon attributes?

It’s really a shame for the ancient dragon, whose ecological niche is not as high as that of the golden lion.”

Alva: "."

After complaining for a while, the professor continued to face Gordon: "Even the Ancient Dragon Observation Bureau has great limitations in its research on ancient dragons, and there is too much information that has not yet been discovered.

Let me tell you this, if one day you have a reason to face an ancient dragon, a weapon with dragon attributes is definitely the most versatile one."

The great craftsman's mother-in-law said quietly: "What the old man said is generally correct, but little Gordon, you have to remember that you are a great swordsman, and attribute attacks are not what you should pursue.

If you have the opportunity to hunt the Boom Dragon or the Horned Dragon Sword, I suggest that you make the Boom Boom Sword or the Horned Dragon Sword. The former takes shape faster and the latter has a higher upper limit.

That is the truly all-purpose great sword.”

The professor's beard stood up with anger. Why did everyone like to argue with him today?

The key is that these arguments are reasonable. As a scholar, he must seek truth from facts, so he cannot refute them.

Xianglan, who had been looking around but couldn't bear to interrupt, finally couldn't help her curiosity, tilted her head and said, "So what kind of cat is a dragon?"

Gordon's Fire Sword will emit fire, and if it's a Dragon Sword, will a dragon come out?"

The great craftsman's mother-in-law seemed to like Ellu Cat very much. She affectionately stroked Pandan's smooth, shiny fur, "Since you are curious, I will demonstrate it to you. Wait a moment."

The old lady walked to the front of the weapons store with her hands behind her back. After a while, she came back with a small piece of red scale armor.

Gordon took a quick look and determined that it was the leftover material from the scales of the male fire dragon. He had worn armor made of the same material for more than a year, so he was naturally familiar with it.

The great craftsman took a pair of tweezers, clamped the broken dragon scale, and gently pressed it onto the blade of the Epitaph Sword.

"Zi——"

A cluster of ominous black light with a red arc flashed, and the dragon scale fragments the size of fingernails on the sword blade suddenly shattered.

"That's it."

"interesting."

Gordon walked to the weapon rack, reached out and grabbed the hilt of the Epitaph Sword, and raised it with both arms.

"It's quite heavy."

The epitaph sword made of pure metal was two points heavier than the Fire Dragon Sword. Even he had to use both hands to lift it easily.

However, great swordsmen are not afraid of sinking swords. For them, the heavier the sword, the more powerful it is!

"Okay, okay, put it down quickly, then go back and smash through the floor of the store." The big craftsman stopped Gordon, who looked eager to try, and seemed to want to put the big sword on his shoulder.

Gordon smiled dryly, put the sword back on the weapon rack, and said to the professor: "Professor, if you need it, you can take the epitaph today, but..."

"I understand! Research carefully and don't damage it. Leave an address and I will send it back to your home in two days. I will write you a note first!" After saying this, the professor who was very enthusiastic about research ran to find paper and pen.

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At the same time, he did not forget to urge Alva to go back and find someone to help lift the sword, otherwise they would not be able to lift it with their combined strength.

"Okay, don't bother with that old guy. Let's take a look at the other equipment you customized. Kitty, your new cat armor is very beautiful~"

As expected, the professor did not break his promise.

Early two days later, Alva and two Scrivener Team logistics staff delivered the epitaph sword to Gordon's home.

After putting down the sword, Alva asked the two support staff to go back first.

He himself looked outside the door and looked left and right, and after confirming that there was nothing abnormal, he closed the door and carefully took out a thick book from the book bag that the scriveners carried.

Gordon looked at this guy helplessly, wondering what he wanted to do, it was like an underground deal.

Alva put the booklet on the table and said in a low voice: "Brother Gordon, the professor asked me to bring this to you, saying that it would be a gift in return for letting him study the Epitaph Sword."

"What is this?" Seeing Alva like this, Gordon didn't dare to open it.

"It's the professor's notes when he was young. Ah, it's not the original, it's the version I copied."

"Could it be that some forbidden knowledge is recorded?"

"Of course not." Alva glanced at Gordon strangely, as if asking Gordon why he had such an idea.

It made Gordon want to beat him.

"But there are indeed some subspecies, or monster information with a small population and a very high ecological niche.

Although this information is not taboo, generally only high-level hunters have access to it.

Please don’t spread it widely. Although this is the professor’s private note and has nothing to do with leaks, it’s not very good after all.”

After listening to Alva's explanation, Gordon nodded clearly.

He picked up the notes and flipped through a few pages, and saw several names that were either completely unfamiliar to him or that he had only heard of.

Skeleton Spider, Golden Lion, Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Gordon's expression became serious. This was undoubtedly a very precious gift.

"Please have some tea, meow." Pork Chop came over holding the freshly brewed black tea and the cup.

"Ah, thank you for the pork chop."

"Alva, also say thank you to the professor for me." Gordon temporarily closed the note.

Most of the materials and information here can be collected slowly by going to great lengths to inquire, investigate, and go to the big library.

But the content in this notebook has been compiled, verified and condensed by the professor.

It can save him a lot of time in collecting information.

Nothing happened, the two of them were drinking tea and chatting.

"The last few times we met, we were in a hurry and didn't even have time to ask you."

Gordon took a sip of tea from his big cup and said half-jokingly: "How's your running practice going?"

Alva's dream was to enter the hunting grounds, observe monsters up close, and record the ecology. Gordon suggested that Alva practice running.

If you are attacked by a monster like this, your chances of escaping with your life are at least higher.

Speaking of this, Alva is very proud, "I have been practicing cross-country obstacle running. Now running five kilometers is no longer a big deal for me. I can also persist in ten kilometers!"

"Alva has indeed become stronger than before." Pig Chop objectively commented: "My legs are almost as thick as Gordon's forearms."

Alva looked at Gordon, whose muscles were gnarled, and then at himself, who could only be described as slender, and slumped his shoulders in frustration.

Gordon patted Pork Chop's head, looked at Alva and said seriously: "Don't underestimate your own growth. You have been to the wild many times, right? You have been close to monsters, you have been attacked, and you have escaped with your life."

Alva nodded slightly, "Brother Gordon, how do you know?"

"I saw the scars on your arms, Velociraptor? And the ones on your neck."

"Well, Blue Velociraptor has a snake dragon around its neck."

Alva touched the scar, hesitated, and took out a huge hard-cover album of paintings from his book bag.

Gordon took it and opened it.

Inside are detailed sketches of monsters, including velociraptors, shield crabs, giant bees, and giant strange birds. Each of them must be seen with one's own eyes to be able to be described vividly.

"Ha! Isn't this a great painting?"

Ps. The character of Alva is set to be an important supporting role, or even one of the protagonists.

Even, in the abandoned outline with the New World as the main stage, he is positioned as aibo.

So it's not water, it will appear again in the future.

(End of chapter)