Monster Hunter:Hunter's Notes

Chapter 421 It doesn’t matter if you die

"Take off your helmet first and come to your senses."

The old craftsman knocked on the anvil next to him, and the "dang-dang" sound broke the silence in the processing shop.

Gordon took another deep breath, suppressed the inexplicable desire for destruction in his heart, threw away the broken iron rod, and took off his helmet.

Hayata hurriedly took a few steps forward and said worriedly: "Senior Gordon, you don't seem to be looking well."

Gordon gave her a somewhat forced smile, then turned to the old craftsman, "Is this set of equipment 'living'?"

"Sit down, I'll tell you slowly. It's not as exaggerated as you think."

Gordon sat back on the table, and everyone else found a place to sit down.

"The material of the Tyrannosaurus Rex has always been regarded as 'unknown'. This is not only because of the violence of the Tyrannosaurus Rex itself, but also because equipment made of the Tyrannosaurus Rex material will continue this madness to a certain extent.

To put it simply, the equipment of the Dino Tyrannosaurus can easily make the user more aggressive."

"What's the reason?" Ancier couldn't help but ask, "It's hard for me to imagine that a set of equipment that is a dead object can actually affect the user's thinking.

Is it because the material contains some hallucinogenic substances? Or is it energy with special properties? Or some other reason?"

"The reason is unknown. I personally prefer the 'energy theory'."

The old craftsman glanced at him, and then continued to say to Gordon: "If you still plan to continue to use this set of equipment, you must learn to control this negative impact, otherwise

I lost my cool in the hunting ground, and the result is needless to say.”

"Um."

Gordon nodded, "Although it's a bit tricky, I don't think I can even 'tame' a set of equipment. I will get used to this feeling as soon as possible and find a way to restrain myself.

Master craftsman, do you have any suggestions?"

"Very good. People who don't even have this kind of self-confidence can't control this equipment."

The old craftsman smiled and nodded, and then looked at the other people, "You should all listen carefully to the next words. After all, with your strength and age, you will reach the top sooner or later.

The situation of the Dino Tyrannosaurus equipment is not unique among high-level equipment. If you cannot withstand the corresponding negative effects, sometimes you are not even qualified to wear that equipment.

So everyone, while you are honing your muscles and martial arts, don’t forget to hone your spirit as well. Mind, skill and body are both indispensable.”

Several people nodded seriously.

"Okay, let's get back to the Dino Tyrannosaurus armor. You may have noticed just now that this armor will provide assistance to the wearer's muscles (attack power UP), just like an external muscle system.

This will greatly increase the user's power, especially for a great swordsman like you, which is the main reason why I said before that this set of equipment would be very suitable for you."

"Indeed." Gordon clenched his fists, "I feel like I am extremely powerful now."

"This is it."

The old craftsman pointed at Gordon, "The power blessing brought by external objects can easily cause people to have similar illusions, and at the same time lose the ability to accurately control power.

It is said that there was an incident in the past where the first time I put on the Dino Tyrannosaurus armor, my wrist bones were crushed. Please pay attention to this, get used to this power recently, and control it as soon as possible.

Don't just smash something and break it."

"I see."

Gordon nodded. He looked at his fists and then at Feng Ying, "I'll try to control it as much as possible."

Feng Ying hugged her little head in fear.

She felt that the thing that Master Gordon liked to smash the most was himself.

"Ah, by the way, the Tyrannosaurus armor has a shortcoming." The old craftsman tapped the palm of his hand and quickly reminded: "When you go hunting, remember to bring more food than before.

Wearing the Dino Tyrannosaurus armor will make you hungry more easily (double your hunger)."

"What is the principle of this?" An Xil, who always likes to get to the bottom of things, asked, rubbing his eyebrows.

The old craftsman explained: "The strength of the Tyrannosaurus armor comes from its own support for the muscles on the one hand, and more importantly, it stimulates the muscles in some way. The specific principle is relatively complicated, so I won't go into details.

.

When the muscles are stimulated by equipment, they will explode with greater force and consume more energy, making it easier to feel hungry. Isn't it reasonable?"

“It sounds reasonable at first, but”

Gordon interrupted Ancil's fretting and asked him a more concerned question, "Is this hunger temporary, or will it have longer-term and irreversible effects?"

"Temporarily, you don't have to worry about this. The term 'the hungry undead of the Tyrannosaurus' is just a joke. What you really need to pay attention to is emotional control.

Once you're emotionally frantic, it's not something that can be easily solved by taking off your gear."

"OK."

"Senior Gordon."

Hayata hesitated for a long time, but finally couldn't hold back and said: "Do you really want to use such dangerous armor? Is it too risky?"

"fine."

Gordon picked up the helmet of the Tyrannosaurus Armor, held it in front of him like a head, and looked at it.

"In order to go further, I need more strength. It's just a little emotion. I can still control it."

East Doruma, the airship pad of Gulong Observation Bureau.

"Carry as much fuel and other supplies as possible. This voyage is very long, and it can also be used as ballast to stabilize the cabin."

"Didn't I say not to carry weapons?! In front of that majestic existence, what's the difference between a heavy crossbow and a slingshot?"

"It's too late to disassemble it? Then try to bring as few crossbow shells as possible!"

"Alva, what are you doing here?!"

The professor was jumping up and down instructing the ground crew to prepare for takeoff. When he noticed that his quiet student had also climbed into the cabin of the airship, he couldn't help but curse.

"I've almost lived enough at over three hundred years old. Do you want to die too?"

Alva did not speak, but gave the professor a smile, and then continued to help inspect and debug various observation instruments.

"Get out!" The professor jumped up and kicked Alva's butt.

"Ah, it hurts."

Alva rubbed the sore spot and said helplessly: "Professor, even if this airship is the latest high-speed model equipped with the power system provided by Longli Institute.

You can't drive it across continents, oceans, and through storms by yourself."

"I will find a way!"

"Okay, old guy, Alva is right." The guild director who was always standing aside sighed:

It was just a matter of driving smoothly, but this time we had to go through the storm, go deep into the Spirit Peak, confirm the location and status of Lan Long, and use the Peregrine Falcon to send back information.

It is impossible to do it by just one person."

The professor glared at the supervisor irritably, "But you know the danger of this mission! What's the difference between it and dying? How can we let young people do it?"

"professor."

Alva spoke up at this time and interrupted him, "You understand, right? For us biologists, is there anything more important than seeing with our own eyes again such a great existence as mapping?"

The professor was silent. After a few seconds, he said in a deep voice: "This time, you will really die."

Alva smiled and patted the book bag next to him that contained painting supplies and albums.

"It's okay to die."

(End of chapter)