Monster Hunter:Hunter's Notes

Chapter 423 Sneaking Alva

It's a sunny morning.

There are no gloomy dark clouds overhead, and the warm sunshine shines on the shrubs, and the dewy buds are dazzlingly green.

A deer jumped over and was about to eat two young leaves, but the bush started to move on its own.

The frightened spirit deer screamed and ran away.

"Shrub" walked forward in small steps.

To be precise, this is a person disguised as a bush.

"Since falling from a high altitude didn't kill me, I can't simply entrust my second life here." Alva encouraged himself, using the cover of the bush hanging on his body, he slowly walked

forward.

His target was the wreckage of the airship.

There are a large number of extremely useful supplies stored in the cabin, including burning charcoal that can be used for heating, dry food, medicine, ropes, canvas, etc.

Right now, the most important thing is medicine.

A full day has passed since the airship was shot down. The professor was seriously injured, possibly due to infection or catching a cold. He is now suffering from fever and coma.

If he cannot find medicines to take back, he may not be able to wait for support given his age.

Pushing up his cracked glasses, Alva continued to move forward.

He was very cautious, always walking a few steps, pretending to squat in a bush for a while, observing the surrounding situation, and then walking a few more steps.

This is what the seniors in the scrivener team taught him.

How can the unarmed members of the Scrivener Team survive in the dangerous wilderness?

Two ways.

The first is to run. As long as you run fast enough so that the monsters can't catch up with you, you will be safe.

Gordon also said similar things to him, so he practiced long-distance running for several years.

It's a pity that this method is not applicable now. He can run by himself or carry the professor on his back, but the professor's current physical condition cannot withstand the bumps.

Another way is to hide.

As long as monsters can't find you, you're safe.

So he became a bush.

In this matter, he seems to be more talented?

Ever since he was a child, he has been the kind of person with a low sense of presence. When he was a child, there was a situation where he stayed at home and read a book for a whole day, but his parents thought he was lost and searched everywhere for him.

In fact, he was sitting in the study

A little bird flew over and landed on top of his head, lowering its head and combing its feathers with its beak.

Alva moved helplessly, and the frightened bird flew away in a hurry.

"Is my sense of existence really that low?" Alva muttered.

He pushed aside the branches that blocked his view and looked forward to see the last few dozen meters away from the area where the airship wreckage was scattered.

"Don't rush, take your time, take your time."

Resisting the urge to throw away the bush and run directly over, Alva continued to squat and slowly moved forward.

There were many things scattered on the ground around him. For example, what he saw in front of him now was most of the food. The oil paper packaging had long been torn, and the food inside was damp and stained with a lot of soil.

But Alva didn't mind.

The "walking bush" stays on it for a moment, and then the bush moves away.

The food carried disappeared.

"Well, there's some noodles, but luckily they haven't gone bad." Alva muttered as he held the food in his mouth.

It's a pity that he is not a hunter and does not have the ability to "turn animals into barbecue", otherwise the spiritual deer just now should be more delicious.

Finally, he came to the wreckage of the airship.

After carefully confirming that there was no threat around him, including in the sky, he crawled out of the bushes and ducked into the cabin where only half of the cabin was left.

"Phew—time is running out."

Alva took a breath and quickly rummaged through the tangled mess.

A magnifying glass? It can be used for lighting fires. Take it with you.

A knife for cutting paper? Maybe you can use it and bring it with you.

This is a bottle of medicine that can reduce fever! Found it!

Alva cheered softly. He was convinced that the mess in front of him was not a garbage pile, but a treasure pile!

Keep searching.

Is this carrying food?!

In the dark, narrow, and even upside-down broken cabin space, Alva twisted around excitedly.

Food! This is the most important material right now, second only to medicines!

There is no shortage of water in the Lingfeng Mountains. With this food, he and the professor can last for a long time.

Maybe we can really wait until support arrives!

Alva took a deep breath to calm down.

He pulled off a piece of canvas and packed the seven or eight items of food, a few sundries, and the most important medicines he had just found.

Just as he was about to walk out of the cabin, a gust of wind came into his ears.

The sunlight that penetrated the cabin through the gap was also blocked, as if there was some kind of giant thing hovering above the wreckage of the airship.

Alva froze.

He lay down carefully, held his breath, and tried his best to reduce his sense of presence.

After more than half a minute, the creature hovering outside seemed to leave.

Alva did not dare to let down his guard and waited for several more minutes before quietly walking to the edge of the cabin and looking out through the cracked hull. There was nothing around him.

It seems that he has indeed left.

Alva rubbed his face. It seemed that he could no longer come to the wreckage of the airship. He had to go back as soon as possible and take the professor away from this area to find a safer place.

Carrying a large amount of supplies, Alva transformed into the bush again and cautiously returned to the hiding place where he and the professor were hiding.

This is a large tree hole three or four meters high from the ground.

Although it is very inconvenient to get up and down, it can effectively prevent the unconscious professor from being picked up by some small monsters when he goes out to find supplies.

He quietly returned to the small tree hole and used branches to hide the hole.

After a lot of effort, Alva hugged his knees and waited quietly after feeding the professor the medicine.

Just when he was in a daze and about to fall asleep, the professor finally woke up from his coma.

“Alva”

When he heard someone calling his name, Alva was confused for a moment, and then said in surprise: "Professor! You finally woke up! Are you okay?"

The professor first breathed slowly for a while, and then slowly checked the injuries on his body bit by bit.

"The left leg is fractured and two ribs are broken. Fortunately, he is still alive for the time being." The antipyretic medicine worked very well. Although the professor was still weak, his eyes had regained clarity.

"What's the situation now?"

"It has been a full day since the crash. This tree hole is less than one kilometer straight from the crash site."

"These are not the key points, ahem." The professor interrupted him, "Where is the information? Has it been sent out?"

"Sent away!"

Alva nodded vigorously, "We were very lucky. Not only did we survive the soft landing, but one of the peregrine falcons survived.

I sent what you wrote down and the coordinates of the crash site on a peregrine falcon.

At the speed of the peregrine falcon, if everything goes well, we will be able to reach East Doruma tomorrow. I don’t know when rescue will arrive.

There should be rescue, right?"

"There should be rescue, but it probably won't be a specialized rescue."

The professor did not say some meaningless nice words to comfort him, "The information we sent is not enough for the guild to make the next decision. The most likely possibility is that the guild sends high-level hunters to conduct reconnaissance from the ground.

By the way, they will also search and rescue us, so I suggest you not to have too high expectations."

(End of chapter)