Monster Hunter:Hunter's Notes

When Gordon, who had finished finishing the finishing touches and collecting, walked back to Amos with the blood-stained sword on his shoulders, the latter's expression seemed a little stiff.

It's not that Gordon's performance was so outstanding that it shocked Yamos, it was simply that this guy's increasingly brutal fighting style seriously challenged Yamos's "precise and elegant" combat aesthetics.

He opened his mouth with tangled eyes, but in the end he said nothing.

There is no right or wrong in personal style. The sword and the sword are two weapons with completely different styles. Forcing this child to copy his own style will only create a nondescript image.

He patted Hayata, whose face turned pale again, to comfort him, and at the same time, Yamos smiled bitterly in his heart.

Gordon obviously hasn't grasped the true essence of "inertia" yet.

But this wild fighting style, if it were the few swordsmen in the assembly hall who had trained their muscles to their brains, they might laugh and applaud, right?

Gordon, who put away his big sword, returned to his usual shy young appearance. He scratched the tip of his nose and said with some embarrassment: "Mr. Yamos, what do I mean by 'controlling inertia'?"

That’s a little bit not quite right…”

"There is no right or wrong."

Yamos waved his hand, "I have told you the basic concept. Whether it can be formed and how to form a style that suits you depends on you."

"I understand." After hearing Yamos' words, Gordon felt relieved.

He glanced at the corpse of the Qimian Clan not far away.

Counting the five hunted by Yamos, they had already hunted nine odd-faced tribesmen, and they were still about half way from completing their target of twenty.

The efficiency is good.

The three of them rested on the spot and waited for a while, but unfortunately no more strange-faced people came to their door.

It is different from monsters such as Blue Velociraptor that are beasts in nature.

The strange-faced tribe with nearly human IQ will not die in vain. According to Gordon's guess, these guys should be hiding deep in the dense forest.

After hesitating for a moment, Gordon suggested continuing to go deeper into the Qimian Clan's territory.

As for being ambushed and besieged by a large number of strange-faced tribesmen, he wasn't too worried.

It is true that the Qimian tribe lives in gatherings, but because they have not mastered farming techniques, they cannot have a large group due to food supply reasons.

In this regard, Pork Chop, who grew up in the mountains and forests, has a strong say. According to him, the number of twenty to thirty is already the limit.

Excluding those that have been solved, even if the remaining ones swarm over, it is unlikely to cause too much trouble to them.

You know, there is also a high-ranking swordsman in their team.

However, what Gordon didn't expect was that after telling Yamos his thoughts, the latter refused decisively.

"No, we can't go too deep, just search and hunt nearby." Yamos's attitude was unexpectedly firm.

Gordon was stunned when he heard this, and immediately remembered the existence of Hayata.

Also, unlike him and Yamos, Hayata, who has just started hunter training, has poor self-protection capabilities. If he is attacked by a large number of strange-faced tribes, accidents will inevitably occur if he is not taken care of well.

At this moment, Yamos' words once again exceeded Gordon's expectations.

"It's not Hayata's fault."

"ah?"

Gordon was stunned and couldn't help but glance at Hayata again. The latter bulged his mouth in dissatisfaction. He didn't pay attention, but asked curiously: "Is that because?"

Yamos frowned and hesitated for a few seconds before finally telling the truth.

"Gordon, have you ever heard of the King of Strange Faces?"

"The King of the Strange Face Tribe?" Gordon blinked, "Is he an individual leader of the tribe like the Blue Velociraptor King and the Big Wild Boar King?"

"That's true."

Yamos leaned his back on a nearby tree trunk and continued: "But to be precise, it is not the leader of a tribe, but the king of all the Strange Face tribes in the entire area."

"King? Well, if you put it that way, is the King of the Strange Face Tribe very strong?"

Yamos raised his head and glanced at him, exhaled and said: "It's very strong, and it's not on the same level as monsters like the Blue Speed ​​Dragon King. Let me put it this way, a mission involving hunting the King of the Strange Face Clan, star rating

The lowest rating is five stars."

"Five stars?!!"

Gordon couldn't help shouting, but then remembered that they were still in the hunting ground at this time, and quickly lowered his voice and asked: "Is there really a five-star? Isn't that more powerful than many flying dragon species?

How is it possible? Is this a completely different kind of creature? Can it really be considered a member of the Strange-Faced Clan?"

Yamos glanced at Gordon sideways, raised his chin and pointed in the direction of Hayata, then pointed at himself, "We are all human beings."

Hayata: “…?”

Not paying attention to the little girl's increasingly bulging cheeks, Gordon continued to ask: "So the mission to defeat the Strange Face Clan may also encounter the King of the Strange Face Clan? How can this be designated as a two-star mission!"

Yamos pursed his lips and explained: "Unlike the relatively common leader monster like the Big Wild Boar King, the number of King of the Strange Face Tribe is very small, and they usually move in the core area deep in the dense forest. This kind of monster is located on the periphery of the dense forest.

It is generally impossible to encounter the lower hunting ground."

"That is not bad......"

Before Gordon could breathe a sigh of relief, Yamos continued: "The premise is that you do not accept this task during this season."

"Huh? What does this have to do with seasons?"

"Early summer is a special time for the Qimian Tribe. On the 'Great Moon Night' when the moon is the brightest and brightest throughout the year, the Qimian Tribe groups in nearby areas will gather together to hold the 'Qimian Tribe Festival'."

Listening to Yamos's description, Gordon couldn't help but recall the detailed description of this mission.

——The Qimian clan attacked the caravan in a big way to prepare for the memorial ceremony.

"But, isn't there still less than half a month until the 'Big Moon Night' in June?" Hayata, who felt that she was excluded, also came over and muttered.

Yamos glanced at the two of them helplessly, "If it is really the time when the Qimian Clan's Festival is held, I might let you two little guys enter the Qimian Clan's territory?

On that day, hundreds of strange-faced tribesmen would be enough to swamp you.

Furthermore, now is a relatively dangerous period. The various ethnic groups of the Qimian Clan are busy preparing for memorial ceremonies, and the king of the Qimian Clan will also be wandering around during this period. If he is unlucky...

"

Gordon finally understood what Yamos meant.

It's not that the King of the Strange Face Clan is nearby, but if you break into the depths of the Strange Face Clan's territory during this period, you may encounter the King of the Strange Face Clan who happens to be wandering here.

"What's the probability?" Gordon asked.

"Less than 10%. There are at least dozens of odd-faced tribes in the entire Metabe area. It's not that easy to win the lottery."

"Hey! What's that?"

Gordon suddenly felt that his worries were in vain. When hunting herbivorous dragons to collect raw meat, he might encounter flying dragons. If he had to worry about these small-probability events all day, he no longer had to be a hunter.

"Don't be careless. Too many hunters died because of luck." Yamos's tone was unprecedentedly serious, even a bit scolding.

"We are operating on the outskirts of the Strange Face Clan's territory. Spend as much time as possible. Only hunters who are cautious enough can survive until the day they become stronger!"

"oh......"