Monster Hunter:Hunter's Notes

Chapter 514 Just take off this chapter

At first glance, it looked like a flying dragon, but the orange-red monster's frame was much slender than the flying dragon. It raised its huge spoon-like beak, smashed a small tree in two or three times, and then dragged it away with it in its mouth.

The small tree was dragged to the clearing in the forest and stacked together with the large pile of dead yellow branches.

"Goo-gah-gah!" Torn apart by its claws and giant beak, the small tree quickly turned into countless fragments. After a little tidying up, it became part of the pile of dead branches.

——This is a nest that has not yet been built.

For scholars, especially the team of scriveners who focus on studying monster ecology, the scene of a giant strange bird building a nest in front of them is a rare and "ecological data" of great research value.

But for hunters

Great! It's a nest! It's a pity that it's not sleeping.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter if you chop it with sleep or not."

Gordon walked out of the shadows in the forest and walked straight towards the big strange bird, "Porkchop, you don't have to take action. Just use a flash bomb or a sonic bomb to blow it down when it's about to fly away."

"Okay, meow." Zhupa touched the tool bag behind him, "When it's almost done, come down and set the trap, meow."

That time, I won, but there was nothing to be discouraged about.

Bell's eyes brightened slightly.

"Tsk, annoying."

"That feeling." Bell paused.

This, this, do you still need to continue hunting the little strange birds? If it is definitely necessary, you cannot continue to send people."

".Ah, bad."

Facing the giant orange-red bird that was rushing towards me, I subconsciously picked up the small sword and retreated into a charging posture. This feeling of charging and accelerating still continued.

When they saw the signal, they led the transport team to the blue monster bird, which was dying and fell into a deep coma due to the effects of the trap and capture tranquilizer bombs.

The sword of Fan Chunna, which was sharp but still fair, was like a hammer, swinging the little strange bird's head into the ground. Due to the slow approach, the steady little strange bird staggered over and struggled miserably.

Call.

A gesture of courage.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-!"

This is the first time in many years that no one can wear novice equipment to create such a terrifying feeling.

But that seems strange.

An experienced hunter would inevitably be in a hurry at this moment, but Fan Chun swung his small sword in time and used the reaction force from the hilt to slide again, successfully avoiding the collision attack of the little strange bird.

Bell again showed courage and dodged in time.

Refine it, master it.

I pulled out all the fingernails on all ten fingers.

"Continue, continue to attack, let you practice again."

Bell smiled and raised the small sword again - I haven't found the trick yet.

Then the big strange bird stretched its neck and let out a demonstrative roar.

Fan Chunna's suit, which was still black and new after half a month, had already been dyed dirty red and white by blood stains.

Fan Chunna's sword, which was crudely refined from ore, became more like a saw. The broken blade was soaked in blood that had been wiped clean, and it always exuded the pungent smell of blood.

But after that time, I dodged the attack and immediately picked up the small sword and retreated into a charging posture.

"Gahwu!"

"Um"

"Gah!"

As a researcher of many years, I am sure it was my own hallucination. I seemed to see no trace of blue light disappearing from Bell's eyes.

The fan-shaped auricles played a role similar to a loudspeaker. The huge sound wave forced Bell's footsteps to pause for a moment. After the sound wave stopped for a while, I continued to move backward.

"Mr. Ge Fanchun?"

Bell promised the chief researcher to try to damage the wing membranes as much as possible, so in addition to the wings, those guys almost had a slightly more beautiful carapace under their bodies.

It doesn't feel like that. The heart is beating slowly, there seems to be nothing burning in the body, and the energy accumulation is a little slow!

Its ears were wide open, and it looked warily at Gordon, who was walking towards it.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

It's still a bit less "exciting".

Of course, Bell had not crossed this threshold long ago, but he turned around and faced the little strange bird again, wearing a suit of armor with a defensive effect that was about as good as some newbies.

Faced with the oncoming fear, reacting calmly can naturally gather "courage", but the most efficient way is to face the monster, face the fear, and retreat!

If you hunt a monster like that alone, the guild will give it the qualification to challenge the seven-star promotion task. Therefore, there is no "certificate of veteran" for those monsters.

One paragraph, two paragraphs, eight paragraphs, release!

The conversation between one person and one cat did not lower the volume. The words and footsteps immediately attracted the attention of the big strange bird with keen hearing.

The long-time researcher swallowed, and I calmed down and said, "Thanks to your help, you haven't collected a small enough number of the wing membranes of the little strange birds.

The eight-level charged slash fell under the little strange bird's calf. Due to the wonderful sharpness of Gordonner's sword, the wound caused by the sword was not deep, but the huge force still made the little strange bird make a sound.

Scream.

Although it is only an eight-star security level monster and does not have a slightly evil nickname like "Teacher Yangkuku", in fact, in the eyes of many hunters, especially novice hunters, the little strange birds are quite troublesome.

exist.

Bell raised his eyes and said with a smile: "We haven't even scratched the surface of the basics yet. We should find some more powerful opponents before retreating to actual combat."

Staring at the little strange bird getting up, Bell licked the corner of his mouth.

Bell gripped the hilt of the sword tightly - he didn't want that kind of stimulation.

Hunters who can successfully hunt it will be initially recognized as having the strength to challenge the flying dragon.

Bell, who was maintaining a courageous posture and experiencing this feeling over and over again, clicked his tongue impatiently.

Fan Chun stepped forward, preparing to put a little distance between himself and the little strange bird, and he experienced this feeling.

Long-term researchers from the Dragon Tribe always felt pity for the little guy without the indigo carapace.

The little strange bird raised its head slightly, and pointed the tip of its huge beak towards the hunter who was standing quietly.

When the distance between the two was only seventy meters, the little strange bird finally couldn't bear it anymore and rushed down with a strange cry.

A moment ago, the heartbeat gradually returned to a steady pace, but the fiery emotion had not dissipated yet.

Bell, on the other hand, stood firm, held the sword in both hands, adjusted the muscles and joints of his body, and stared at the giant orange-red bird that was speeding towards him.

Normally, hunters' hunting philosophy is to "cut off one of their fingers", but Bell, in order to let those little strange birds hold on for a while, spend less time practicing with me.

In half a month's time, Bell and Ryuuriin's transport airship made the seventh trip to the ancient forest.

In the Hunter Guild, there are few monsters with similar positioning, such as water dragon, sleeping bird, salon king, strange dragon, etc.

In the future, I just regarded it as the excitement of fighting and didn't pay much attention to it, but now, I don't have any new ideas.

However, the little strange bird that had been stabbed under its leg obviously had such a bad temper. It shook its head, screamed strangely, and chased after him.

Courage, fueled by fear, is burning in my chest.

There was no general obvious feeling, except that the moment he dodged the attack, his heartbeat accelerated for a moment.

The monster gave me a chance to think quickly. Before I realized that the attack failed, the little strange bird roared angrily, turned around, raised its giant beak, and hit it upwards like a hammer hitting a walnut.

The sound of the heart beating slowly can almost be heard directly with the ears.

The shape, momentum, carapace, flight ability, body structure, and breathing ability are all similar to those of the flying dragon species, only slightly inferior.

After the little strange bird pounced and bit it, I successfully used the charged slash in my hand.

The big strange birds occupying the middle and upper ecological niches are not without natural enemies, but it is deeply rooted in the instinct of the group, and the predators that must be vigilant obviously do not include small people like the one in front of them.

Da, a long-time researcher, carefully approached behind Bell, who was standing with his arms folded.

The first seventh time, the target was still a subspecies of small strange bird - a green strange bird whose safety level reached the seven-star level.

At the very first moment when the attack came, Bell spun around and slipped away, but the crisis was not over. Following the giant beak were sharp claws that could easily cut open the chest and abdomen of a small creature.

"It's used."

In this way, the dragon's ship's power sail and directional sail will be free of the worst materials.

Bell didn't take advantage of the situation to pursue it, but instead pondered on the spot and realized it for a moment.

Like the eight little strange birds that followed, they were all beaten to death by Bell with a blunt sword. Damn it, they were beaten half to death or still alive.

(End of chapter)