Monster Hunter:Hunter's Notes

Chapter 582 Early Warning from the Strange Face Clan

Author: It’s a puffer fish

Chapter 582 Early Warning from the Strange Face Clan

"What does it say?" Ted looked confused.

He said he regarded Babaka as his "son", but in fact he knew nothing about the Qimian language and relied on gestures and guesswork to communicate in daily life.

Simple things, such as eating, drinking, and sleeping, are certainly easy to express, but Babaka's long list of dancing made him completely miss the point.

"Its original words were, 'The big dragon is about to wake up.'" Maka's face no longer had the previous laughter. She held Babaka's shoulders and confirmed again in the Qimian language.

Babaka answered in the affirmative without hesitation.

Maka looked at Ted and nodded. She trusted Babaka, just like Gordon and the others trusted Pork Chop.

Ted did not hesitate and decided to issue an early warning immediately.

In order to attract everyone's attention as quickly as possible, Ted used a "pretty drastic" method to sound the alarm.

He unfolded the Noble Lady's Mingzhu, pointed the gun's muzzle in the air, and directly activated the dragon cannon's mechanism.

"Boom!"

The ear-splitting roar instantly swept through the silent night sky all around.

Everyone looked over. Even the people resting in the tent were called by their companions and began to gather here.

The president's lady was one of the first to arrive.

She sniffed, and there was a faint smell of alcohol in the air. She glanced at the barbecue Hayata had hidden behind her and raised her eyebrows.

But she had no time to pursue these matters right now. She stared at Ted and asked straight to the point: "What's going on?"

"The old mountain dragon is not dead, it is about to wake up." Ted replied simply.

Madam President carefully looked at the untouched pile of rubble and asked, "Based on that?"

Gordon was worried that the smell of alcohol in Ted's mouth would affect the president's judgment of his statement, so he said from the sidelines: "It was Babaka who gave the warning, this little odd-faced tribe."

All eyes were focused on Babaka.

The little Qimian tribe was a little nervous and waved their hands and said: "Baka Gaka Gaga!"

"Huh? It said."

Just as Maka was about to translate, the president's lady had already frowned, "Did the other Strange Face Tribes tell you? Who else's hunting partner in this battle is a Strange Face Tribe?"

Hayata, who was beside Gordon, asked him in a low voice, "It turns out Madam President knows the Qimian language."

Glancing at Ms. Fanti who was communicating smoothly with Babaka across Maca, Gordon touched his chin and said: "After living for a long time, is it normal to master more languages?"

"Wild strange-faced tribe?" The president's brows furrowed even deeper.

The Strange Face Tribe has a high IQ and has even developed a primitive society. However, most of the tribe has an unfriendly attitude towards humans, so they are also defined as "small monsters" by the guild.

It's one thing to be more vigilant with an attitude of preferring to believe it, but it's really difficult for her to completely trust the wild strange-faced tribe that has never shown up.

The pork chop emerged from Gordon's feet and scratched his ears.

It felt like it had guessed who it was.

"Come out, meow!"

Pork Chop climbed on top of Gordon's head and shouted around: "Don't worry, meow, we won't attack your meow!"

Now, everyone's attention shifted to the pork chop.

In full view of the public, Gordon, who was treated like a cat climbing frame by a pork chop, also felt a little numb.

The square fell silent. Five seconds and then ten seconds passed without any response.

"Kababa Chaka!" Babaka also shouted, but there was still no response.

The Madam President glanced around, twirling her pipe on her fingertips, and after a moment of reflection, she spoke aloud in the Qimian language.

"The president said that he will ensure the safety of the other party." Maka whispered to the companions to translate.

There was another moment of silence.

"Pfft suosuo"

Amidst the slight churning of earth and rocks, a strange-faced tribe wearing a complex bone mask and larger than its fellow tribesmen emerged from the pile of rubble.

Not only it, but in the blink of an eye, several more strange-faced tribesmen emerged. They shook off the sand and soil on their bodies and guarded nervously around him.

Several hunters subconsciously drew their weapons. They realized that the wild strange-faced tribe that appeared in front of them was no ordinary small monster.

There is also a strange-faced clan king with a very high danger level.

"Put away your weapons, there is no danger." The president lady glanced at the nervous hunters.

Not to mention that there are more than fifty hunters gathered here, but those few high-ranking hunters alone have the strength to deal with the King of the Strange Face Clan on their own. The fact that the other party dares to show up is already considered to be quite sincere.

"It's really you, meow." Zhupa scratched his head, the newly scarred wound on his forehead was still itchy.

The king of the strange-faced tribe in the bone mask took a deep look at it and said, "Chaka, Gaba Cha Ga La."

Gordon, Hayata, and Ted all looked at Maka, and the meaning in their eyes was very clear - please translate?

Maka looked confused, "The accent is so weird, I, I don't seem to understand?"

"Is it possible that the language of the Strange Face Tribe here in Xiuret is somewhat different from that in your hometown in the desert?" Hayata guessed.

The two regions are thousands of kilometers apart.

Maka caught Babaka, asked a few questions, and said with a subtle expression: "It seems that for this reason, it is the first time I know that the Qimian tribe in different regions have dialects.

Qimian is Babaka's native language, so he can understand it roughly, but I can't understand it very well."

"Then how can the president communicate without any barriers?" Ted asked curiously, looking at Ms. Fanti who was communicating seriously with the King of the Strange Face Clan with a serious look on her face.

Gordon smiled dryly, "After living for a long time, it is understandable that you can master a few more dialects of the Qimian tribe, right?"

Ted: "."

Over there, the lady president, who had finished her exchange with the King of the Strange Face Clan, looked extremely ugly.

She directly began to issue instructions, "Enter combat status. Senior hunters, get ready. Others, gather the artillery and ammunition that can be used before and surround them."

Everyone took action immediately without much hesitation.

Non-combatant members such as medical staff began to retreat in an orderly manner. The hunters made a series of preparations before the battle. The upper-level hunters were called together by the president's lady.

"Pork Chop, please go recon and confirm." President Fan Ti said to Pork Chop.

"I understand, meow!"

Seeing Pig Chop getting into the rubble, the president's lady said to everyone: "According to the king of the strange-faced clan, the aura of the Laoshan Dragon is gradually returning to strength. At dawn, or noon at the latest, it should be completely

wake."

"At least it's not the worst case scenario. It spent four days in a deep sleep. As long as we hold it back for a few more days, the construction of the new village can be completed." Xia Zuo nodded.

"I just don't know how much its injuries have recovered." Gordon said with a wry smile: "I hope what we have to face is not an old mountain dragon in its prime."

"If that's the case, we can only risk our lives to deal with it."

"Let's confirm the division of labor and turns."

While the upper level hunters were discussing tactics, Pork Chop emerged from the ground and ran over quickly.

"How is the situation?" the president asked hurriedly.

"What the King of the Strange Face Tribe said is true, Meow." Zhupa shook off the dirt on his body, "I still can't feel my breath, but the sense of intimidation is much stronger than the past few days, Meow."

"Where is the wound? Is the wound healed?" Gordon asked.

Pig Chop gave a not too bad answer, "The wound has stopped bleeding, but it has not healed. It may be because there are too many gravels and foreign matter in the wound, which affects the wound."

The hunters were slightly relieved after hearing this.

If Laoshanlong really recovered from his injuries, how could they break through the defense without artillery, dragon-killing carbon, city walls and dragon-killing guns?

"Anyway, prepare for a tough battle." Yamos said in a deep voice.

"Meow?"

The tips of Pig Chop's ears twitched, and it suddenly raised its head.

A black shadow was slowly descending under the cover of the night sky.

That's a fast airship.

(End of chapter)