Monster Hunter:Hunter's Notes

After listening to Oshula's introduction, Gordon realized that the material source of this light crossbow named "Wrath of the Strange Bird" was exactly the famous monster known as "Teacher Yangkuku" - the big strange bird.

Although I have never seen this kind of monster with my own eyes, the name of the big strange bird is so popular that even country boys have heard about it.

In the hunter circle, whether you have the ability to hunt a big strange bird alone has almost become the benchmark for distinguishing "novices" from "veterans".

In terms of species classification, the big strange birds belong to the ornithosaur species, which is the category to which Blue Velociraptor belongs, but in terms of strength, their strength is already quite close to that of the flying dragon species.

With a huge size of eight to ten meters, a body structure similar to that of a flying dragon, and even an attack method similar to the breath of a fire dragon, it can be regarded as a "castrated" flying dragon.

Almost all hunters will use them as training objects before trying to hunt flying dragons, hence the name "Yangkuku Teacher".

As for why Oshura chose this 'Wrath of the Strange Bird' as a weapon, the main reason is that it has the best ammunition capacity (normal ammunition) among low-level light crossbows.

And, it can fire fire bombs, which can be called a weapon against the Peach-haired Beast King...

Gordon and Urshula didn't stay in the hunter camp for too long, and they were no longer novices, so they didn't need to spend too much time adjusting to their condition.

It's morning now, and while it's still early, maybe we can finish the hunt before the sun sets.

Just a few minutes after leaving the camp, Gordon felt that his whole body was soaked. According to Oshula, it rains here at least two hundred days a year.

Countless streams, ponds, swamps and lakes together form the unique moist ecology of the Kurbutios Wetland.

It is precisely because of the existence of such large and small water bodies that the wetlands are filled with an annoying small monster - flying beetles.

These giant insects, about half a meter long, are good at flying and will actively attack humans.

If stung by a bee sting filled with paralyzing toxins, the hunter will be paralyzed and unable to move for a short period of time, which is extremely dangerous in a hunting ground full of dangers.

“So, it’s everyone’s responsibility to eliminate bugs!”

Oshula screamed strangely, and kept pulling the trigger of the light crossbow in his hand. The flying crossbow bullets spurted out from the bird's beak one after another, shooting down a flying beetle that was approaching.

"Oh! Good luck! Gordon, your transfer gold coin is really useful, we didn't break it!"

With a face full of excitement, Oshula ran to the body of the flying beetle that fell on the ground and was still twitching, and carefully began to peel it off, mumbling at the same time.

"This thing is not common in Xiuret. If you come into contact with it more, you will know that the body structure of this kind of insect is fragile, and it will be broken into pieces if you are not careful. Therefore, the material is hard to come by and relatively precious.

"

Putting away the flying beetle's wings, which were as light as silk but quite tough, Oshula patted his bag with satisfaction and stood up with a look of gain.

Gordon was speechless.

"Don't you say that crossbow bullets are precious and shouldn't be wasted on these small monsters?"

"Hey, I'm talking about special ammunition such as flame bombs and armor-piercing grenades. I just used the most common lv1 normal ammunition. The quantity is large and the tube is full, so I don't worry about running out."

As she spoke, Urshula turned sideways and showed Gordon the pile of magazines on her ammunition belt.

Most of them were normal ammunition. As for the more powerful and larger special ammunition such as flame bombs, she didn't bring much, so she took Gordon's advice.

"Durrulu..."

The pork chop, whose hair had been soaked by the rain for a long time, shook his body vigorously, causing water droplets to splash in all directions.

I hate rainy days, meow!

Noticing the pitiful appearance of the former with his ears drooped, Gordon felt a little distressed. Cats hate water, and Ellu is no exception.

"Pork chop, why don't you go back to the camp to rest first? The weather is not suitable for you to move around, and your sense of smell and hearing are not well used."

"No, meow!" Pig Chop shook his head vigorously again, "If you can't overcome the rain, you won't be able to get stronger, meow!"

Seeing Pork Chop's resolute attitude, Gordon naturally couldn't say anything more.

On the side, Oshula also squatted down, rubbed its little head vigorously, and kept saying: "Why can't I meet such a sensible hunting cat?"

Gordon, all your luck as a kid has been used in this aspect, right?"

Gordon grinned and did not deny it.

"Tsk, I'll find a hunting cat partner later." Looking at Gordon's slightly satisfied expression, Urshula muttered, then she stood up and her tone became serious:

"Okay, let's stop talking nonsense and quickly find that pink fat guy and go home. If it rains too much, no one will feel comfortable."

"Do you have any idea where the Peach-Hair Beast King might appear?" Gordon also became serious, "On a rainy day like this, it's not easy to find the footprints and follow them."

While tying up her wild and wild waves with a leather rope, Oshula said: "There are two places near here where the mushrooms grow much, and it may go to look for food.

Or go further to the higher ground in the north, where there is a rainforest with rich vegetation. The peach-haired beasts like to build their nests there, and you might find something there."

"It's my first time in the wetland and I'm not familiar with it. Which side do you think is more likely? Let's go there." Gordon decided to listen to the more experienced Oshula's advice.

"I think it's about the same. It depends on luck. How about you try tossing a coin? You know, just that one..."

A vein throbbed in Gordon's forehead.

Sister, can you be more reliable?

Noticing Gordon's face gradually darkening, Oshura smiled dryly, raised his hands to express surrender, and began to analyze seriously.

"The peach-haired beasts don't like to be active in rainy days. The reason is similar to that of pork chops. It will be inconvenient if their fur gets wet. Let's go to the rainforest in the north to look for the peach-haired beast's lair. The effect should be better."

Urshula's analysis this time made more sense. Gordon nodded and his face looked better.

He finally figured it out. Urshula is actually very capable, but her personality is relatively...free, and she likes to do whatever she wants. If no one comes to regularly play tricks on her brain, she is likely to do some inexplicable things.

decision.

After deciding on the direction, Gordon and Pork Chop started on their way under the guidance of Oshula.

To be honest, even though he had only been here for less than half a day, Gordon already felt that he didn't like the hunting ground here in the wetland very much.

Excessive rain has made the land here always in a sticky and muddy state. It feels like a suction cup when you step on it. Even lifting your steps requires two more efforts than usual.

Oshura, who was walking in front, seemed to be more agile in his steps.

Gordon initially thought that this was the difference caused by his own weight and the weight of his armor and weapons, but after a simple observation, he overturned his idea.

Oshura's pace is rather special.

She consciously distributed her weight to the outer edges of her feet, so that the soles of her feet barely touched the ground. This avoided the dilemma of the entire sole being sucked into the mud.

Gordon tried to imitate.

It was not smooth at first, because the area where the soles of his feet were touching the ground was reduced, and he, who was fully armed and weighed more than 150 kilograms, began to frequently fall into the mud, and the distance between the two people also widened.

After noticing this, Oshula did not slow down to wait for him. He just turned his head and said, "Slower steps, faster steps."

"So this is it, shorten the stride length, lighten the steps, and speed up the frequency at the same time?" Gordon whispered to himself, and after being reminded, he immediately grasped the key.

Adjust, try, fail, adjust, keep trying, and the cycle repeats.

His pace is getting faster and faster.