Monster Hunter:Hunter's Notes

Chapter 758 Feng Ying is also a senior

Author: It’s a puffer fish

Chapter 758 Feng Ying is also a senior

As the most prosperous metropolis and the most populous city in the Old Continent, almost all the facilities in East Doruma can be said to be the best in the entire continent.

Hunter training camp is no exception.

According to Hayata's evaluation, the size of the hunter training camp here is more than half the size of Minagard's.

Not to mention the various training grounds and training facilities, there are also canteens and rows of campsites, almost like a small military camp.

The number of hunter students should also be much larger. Excluding the eliminated ones, we can basically produce thirty to forty one-star hunters every year.

Some of these novice hunters will stay in East Doruma, while more will be sent to villages to gain experience.

This is the case for Keo from Ebo Village, who was born in East Doruma, but that guy seems to have dropped out of school.

Gordon looked at everything around him with curiosity.

He saw many things that were quite novel in his eyes, such as proportional monster targets made of steel frames, wood, leather, and hemp ropes. There were quite a few types.

Some are shaped like a velociraptor, a big wild boar king, and some look like a big strange bird...

Unlike when he was training, there was a large wooden stake standing alone in the open space behind the village as a target, and at most a few stone barbells, it was his "exclusive" training ground.

If you don't want to chop wood piles, you can go to Xiuretson Hill to find the big wild boar.

In comparison, the training environment for these hunter students is really good.

Gordon couldn't help but stopped and stood next to a target that should be in the shape of the Blue Velociraptor King.

How can you tell it's not another species of velociraptor? Because the craftsman who made the target specially painted it blue and restored the red crown. It's really idle...

Several boys and girls who looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old, holding wooden craftsmen, swords and shields, were lining up for training under the leadership of a "senior sister" who was one or two years older.

They took turns to go on stage, roll around the Blue Speed ​​Dragon King target, slash once, roll again, and slash again.

The distance of each roll and the position of the falling sword are fixed. Roll six times and cut six swords to complete a round and replace the person.

It looks a bit dull...

Gordon couldn't help but grin. Actual combat would definitely not be so streamlined and standardized, but when laying the foundation, such mechanical training is necessary.

Even the simplest standardized tactical movements cannot be performed smoothly, so there is no need to consider practical application.

Seeing Gordon watching the students' training with great interest, Anhil and the others, including the guild director, also paused.

It doesn't take more than a few minutes.

Looking at the monster target, and then at the hunter students who were following the "process" meticulously under the supervision of senior students, Feng Ying curled her lips in disdain.

With her out-of-touch personality, what she dislikes the most is this kind of mechanical training. The monster target that Gordon saw as exquisite seemed to her to be as crude as anything.

The training equipment used in Yanhuo Village is all steam-driven behemoths. Not only can they fight back, they can even simulate breathing...

Naturally, she looked down upon these targets that could not even move.

Under the strong gaze of several senior hunters who could tell by looking at their equipment that they were extremely powerful, the movements of those students began to deform due to nervousness.

A student rolled at an awkward angle and hit the leg of the Blue Velociraptor King target. He covered his head and got up while blushing in embarrassment.

Realizing that the onlookers of himself and others were interfering with the children's training, Gordon touched the bridge of his nose awkwardly and prepared to leave.

The older student who was responsible for supervising the training of the juniors suddenly ran up to them.

She first bowed and greeted everyone politely, "Hello, Mr. Supervisor, and hello, seniors!"

Then he asked with excitement and curiosity: "Are these seniors the instructors who come to give guidance in rotation?"

Gordon looked at Ancil beside him, who shrugged and said: "Sometimes hunters are invited to come to the training camp to give classes, demonstrate and so on."

Gordon understood what was said.

This is also the benefit of a big city. It invites outstanding hunters to come to the training camp to demonstrate and share, and the teaching purpose comes second.

Handsome and gorgeous equipment and thrilling hunting stories can effectively invigorate this group of innocent teenagers and girls, thus boosting morale and increasing motivation for training.

I guess the guild manager usually brings people here in person, so the little guys misunderstood.

The guild director, who usually had a stern face, was particularly kind when facing these children, "Not this time, Faye, they are here to find Hilda, they have an urgent mission."

"Is that so?" The girl was a little disappointed, but then she realized something and her eyes widened, "Going on a mission with Instructor Hilda?! Wow! Are the seniors all high-level hunters?"

An Xil pointed at Feng Ying, who looked proud, "She's not."

Feng Ying: "."

Don't bring trouble like this!

Unlike Gordon, who was born in a small mountain village and lacked common sense, these students understood the concept of "high-level hunter" and suddenly became excited.

There were even a few well-informed boys who guessed the identity of the Silverborder Hunting Group through the ages and images of Gordon and others. They became even more excited, shouting and yelling, and all the students training in the training field next to them were all

Attracted.

The guild director looked at all this with a smile, "It's very popular. It seems I'll have to invite you over next time."

Gordon and others responded to the enthusiastic boys and girls with dry smiles, while thinking about how to escape.

The director of the guild saw their embarrassment, and since they came here on business this time, he smiled and said, "Just show the children something, otherwise they won't leave."

After saying that, he whispered a reminder, "Don't make it too exaggerated. If the atmosphere is too heated, it will be even more difficult."

Gordon is a bit confused. Neither he nor Hayata nor Anshir are too pushy, with the only exception being Feng Ying.

He simply gave her the limelight task.

Feng Ying was eager to pull out the Blackhorn Dragon Shield Axe, but Gordon glared at her and said, "Use a training weapon."

Feng Ying pursed her lips and had no choice but to take the wooden training sword from the hands of the senior student named Fei, and flicked the hemp stalk like a sword dance.

This thing is too light

The students who gathered around also calmed down a little, looking curiously at this senior who didn't look much older than them.

Feng Ying jumped twice on the spot, clenched the hilt of the sword tightly, and the light of accumulated fighting spirit flashed on the wooden sword, and then she charged with all her strength.

The onlookers felt their eyes blurred as Feng Ying crossed a distance of seven or eight meters with a "swish", and with the power of charging and charging, the wooden sword in her hand struck hard on the head of Lan Sulong King Target.

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With a loud "Bang!" sound, the wooden sword and the target's head exploded into pieces.

"Oh oh oh!"

"Wow!"

Amid the bursts of cheers and exclamations, Feng Ying tried her best to tighten her face, concealing the pride on her face, and returned the training weapon with only the shield and a bare hilt to Fei's hand.

She also said "Sorry" in a deep voice, which made Gordon want to punch her.

However, I have to say that in the eyes of those students, Feng Ying's hand was so handsome. Even the little girl whose weapon was damaged had little stars of admiration in her eyes.

Just when Feng Ying could no longer hold back the raised corners of her mouth, a cold laugh rang in her ears, which froze her expression.

Hilda came up behind her at some point and said sadly: "Remember to pay back the money for damaging the training weapons and targets later."

(End of chapter)