Monster Hunter: I can hear the monsters' thoughts

Chapter 495 The Father's Fury Burns Brightly
When Lin Lin thinks of the ancient dragons around Flamefire Village that can control storms, his first thought is undoubtedly the Wind God Dragon.

If the traces here were indeed left by the Wind God Dragon, then based on Puff's memories, the time when the other party passed through this place must have been after Puff left this area and before she unintentionally returned here again. In other words, it was basically something that happened in the last two years.

If the above inferences are true, then it means that the source of the Hundred Dragons Night Parade in Yanhuo Village, the Wind God Dragon, has started its activities again. Perhaps this is why Yanhuo Village has been attacked by small-scale Hundred Dragons Night Parades from time to time in recent years.

Now that the Wind Dragon has begun to become active, the Thunder Dragon's activity is probably not far off. Perhaps it won't be long before the true Night Parade of a Hundred Dragons returns.

Lin Lin pondered for a moment, then turned to look at Ye Zi, his eyes flickering.

When that time comes, no matter what I'm busy with, I have to come back with Ye Zi. If Flame Village doesn't have Lie Yan, it will truly face the crisis of destruction.

I just don't know if they'll be prepared to face the Gods of Wind and Thunder when that time comes...

Little Puff didn't pay much attention to Lin Lin's thoughts. Bringing them here was just a whim of hers. After a slight dip in mood at first, she quickly recovered. After putting Lin Lin and the others on the shore, she slid into the lake.

The fact that this place was chosen as a habitat by the Foeosaurus clan indicates that the resources here are quite abundant. Although the clan abandoned this habitat due to the devastation of the storm, the storm did not extinguish the vitality here. On the contrary, because of the loss of predators at the top of the food chain, the fish here recovered quite quickly, and the food resources are even more abundant than before the storm.

For Little Puff, it's all about: since we're already here, let's eat first and talk about it later.

Lin Lin and Ye Zi didn't just stand on the shore and watch. After discussing it, they decided to split up and explore the surrounding environment to see if they could find more information about the ancient dragon that had once ravaged this place with storms.

Stepping on the soft, damp earth, the fresh scent of grass and trees filled his nostrils as Lin Lin walked along the lakeside.

It seemed like it had just rained not long ago, the air was moist and damp, the croaking of frogs filled the air, and cobalt butterflies could be seen fluttering in the sky from time to time. Lin Lin's footsteps even startled a spirit deer that had come to drink water by the lake, causing it to flee in panic.

Aside from the absence of large monsters, this place couldn't be more normal—oh right, if you include cream puffs, there are large monsters foraging for food.

The traces left by the storm seem to be limited to the broken, rotten logs, which are now being swallowed up little by little by reeds and moss over time. Once the logs are gone, there will be no longer any evidence that the storm ever existed.

"Looks like we can't find any more information..."

Lin Lin rubbed his chin. Too much time had passed. Even if there was any useful information, it would have been obsolete by now. If they had arrived any later, the last traces might have disappeared completely. By then, a new group of Bubble Fox Dragons might have migrated over.

Lin Lin was about to turn back when his gaze swept over a broken rock. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his hunter's keen intuition told him that something was wrong.

This rock appears to have been destroyed by a powerful external force, which is why it is now in this fragmented state.

Lin Lin squatted down, ran his fingers across the surface of the rock fragments, and then rubbed them together in front of him:
“Scorch marks…”

"The powerful impact, and the scorch marks, indicate it was shattered by an explosion?"

The Wind God Dragon doesn't have the ability to explode, and given that the traces are relatively fresh, Lin Lin can almost conclude that these are traces left here by another monster in recent days.

Lin Lin decided to wander around again to see if he could find more clues. There weren't many monsters that could control the power of explosions, but almost all of them were very dangerous. If they were allowed to enter the Wasted God Community Domain, they could very likely pose a threat to Flamefire Village. He couldn't just sit idly by.

For some reason, while guessing the true form of this monster, Lin Lin suddenly recalled the spying gaze he had felt outside the Jade Leaf Fortress.

We're already quite close to the outer edge of the mountain where the Jade Leaf Fortress is located, and that guy's activity range likely includes this area as well.

The identity of the overlord, the former territory of the Foeosaurus, and the traces of the explosion...

Could it be... the Overlord Poison Fox Dragon?

Lin Lin's thoughts didn't last long, as a loud roar from afar interrupted him.

The roar was very distinctive and sounded very familiar. Lin Lin had heard the same roar before when Little Puff almost got into a fight with Da Kong.

However, this roar was slightly different from Puff's howl. If Lin Lin hadn't been very familiar with Puff, he probably would have mistaken it for Puff's cry.

"This direction... is towards Yoko!"

Lin Lin's expression changed, and he immediately rushed over there.

……

I've been feeling very irritable lately.

No, I should say I've been irritable ever since that annoying guy showed up, but lately I've become even more manic than before.

As for the reason, I'd probably have to start with my birth.

I am a pufferfish dragon, and like many of my kind, I grew up carefree under the protection of my clan. However, compared to them, I am slightly different.

Perhaps my genes have mutated, or perhaps my preferred food is different from theirs... In any case, the bubbles I blow are different from theirs, and my bubbles can burst.

This talent gave me combat abilities far exceeding those of my kind, but in return, my body color was only a little duller, not as vibrant as other male members of my kind—which meant I wasn't always surrounded by females like the most brightly colored ones, but that was all.

I still won the favor of a female, even though she, like me, had a dull, purplish body and was the ugly duckling of the tribe. But in my eyes, her beauty was unmatched by any dragon, and we quickly formed the closest relationship and conceived a child.

According to the tradition of the Fomosaurus clan, after this, in order to ensure the continuation of the clan and the safety of the cubs, I had to leave my mate and my unborn child to go to the outskirts of the clan to find a new habitat and guard the clan's territory to prevent some powerful and ferocious dangerous creatures from intruding.

Despite my longing for my mate and children, I faithfully fulfill my duties as a male, living well on the outskirts and preventing dangerous creatures from breaching my defenses. During this time, I have faced powerful and dangerous enemies several times, but thanks to my exploding bubbles and exceptional combat skills, I always emerge victorious.

As my wounds multiplied, my fighting ability grew stronger, and my aura became increasingly fierce. Fewer and fewer enemies dared to challenge me. The monsters that lived and thrived in the surrounding area trembled like quails when they saw me. Sometimes, when they encountered my gentle kin while foraging for food, they would look at me with fear.

I used to think I would keep winning like this, until I could swagger back to my tribe to visit her and my child... I really want to know what our child looks like...

Unfortunately, I was too naive. The storm that came down from the sky truly taught me what it means to have dragons beyond dragons and heavens beyond heavens.

It was a bizarre-looking, enormous monster, its body a mixture of blue and gray, appearing in a strange head-down, tail-up posture, accompanied by a raging wind.

The moment I saw that guy, I could tell that he was an extremely threatening opponent, possibly stronger than any opponent I had ever fought before.

But I still resolutely challenged it, because if I didn't stop it from moving forward, it wouldn't be long before the storm it carried would completely destroy my homeland.

However, I failed, and failed miserably.

My prized exploding bubble was blown away before it even got close. My most powerful martial arts move, the tail smash, which I had honed for so long, couldn't even touch its upside-down figure in the sky...

The gale-force winds emanating from that guy were like countless sharp knives, slicing me open and leaving me unconscious, on the verge of death.

Perhaps I was lucky enough that the terrifying creature thought it had killed me and stopped attacking. The horrific wound didn't kill me, and I survived.

Perhaps it is easier to achieve a breakthrough when facing life and death. This near-death experience has actually stimulated and strengthened the power within my body, making me stronger. I firmly believe that if I face that guy again, I will definitely not lose so badly.

But I was also unlucky enough that I couldn't stop that terrifying creature, which charged straight into the tribe's habitat.

When I regained my mobility and dragged my badly injured body back there, all I saw was devastation, mutilated corpses, and the lake stained with blood.

There were heavy casualties.

I never imagined that one day I would return to the land that nurtured me and see such a scene.

I could only keep telling myself that perhaps my mates, my children, when they sensed danger, decisively ran away. How I wish they were among those swamp lemurs that fled this place...

The only thing that sustains me in this life is clinging to that unrealistic sliver of hope and endless rage towards that hideous god.

I hunted diligently, absorbed nutrients, and conserved my energy, constantly reviewing the battle, searching for a chance to win, and quietly awaiting the opportunity for revenge.

If there were no other variables, my fate would have been to die in the battle with the Wind Dragon, or to kill it and then die. But on that day, a variable appeared.

When I returned to the place and recalled the tragic scene I had witnessed, so that my anger would not subside and I would always remember to take revenge on the Wind Dragon, I discovered a unique trace.

The bubbles seemed to be blown by bubble-forming liquid, but the unique smell emanating from them, and the flammable, explosive sheen that only fish that have been fed gunpowder goldfish or broken arowanas for a long time, felt incredibly familiar to me.

That's a unique property of my synovial fluid, and I'm pretty sure I didn't blow that bubble.

Therefore, there is only one possibility: these are traces left by my child!

It didn't die! It escaped the disaster! It survived!
From that moment on, I understood that the meaning of my survival, besides revenge, included something else.

I stayed here, trying to wait for my child to come again, but it never appeared, just as if the bubbles I saw that day were merely a figment of my imagination, driven mad by hatred.

I was unwilling to give up, so I kept searching for any trace of it. Just when I was almost in despair, I saw hope again.

By sheer coincidence, a kappa frog that had migrated from behind that fortress had burn marks on its body. The fear and apprehension in its eyes when it saw my bubble made me even more certain of the person who had injured it.

So I set my sights on this fortress. If I could get through here and into the world beyond, perhaps I could see my child.

However, this fortress was far too sturdy. I tried to drive away the beast tides several times, but I couldn't break through its barrier. Just as I was hesitating whether to take a gamble and see if I would lose my life on the way to the challenge, a fire dragon descended from the sky.

It not only dispersed the beast tide that had come to me, but also easily and swaggered into the fortress without being attacked.

Is it because a human is riding on its back?
I dislike bowing down to such tiny creatures, even though their fortresses are indeed quite threatening, so I decided to try again and see if there were any other ways to bypass them.

So I returned once again to this land that had been ravaged by storms. Since my child had appeared here, it meant that it was possible to reach the world beyond the fortress from here, but we just needed to find the right direction.

However, to my surprise, not long after I arrived here, I encountered a human.

Hunter, that's what I should call him, right?

Having observed outside the fortress for so long, I knew this was a group of people who would ruthlessly hunt monsters with weapons. I didn't want to pay any attention to her, but then I saw a violet figure emerge from the lake.

So beautiful, just like its mother...

The moment I saw it, the feeling of being connected by blood made me absolutely certain that this was the child I had been searching for!
However, the next moment, I realized that the hunter was actually walking towards my child!

A surge of rage instantly ignited in my mind. I had already failed once, and I could not bear to watch tragedy unfold before my eyes again!
Want to hunt my children? You'll have to step over my dead body first!
(End of this chapter)