Monster Hunter: Wild Pointer

During this mission, they stayed in the hunting ground for more than a week. It was difficult for them to sleep well because they took turns to keep watch every day. They basically did not sleep a wink in the twenty or thirty hours after the arrival of the Dragon Knowledge Ship.

Lying on the soft bed in the hunter's cabin, the accumulated fatigue suddenly burst out. When he opened his eyes again, it was almost noon.

I got up from the bed and saw that Seabuckthorn was still sleeping in the cat's bed, so I didn't wake it up. I changed into light clothes and left the room.

After greeting the familiar hunters and staff, Orlan came to the training ground alone to stretch his sleep-tired body.

The drunkards who were dragged here last night had long disappeared, which made Oran feel a little regretful for some reason.

It would surely be interesting to see the expressions of those drunkards when they wake up and find themselves hugging each other affectionately.

"Hey! You're back! Brother Orlan!"

A rough and loud voice called out to him. Orlan turned around and saw a strong man who was not very tall but had extremely muscular body. He put down the barbell in his hand and raised his chin towards him.

It was Buck, the hammer user of the Vanguard Hunter Group.

Aolan also smiled and greeted him, "Brother Buck, have you been practicing all morning?"

"There's nothing else to do." Buck clapped his hands. "How was it? I heard you went hunting the Tailhammer Dragon. Did it go well?"

"It went smoothly, but I was a bit unlucky. I encountered a ferocious Tail Hammer Dragon. Fortunately, I escaped unharmed."

"You also encountered a ferocious monster?" Buck's eyes widened. "No wonder President Noah posted that notice."

"What notice?"

"I just glanced at it, didn't look closely. Go take a closer look at the bulletin board in the hall later." Buck said, pointing to the barbell on the ground. "Do you want to practice?"

Orlan hesitated for half a second, and between satisfying his curiosity and honing his muscles, he chose the latter. He moved his limbs to warm up his lower body and began strength training.

More than two hours later, Olang, sweating all over, returned to his room, took a shower, and walked to the first-floor lobby refreshed.

Sure enough, there were several hunters gathered at the bulletin board, whispering to each other and discussing something. Orlan walked over.

When he came to the bulletin board, he saw the notice that Buck mentioned at a glance. The notice paper was as big as a coffee table, and the bright red words "Attention!" on it were very eye-catching.

The content is very simple, just a few sentences.

[Recently, ferocious monsters have appeared in the dense forest. In short, they are extremely ferocious and brutal monsters, characterized by black aura emanating from certain parts of their bodies.

Ferocious monsters pose a far greater threat than their own kind. They are more powerful, faster, and have a stronger desire to attack. Be careful. Once discovered, it is recommended to retreat immediately and report to the guild.

There's no extra reward anyway, so why risk your life? If you want to challenge it, wait for the news to come back, and we'll update the difficulty of the task first.

Love your president: Noah (heart)]

"I've never seen that word before. How do you pronounce it?"

"It sounds similar to 'lemon'."

"Anyway, it's a monster stronger than the normal ones, right?"

"That's about it!"

Listening to the conversation between several hunter brothers and sisters beside him, Orlan couldn't help but give a thumbs up to President Noah in his heart.

This is how announcements for hunters should be written: the paper should be large, the words should be few, and the language should be simple and straightforward.

If one follows the scholars' habit of giving a long speech and then ending it with something like "this only represents the current mainstream view in the academic community and does not rule out other possibilities."

The hunters will most likely say "It's too long!" and then turn around and leave.

But didn't President Noah tell me last night that it was just a coincidence and there was no need to worry? Why did he suddenly post the notice?

Did the carrier pigeon bring any new news?

With such curiosity, Orlan looked towards the task counter.

The people on duty were Lillian and another janitor. Noah was not there. Even if that guy had a lot of energy, he couldn't work the day shift immediately after the night shift.

I'll find another chance to ask her later.

"Hey."

A hand was placed on his shoulder. Orlan looked back and a smile appeared on his face when he saw who it was.

"Brother Sayer!"

"Buck told me you were back." Sail withdrew his hand and tilted his head towards him. "We're having dinner together. Come and join us?"

"Then I won't be polite." Ao Lang agreed with a smile.

"Where's Muti?"

"She went home to visit her family."

"I see. Are you planning to go back and take a look too?"

"Almost. But I haven't decided whether to go back to Rocklark or go to Revere City to see the teacher."

The two of them talked as they came to the tavern area.

At a long table, Buck and heavy crossbowman Bradley, who had just parted ways, were both there. Trainee member Barry jumped up from her seat and waved at them lively.

After greeting them one by one, Orlan suddenly remembered something and took out a piece of letter from his package and handed it to Bali.

"The Tailhammer Dragon we captured was confiscated by the Guild, so we couldn't bring it back, but I applied for permission from the Guild's scholars.

You can ask your father to take this to East Doruma so that he can observe a living Tail Hammer Dragon up close. That should be okay, right?"

"Of course, of course! Thank you so much, Senior Orlan!" Bali took the letter with surprise and carefully put it away. "When my workshop develops a new type of Tail Hammer Dragon Hammer, I will let you know as soon as possible!"

Buck reached out his hand dissatisfiedly and hit the little girl on the head, "Olang can use a sledgehammer, but I, your teacher, am a professional sledgehammer user, okay?

Your workshop has developed a new type of sledgehammer, shouldn't you be the first to tell me?"

"I know. I'll tell the teacher about it when the time comes!"

“By the way.”

Since they were all familiar with each other and were really hungry, Ao Lang didn't hesitate and sat down to start eating.

"Boss Saier, have you told Aolan about that?"

When Orlan, who was scooping mushroom soup into his mouth, heard this, he couldn't help but look up at Brandley who spoke, "What's the matter?"

"It's not a big deal." Sayer smiled and waved his hand. "This morning we had our eyes on a dragon hunting mission, but Buck has to take Barry for special training this week and can't join.

I heard you were back and wanted to ask if you were interested in going together, but since you were planning to go back, I decided not to.

"Dragon slaying?"

To be honest, I'm a little moved.

Orlan began to seriously consider whether he should go hunting with Seer and the others first, and then go back to take a look during the remaining time.

One month should be enough, right?

"Don't." See through his thoughts, Sayer raised his hand. "Hurrying is the worst thing to do when hunting. We're only mildly interested in the mission, not that you absolutely must take it. You should take your vacation as originally planned."

"So, should we still take that mission?" Bradley asked Searle.

Sai Er shook his head, "Dragon Slayer is considered quite dangerous among five-star monsters. The two of us are not safe enough, and I am worried about finding a temporary teammate.

An opportunity that's not timed right isn't an opportunity, so forget it this time. Well, why don't we follow Buck and give Barry some special training together?

"Ah!" Barry leaned back.

I feel like I'm going to have a very painful time in the next period of time.

Bradley shrugged, having no objection to Sale's cautious decision.

Even Olang, who was originally hesitant, was "forced" to make up his mind to go to Revere City to visit Teacher Huali.

After all, Brother Seer and the others had given up on the mission of hunting and slaying dragons, and it would be somewhat embarrassing for him to continue staying in Metabetat.

The next day, Orlan took Seabuckthorn on an airship to New Revere City in the north of the continent.

What he didn't know was that the dragon-slaying hunting mission was later taken over by another hunting group, but due to an encounter with a ferocious individual, one person died and two people were seriously injured.

The guilds of Metabetat and Giovadreau jointly issued an abnormal warning.

P.S. The character of Bali is set to be a petite girl, but now I can’t help but imagine the image of a small tomato. . . I’m chasing Gundam orz

Chapter 220 Occasional Alcoholism

Revere City is located at the northernmost tip of the Shuret Region.

It is not far from Minagard, the most prosperous port city in the northwest of the continent, but the climate between the two places is very different.

Without the shelter of the towering Cimaron Mountains, the cold water vapor from the Akula Arctic Ocean swept across the land here. There were few sunny days throughout the year, and heavy snow fell every night.

The biting cold wind blew in their faces, and Olang and Seabuckthorn shivered violently when they got off the airship.

"Let's go buy a cloak to keep warm."

"Agree meow"

They stopped a passerby to ask, and luckily there was a clothing store near the dock where the airship landed, so the man and the cat hurried in.

When they came out, Orlan was wearing a thick snow deerskin cloak, while Seabuckthorn was wearing a sealskin smock, which matched his spider cat armor and made the shape very subtle.

Fortunately, sea buckthorn has always been pragmatic, and it doesn't care even if it now looks like a bronze cat statue with a dust bag hanging on it.

Looking up at the gloomy sky and the scattered snowflakes falling, Orlan felt a little regretful.

The last time he communicated with Teacher Huali was almost half a year ago. To be honest, he was not even sure whether the teacher was still in this city. It seemed a bit reckless for him to come here rashly.

But it has come...

"Let's go to the gathering place and ask around. If we're lucky, we might be able to get some information about the teachers and the others."

At this point, Olang paused for two seconds. "If we can't find them, we can just treat it as a trip. The fish and crabs caught in the Akula Arctic Ocean are very famous. We can eat as much as we want!"

"Good meow!"

"Speaking of which, why do we feel so strangely refreshed when we have a feast without Muti?"

"Boss, there's something wrong with you, meow."

The man and the cat chatted about this and that, and followed the winding street all the way to the local gathering place.

In a very northern style, the entrance of the Revere City Assembly Hall does not use the wooden fence door commonly seen in taverns, but a heavy door curtain made of bobo fur, which is even heavier than a wooden door when pushed.

As the door curtain closed, the wind and snow from outside were completely isolated.

The stove in the meeting hall was burning brightly, and almost instantly melted the snow stuck to the cloak into water, which dripped onto the slightly greasy wooden floor.

Orlan glanced around.

Unlike the exquisite luxury of Metabetat, if one had to use one word to describe the style of this hunter's gathering place, it would be "rough".

Large blocks of stone bricks, untrimmed logs, stoves made of heavy steel, and strange decorations made of monster bones on the walls and ceiling.

It feels more like a pirate stronghold than a gathering place for hunters.

The air is filled with the pungent smell of alcohol. Here, hunters prefer strong liquor to refreshing and smooth ale.

"Hey! Boy, you don't know me!" A female hunter with dreadlocks asked him loudly.

Another hunter with a scraggly beard replied with a smile, "Brand new fur cloak, fresh from the south, right? Be careful not to freeze your nose off."

"Hahahaha!"

An ordinary person might be frightened by this slightly aggressive greeting and teasing, but as a hunter, Orlan has long been accustomed to it.

The cultural customs may vary from place to place, but hunters are basically the same. If you talk to them politely, you will seem pretentious.

He took off his cloak, shook off the water droplets, and threw it on the rack beside him. He grinned and said, "It's cold, but what's with the moisture here? Is the water here free?"

"Water costs money?"

Although it wasn't a funny joke, the hunters still burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha! I get it, you're from the desert, right?"

"That guy from Haifa said something similar, haha!"

Hearing the familiar name, Orlan felt a little happy. He looked at the female hunter with dreadlocks and asked, "Lady, is the Haifa you are talking about the greatsword master from Loklak?"

"Ah, is he someone you know?"

"Well, she should be working with a double swordsman named Hanari. She is my teacher."

"Oh, so you're Huali's disciple." The dreadlocked female hunter waved at him enthusiastically, "Come, have a few drinks to drive away the cold!"