Monster Hunter: Wild Pointer

This mineral is difficult to form naturally, and only high-level alchemists are able to produce it stably. Guilds often use it as a reward to encourage hunters who successfully complete difficult tasks.

After special processing by craftsmen, this mineral can be turned into liquid and integrated into the armor, filling the tiny pores inside the armor and greatly enhancing the strength of the armor.

This must be put away carefully. The Fortress Guerrilla Set he is currently using does not belong to him, so there is no need to use precious armor jade. His own Hunter Set is of too low a grade and is also not worth it.

It’s better to keep it for now and wait until you have the opportunity to create higher-level armor.

The appearance of Kaiyu made Aolan's enthusiasm for stripping reach a new level, and a smile appeared on his usually expressionless face.

A similar thing was also peeled off from the second shield insect, but its quality was much worse than the previous one and its size was also smaller, so it could only be called an "armor stone".

But this is enough to make Orlan happy.

Digging up one may be purely due to luck, but digging up two in a row has a different meaning. It seems that defeating shield insects is also one of the ways to obtain armor jade.

No wonder there are always hunters who take on those troublesome missions that involve subduing fifteen or even twenty shield bugs.

I'm sorry, Boss Qiao Da, you still take care of me!

After finishing the stripping, Orlan continued to wander around with the sea buckthorn, looking for exposed veins that could be mined while continuing to search for shield insects.

Both tasks went smoothly, though they were somewhat time-consuming. After two days, most of the ore had been collected, and he even dug up a piece of good-quality amphibole.

The progress of defeating the shield bugs will be slower.

Perhaps Boss Joda was worried that he would be overwhelmed under the siege of multiple shield insects, so he specially found an area with fewer shield insects for him. It may also be because a hunter had cleared this area before.

It was not until the next afternoon that he finally found the fifth shield insect.

However, the position of this shield worm is a little strange. It is like a plaster, firmly attached to the head and neck of an ankylosaur.

It looks like a helmet is placed on the ankylosaur's head.

"This" Aolang felt a little numb.

As a larger species of herbivorous dinosaur, Ankylosaur has a strong sense of territory and will actively attack hunters who enter its sight. However, they move slowly and have a single attack method, so they basically pose no threat to hunters.

The only thing that is a bit troublesome is their heavy armor.

The usual way to deal with it is to bypass the hard carapace on the head and back of the carapace dragon and attack the neck where the defense is weak, but now, there is a shield insect sticking to its vital point.

Although it may affect its flexibility in turning its head to a certain extent, it really feels like a piece of iron with no idea where to start.

The Olang Seabuckthorns looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Let's go lure the other Ankylosaurs away, meow." Gold Medal Bait Seabuckthorn stretched out its little paw and patted the back of Orlan's hand. "I'll leave that guy to you, meow!"

After saying that, it ran out, jumping around and attracting the attention of several other ankylosaurs.

With no better plan, Orlan could only rush out from his hiding place and block the Ankylosaurus that had "fused" with the Shield Bug.

The bad-tempered Ankylosaurus lowered its head and charged at the hunter in front of it.

The momentum was strong enough, but the speed was too slow. Orlan stepped sideways a few steps and easily dodged the attack. At the same time, he drew his sword and slashed it on the forehead of the ankylosaur.

The iron ore blade could only leave a white mark on the ankylosaur's head. The kinetic energy attached to the blade was not painful to the ankylosaur, which often collided with each other when competing for mates and status.

After going back and forth like this twice, Orlan found a way to break the deadlock.

The shield worms covered the back and sides of the ankylosaur's neck, but the throat area was still exposed. As long as you seize the opportunity, it would not be difficult to deal with this ankylosaur.

After the ankylosaur fell, the shield insects clinging to its body could not do anything.

But Olang suddenly decided not to do that.

He had always wanted to find an opportunity to practice his deadly combos and charging power.

It was boring to go to the training ground to shoot. No matter how sophisticated the target was, it could not reproduce the unexpectedness in actual combat. According to his original plan, he was to take on a subjugation mission and go to Huang Sulong to practice his moves.

But not only would that be risky, an ordinary Yellow Speed ​​Dragon probably wouldn't be able to withstand the damage of a few fatal combos, let alone an enhanced version that incorporates charging techniques.

It's not easy to find a target that is tough, of the right size, aggressive enough not to turn around and run away, but at the same time not too dangerous.

Isn’t this the perfect target?

Aolang turned his wrist and made a sword flower. "Hold on, let me practice a little longer."

"You kid didn't bring a pickaxe, so you used this sword to smash the ore?!"

The workshop owner looked at the hunter's dagger, its blade severely broken and twisted, and couldn't help but curse, "You bastard, stop using a one-handed sword! You should just use a sledgehammer!"

"Can it be repaired?" Ao Lang asked with a dry laugh.

"What the hell is there to repair? It can't be repaired! The sword is in such a state that the main structure is destroyed. It can only be completely melted and recast!" The proprietress said unhappily.

"Okay, please help me add these ores when you recast it to strengthen it comprehensively." Orlan poured all the high-quality ores such as chalicesite and pyroxenite that he had collected in the previous mission, as well as the rarer amphibole, onto the workshop counter.

"And meow, I want to make alloy cat armor meow, and a hunting cat dagger meow!" Seabuckthorn also poked half of his head out from the counter and pushed up a package of ore.

The workshop owner sighed and examined the ores. "The quality of the ore is quite good, and the quantity is sufficient, but is it necessary to separate them all?

When I reforge your Hunter Dagger, there will be a lot of good quality ore left over. If I add a few more pieces of ore, it will be enough for me to forge a new set of equipment."

"Of course, I don't have any hunting partners anyway, and it would be a waste to keep those leftover ore." Orlan said he didn't care, but Seabuckthorn looked very embarrassed.

Realizing her misunderstanding, the proprietress looked at Seabuckthorn in surprise. "No hunting partners? I thought you two were already partners, completing missions together and coming to the processing house together."

Reminded by the boss lady, Aolan realized something and squatted down in front of Seabuckthorn. "Although we are just colleagues now, do we need to sign a contract and become partners?"

Looking at the hand extended by Orlan, Seabuckthorn felt a little moved, but remembering that Orlan had said that he did not intend to stay as guerrilla leader in the fortress, he shook his head decisively.

"Sorry, meow. We still want to stay in the Fortress Guerrillas, meow."

Chapter 23 The secret of the sledgehammer!

"Mr. Lamarck, I have finished reading 'Studies of the Dry Land Plants of the Sekmer Desert' and have benefited greatly from it. Thank you very much."

Ao Lang handed the heavy book weighing two or three kilograms back to the old man in front of him, and bowed slightly to express his gratitude.

The old scholar, who looked nearly seventy years old and was elegant and vigorous, smiled and nodded at him, "Ao Lang, you are a studious child and you understand the importance of knowledge.

But it is not enough to just know about the biological knowledge in the desert, because I believe that you will not stay in the desert all your life.

This book, "A Study on the Differences of Algae in the Old Wadley Sea and the Rexay Sea," sees the big picture from the small details."

"Alright, alright, this little guy is a hunter, not a scholar. Stop forcing books on him. Otherwise, he'll become a nerd like you." A rough voice interrupted the old man.

A huge piece of roasted leg meat, along with a heavy roasting pan, slammed onto the dining table with a bang, pressing down the books on the table.

"I've never seen a hunter who has read more books than him. When I was his age, I couldn't even write my own name properly. How could I have made it all the way to where I am now?"

Faced with his wife's twisted logic, the old scholar named Lamarck sighed helplessly.

He and his wife Maridan are one thin and the other tall and strong, one gentle and the other hot-tempered, one is a scholar of the Royal Paleontological Scribes Corps, and the other is a hunter nicknamed "Black Bomb Dragon". They can be said to be two extremes in all aspects.

The fact that they were able to be together can only be attributed to a miraculous fate, and, well, Marydan was just too tough back then.

After his daughter Haifa was born, he also tried to supplement her with cultural knowledge while her mother took her to exercise her muscles.

Unfortunately, his daughter is not very good at these things. To put it bluntly, his daughter is stupid and can't even understand the basic biological classification. He can only give up.

It's rare to meet such a young man who is both talented in martial arts and literature and has a studious nature. Naturally, I want to teach him as much as possible.

While Lamarque was still sighing, Marydan had already wielded something that looked more like a dagger than a table knife, and cut off a piece of meat the size of a human head.

He stabbed the piece of meat with his knife and threw it on the plate in front of Aolan. "Eat it quickly! You can't leave until you finish it!"

The corner of Aolan's eye twitched. Looking at the size of the meat, it was a bit of a stretch even for a hunter, but he didn't dare to say "I can't eat it" in front of the other party.

".Thank you, Ms. Maridan."

"Why be so distant? Call her Grandma Maridan!"

"Grandma Maridan?"

"What's with that reluctant tone of your voice?!" Marydan raised her eyebrows, which, combined with her muscular arms and indigo tattoos all over her body, made her look particularly scary.

"He may feel that the word 'grandma' is too soft and not suitable for you," Lamarque said.

Orlan glanced at the old man with some horror.

He had thought that these obviously sarcastic words would make Ms. Maridan furious, but unexpectedly, she raised her chin and said, "Yes, you guys eat first, I'll go get the staple food."

Seeing Mary Dan leave the living room and dining room, Lamarque turned sideways and whispered, "The word 'soft' is purely derogatory in her ears, so it's okay."

".I see."

Is this the way for scholars to survive?

Orlan struggled to eat the large piece of barbecue, and after resting for half an hour, he was taken to the yard by Ms. Maridan to digest the food.

If swinging a hammer weighing dozens of kilograms can be considered "digestion".

During the more than three months since joining the City Wall Guerrillas, he has repeatedly taken on missions and accumulated practical experience.

Sometimes he would cooperate with Seabuckthorn, the Nuriasa brothers, or other elders in hunting, and sometimes Resala would go on patrol.

As for his free time, he often comes to Ms. Marydan's house to keep the old couple company and relieve their boredom, and he himself also benefits a lot.

Mr. Lamarck is a senior scholar in the paleontological team, and he has never been stumped by any biological question.

Many of the books he lent me were not available on the market, and the knowledge in them gave me a new understanding of various animals and plants, the ecosystem, and even the world.

Ms. Marydan is in a completely different direction. She may not be able to explain the difference between the Dog Dragon Class and the Speed ​​Dragon Class, but she is an absolute expert in martial arts and actual combat.

According to her current physical condition and combat habits, she adjusted her daily training programs specifically, and recently began to systematically teach herself the skills of using a sledgehammer.

He also learned a fourth weapon in addition to the one-handed sword, double swords and greatsword.

Although, like the dual-blade greatsword, it still has some shortcomings in actual combat, he is confident that if he immediately puts down the one-handed sword and the other two weapons and concentrates on the sledgehammer, he will be able to master the path of the sledgehammer.

It's just that it would be a bit of a waste of my talent.

"Your feet are loose and your inertia is broken! What are you thinking about?" An ear-shattering roar rang in my ears.

Aolan quickly collected his thoughts, adjusted his breathing, put down the sledgehammer, turned around and saw Marydan's dark face, and quickly explained: "Ms. Marydan! I suddenly thought of a question about inertia!"

Marydan was startled when she heard this. "What's the problem? Tell me!"

Orlan thought to himself: Just as Mr. Lamarque said, Ms. Maridan is not good at thinking about two things at the same time.

If you see her showing signs of getting angry, distract her with something else she cares about and she will forget about getting angry. But don't do it too obviously, because if she realizes it, the consequences will be terrible.

Fortunately, the "problem" he mentioned was not a lie he made up. It would be more accurate to say that this was the main purpose of his coming here today.

"I understand that swing attacks and spinning attacks require the use of inertia, but how does a knock combo have to do with inertia?"

"Why is it okay?" Marydan looked puzzled.

"But" Aolan didn't know how to explain for a moment.

At this time, Lamarck, who was watching from the side, spoke up, "The 'inertia' you understand and the 'inertia' she refers to may not be exactly the same thing."

Malidan raised an eyebrow and asked Aolan, "What do you mean by inertia?"

Olang recalled the knowledge in the book and combined it with his own understanding to organize his words. "A force that keeps an object still or in a stable state of motion?"

"What a bunch of nonsense!" Marydan blurted out.

Lamarck's expression was also a little strange. Although he was a biologist, he still had some basic knowledge of physics.

I understand Aolang's explanation a little, but not completely.

He wanted to explain to Orlan that "inertia is not a force, but a property of matter itself" and "there is no such thing as a stable state of motion, it should be a state of uniform linear motion" and so on.

But after looking at his wife's face, he decided to let it go. From the perspective of ease of understanding, what Orlan said was not entirely wrong.

"Maridan, tell me what you mean by 'inertia'?"

"Even if you haven't used it up, you can still find a way to get the strength back and use it again!" Marydan crossed her arms, looking as if it was a matter of course.

Lamarck closed his eyes in pain. As a scholar, hearing such words was more painful than being punched in the face.

The old scholar had no desire to speak again in the short term, but his purpose had been achieved. It didn't matter whether he accepted it or not, as long as Ao Lang understood it.

After listening to Marydan's words, Orlan finally understood that the "inertia" mentioned by the hammer users was not what he understood.

To put it more bluntly, it is the recycling and utilization of power.

For example, if a one-handed sword misses, it's just a big deal. But if a sledgehammer, which is more than ten times heavier than a one-handed sword, misses, it will not only consume a lot of physical strength, but the huge inertia will also easily backfire on you.

Therefore, hammer users will continue to swing their hammers after missing a swing, reusing the power that would have been wasted, and even adding it to the next attack.

Based on this, a variety of combo techniques have been developed.

Maridan, impatient to explain in words, came over, snatched the training hammer from Orlan, and walked towards the huge target in the yard.