Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

After listening to Ushula's introduction, Gordon realized that the source of the light crossbow named "The Wrath of the Monster Bird" was the famous monster known as "Mr. Yangkuku"—the big monster bird.

Although I haven't seen this kind of monster with my own eyes, the name of the big monster bird can be described as thunderous, even country boys have heard of it.

In the circle of hunters, whether they have the ability to hunt a big monster bird alone has almost become the benchmark for distinguishing "novice" from "veteran".

In terms of species, the big monster bird belongs to the ornithosaurus, which is the category to which the blue velociraptor belongs, but in terms of strength, their strength is already quite close to that of the flying dragon.

With a huge body 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 version" of a flying dragon.

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

As for why Ushura chose this 'Monster Bird's Wrath' as ​​a weapon, the main reason is that it has the second-to-none (ordinary) ammunition load among low-level light crossbows.

And, it can fire flame bombs, which can be called a sharp weapon against the peach-haired beast king

Gordon and Ohshura hadn't stayed in the hunter camp for too long, and everyone was no longer a novice, so they didn't need to spend too much time adjusting their status.

It's morning, and while it's still early, maybe the hunting can be finished before the sun goes down.

Just a few minutes after leaving the camp, Gordon felt that his whole body was drenched. He heard from Ursula that it rains here at least two hundred days a year.

Numerous streams, ponds, swamps and lakes together constitute the unique wet ecology of the Kulbutios Wetland.

It is precisely because of the existence of such large and small waters that the wetland is full of an annoying small monster—flying beetle.

These huge insects with a body length of about half a meter are good at flying and will actively attack humans.

If stung by bee stingers full of paralytic toxins, hunters will be paralyzed and unable to move for a short period of time, which is extremely dangerous in dangerous hunting grounds.

"So, eradicating bugs is everyone's responsibility!"

Ohshura screamed strangely, and kept pulling the trigger of the light crossbow in her hand, flying crossbow shells spewed out from the bird's beak one after another, shooting down a flying beetle that was coiling and approaching.

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

With an excited expression on her face, Ursula ran to the corpse of the flying beetle that was still twitching on the ground, and carefully began to peel it off, chattering at the same time.

"It's not common to find this kind of stuff at Schlett. You'll know it when you come into contact with it a lot. This kind of bug has a fragile body structure, and if you're not careful, it will be smashed into pieces, so the materials are rare and precious. "

Putting away the flying beetle's pair of silky but tough insect wings, Ohsura patted the bag with satisfaction, stood up with a earned expression.

Gordon was speechless.

"Didn't it mean that crossbow shells are precious and cannot be wasted on these small monsters?"

"Hey, that's talking about special ammunition such as flame bombs and armor-piercing grenades. I just used the most common lv1 normal ammunition. It has a large amount and is full, so I don't worry about running out."

With that said, Ohhura turned sideways, showing Gordon the pile of magazines in her ammo belt.

Most of them are ordinary ammunition. As for the more powerful and larger special ammunition such as flame ammunition, she doesn't bring much, which can be regarded as listening to Gordon's suggestion.

"Pulululu."

The pig chop, whose hair was already drenched by the rain, shook his body vigorously, and the water droplets splashed in all directions.

Hate rainy days meow!

Noticing the pitiful appearance of the former with drooping ears, Gordon feels distressed. Cats hate water, and Elu cat is no exception.

"Pig Chop, why don't you go back to the camp to rest first? The weather is not suitable for your actions, and your sense of smell and hearing are not good for you."

"Don't meow!" Pig Chop shook his head vigorously again, "If you can't even overcome the rain, you won't be able to become stronger meow!"

Seeing the resolute attitude of the pork chop, Gordon naturally couldn't say anything more.

Oh Shula on the side also squatted down, rubbed its little head vigorously, and couldn't help but say: "Why can't I meet such a sensible hunting cat.

Gordon, your boy's luck is all used in this regard, right? "

Gordon grinned, without denying it.

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

"Okay, let's stop talking nonsense, hurry up and find that pink fat guy and go home, no one will feel bad if it rains too much."

"Where Peach Hair Beast King might appear, do you have any idea?" Gordon also became serious, "It's not easy to find footprints in such a rainy day."

Ursula tied up her frantic big wave with a leather rope, and said, "There are two places near here where the mushrooms grow much more, and it might go for food.

Or go further north to the higher terrain, where there is a piece of rainforest with rich vegetation, peach-haired beasts like to build their nests there, maybe they will find it. "

"I'm not familiar with the wetlands for the first time. Which side do you think is more likely? Let's go there." Gordon decided to listen to the advice of the more experienced Ursula.

"I think it's about the same. It depends on luck. Why don't you try tossing a coin? You know, that's the one."

The veins on Gordon's forehead twitched.

Big sister, can you rely on some clues!

Noticing Gordon's gradually darkening face, Ushula smiled dryly, raised her hands in surrender, and began to analyze seriously.

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

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

He could tell that Ursula was actually very capable, but she had a relatively free personality and liked to do whatever she wanted. If no one came to tune her mind frequently, she would probably make some inexplicable decisions.

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

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 in the wetland very much.

Excessive rain has kept the land here in a sticky and muddy state, stepping on it is like stepping on a suction cup, and it takes two more effort than usual to even lift your footsteps.

Oh Shula, who was walking in front, appeared to be lighter in her footsteps.

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

Ohshura's gait is peculiar.

She consciously spread her weight to the outer edges of her feet, so that the soles of her feet barely touched the ground, so as to avoid the embarrassment of the entire sole being sucked by mud.

Gordon tried to imitate.

It didn't go well at first, because the area where the soles of his feet touched the ground was reduced, and he, who was fully armed and weighed more than 150 kilograms with weapons, began to sink into the mud frequently, and the distance between the two was also widening.

Noticing this, Ohhura didn't slow down to wait for him, but turned her head and said, "Slow down, step up."

"So it's like this, shorten the stride, slow down the pace, and speed up the frequency?" Gordon whispered to himself, and he immediately grasped the key when he was reminded.

Adjust, try, fail, adjust, keep trying, repeat.

His pace is getting faster and faster.