Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

On the day of the Strange Face Clan's Festival, Gordon and the others arrived at the cave of the Strange Face Clan early.

The number of Strange Face Clan in the cave has more than doubled compared to the last time they came here. There are more than fifty of them. It can be said that the whole family is gathered together.

The cave that was originally spacious has become crowded, and these little guys can't stay still.

Gordon only felt that his ears were filled with noises of "Quack!" and "Kababa!"

At this moment, a strange-faced tribe came up to them. It was holding a small wooden bowl in its hand and was jumping and shouting something.

"Gaba?" Hayata asked tentatively.

The strange-faced creature responded happily, "Kababa!"

"How did you recognize this?" Gordon looked strange.

Hayata had taught him before that individuals could be distinguished by the patterns on their masks.

But the strange-faced tribe in front of me, no, to be precise, all the strange-faced tribes in the cave, the patterns on the mask are almost like a maze, which is far from the simple style with just a few strokes of embellishment before.

Can you recognize this?

"You guessed it." Hayata said with a smile: "It is the one that is most familiar with us."

"Too."

Gaba raised the big wooden bowl in front of them. In the wooden bowl was some gray-white liquid that looked like mud.

"Does it want us to drink this?"

"I don't think so"

While they were struggling, Herta came over and everyone was a little surprised when they saw her appearance. Gordon almost couldn't help laughing.

The former's originally smooth shoulder-length hair was tied into a messy braid. The style looked a bit like a certain dragon hunter.

There are many facial lines drawn on the face with red and white dye. If the clothes hadn't changed, they would be unrecognizable.

Hayata glanced at the wooden bowl in Gaba's hand, and she finally knew what was in the bowl.

"Do we also have to be painted like this?" Gordon asked with a dry smile: "And this hairstyle?"

"Well, it's best to paint your face." Herta smiled: "It's not necessary for the hair. I just did it to blend them in easily."

"Do the Qimians like to wear dreadlocks?"

"Not at all. A few little odd-faced tribesmen are so playful that they become like this when they wake up." Heta said something like a complaint, but there was no dissatisfaction in her tone.

It seemed that she was quite happy getting along with this group of strange-faced tribesmen.

Hayata dipped her fingers into some dye, twisted it, and smelled it. There was no strange smell. She asked out of curiosity: "What is this dye made of?"

"It is made by mixing the mud shaken off from the mud fish dragon and earth sand dragon, and then adding some ground plant dyes. The odd-faced tribe believes that this can gain their power." Herta explained briefly.

"It sounds okay, at least it's not insect viscera, monster excrement or anything like that."

Gordon breathed a sigh of relief and became more interested, "Are you particular about how you paint? Or do you just do it casually?"

"Let Gaba help you draw it." Heta said with a smile.

"Fine."

Gordon Hayata, with the mentality of doing as the Romans do, sat down cross-legged and let Gaba paint on their faces.

After finishing the painting, the two looked at each other and burst out laughing.

The pig's chop was also painted, and a skull-like pattern was painted on the cat's face. Pandan showed great reluctance, and was finally pressed by the pig's chop and was painted in a pile.

Seeing them painting blessing facial patterns, the surrounding Qimian tribe cheered, shook their heads and danced.

Gordon and the others were also infected by this emotion, and inexplicably felt like "we are also members of the Strange Face clan tonight."

By this time, the sun had already set below the horizon, and the sky was getting dark.

As if they had received some kind of signal, the Strange Face Tribes lit small torches one after another and left the cave in groups.

Gordon and the others followed closely behind the Strange Face Clan, feeling like they were participating in a carnival parade.

"Where is Mr. Monroe? And the strange-faced man with the golden mask has never been seen?" Gordon was inevitably a little confused when he never saw these two key figures.

Herta explained: "They have been setting up the altar for the past two days, and the ore as a sacrifice has also been transported in batches."

"There really is an altar. Where is it located?"

"It's a bit far from here. It's deep in an underground cave. If we walk there like this, it will probably take us two or three hours." Herta replied.

"But will the earth god they talk about really appear?" Hayata was not very optimistic.

"It's possible to use ore as a bait to attract the Explosive Hammer Dragon. Is it really possible to attract an ancient dragon-level creature?"

Herta shook her head and said that she didn't know, "It's hard to say. Mr. Monroe and I made some insinuations, and the golden odd-faced tribe said 'it can feel it'.

The senses of the orcs are very wonderful, and we cannot tell whether they really feel something, or whether it is just a one-sided fantasy caused by extreme desire. "

"I have a strange feeling, nya." Xianglan said suddenly. "I thought something would appear, nya."

The three of them looked at it in surprise.

Unexpectedly, Pig Chop also added, "I also felt something was wrong, meow. Just after the sun set, I suddenly had a feeling that is not easy to describe, meow.

Should I say like a spring cat? It seemed like a spring water was rising up from the ground. "

The three of them looked at each other. Ellu's senses were much sharper than humans. Since Pork Chop and Pandan said so, there might be something really moving underground.

"The so-called earth energy." Herta muttered to herself.

"Earth energy?"

"Ah, it's a concept that the director occasionally mentions. I don't know much about the details."

Gordon slowed down a bit and stared at a large anthill in the distance for a few seconds, "There is indeed a problem, let's stay alert.

Previously, the worms on the ant mound only lit up after dark, but now as soon as the sun goes down, they have already begun to glow, and the brightness is even brighter.

They should also have been stimulated in some way. "

"The worms on the anthill?" Herta followed Gordon's line of sight and glanced at the anthill, "Are you talking about the larvae of the shining wingworm?"

"So those are the larvae of the shining winged insects?"

"Well, the Great Ant Mound Wasteland is the only hatching place for glittering winged insects. It can be said that all the shining winged insects in the entire New World Road hatched, grew, and emerged here before flying to other parts of the continent.

I haven't paid attention to them in the past two days. Has the brightness been improved? This change must be recorded." Hertha took out his notebook and started writing and drawing.

The hunters and Ellu began to quickly check the status of their armor, weapons, and personal items.

The way they think about the problem is on another line - encountering powerful creatures does not mean that conflict will definitely break out, but as hunters, they must be prepared for the worst.

"Herta, if a powerful monster really appears and a battle breaks out later, don't worry about anything. Just summon the pterosaur and leave immediately. You must bring the news back to the stars."

Herta originally wanted to say something more, but Gordon and the others had already quickened their pace and caught up with the strange-faced tribe who were singing and dancing and gradually walked away.

The mentality of the hunters has changed at this time.

"Do they really have the ability to 'summon' or even guide the actions of ancient dragons to a certain extent?" Hayata said in disbelief.

If this is the case, this group of strange-faced people would be too

"It's also possible that the cause and effect conditions are reversed." Gordon glanced at the strange-faced tribe in front of them celebrating the festival.

“What the Golden Strange Face Tribe sensed in advance was probably not the mysterious ancient dragon itself, but the energy mentioned by the Pig Chops.

If that's the case, maybe it's not the 'Golden Earth Mother Goddess' who brought that energy, but it was just following that energy. "

Ps.

Regarding the energy of the earth's veins, the investigation team has a certain understanding.

After all, many creatures have been affected. The investigation team can't investigate a lonely thing for forty years. It should be treated as some kind of natural phenomenon.

Words such as "earth veins" have also appeared in the game plot, and the dragon tribe hunter also mentioned, "In the past few years, I can feel the flow of energy getting stronger and stronger."

However, the origin of earth vein energy should not be discovered at this point in time.