Monster Hunter: Wild Pointer

Monster Hunter: Wild Pointer

Author: It's a pufferfish

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(360 million words, 8000 average subscriptions. The old book "Monster Hunter: Hunter's Notes" has been completed. It is the second work of the fundamentalist Monster Hunter fanfiction. Welcome to taste it~)

Why did you become a hunter? Why did you put on armor, pick up heavy weapons, and start this hunt?

Is it to prove yourself, for the innocent dreams of childhood, for the deep hatred of blood and tears, to embrace this cruel yet beautiful world?

Or maybe, I just longed for the endless wilderness...

Chapter 1 Desert Hunter

The sun is blazing.

Under this sky so clear that not a single cloud can be seen, the word "sunny" no longer represents only the beautiful warm weather, but also extreme heat and drought.

The air twisted into transparent flames in the high temperature, and together with the never-ending wind in the desert, it took away the last trace of moisture on the ground, leaving behind a handful of fine sand that melted in the wind.

The sand dunes built up bit by bit by these gravels maintain a still yet surging posture, turning into a sea symbolizing death, spreading to the end of the world.

Then, the golden waves crashed into a sea of ​​green.

This green color is so unsightly, like a mold stain that has inexplicably grown on pure gold, abrupt, eye-catching, and difficult to remove.

Death should be able to devour everything, but there are always some things that cannot be swallowed at once and will be left behind.

--life.

Even in the sea of ​​sand that symbolizes death, there is always an oasis.

"Gah!"

The oasis, which is usually silent except for the sound of the wind, is surprisingly lively at this time.

A yellow speed dragon roared and accelerated towards the opponent in front of it.

This small monster, commonly found in deserts, has the slender body that is characteristic of the velociraptor family, and its scales are a grayish yellow-green in color, providing the best camouflage in wastelands and oases.

Unlike its forest-dwelling relatives, the yellow velociraptor has short claws and less destructive power.

What is truly dangerous are the two hollow fangs.

Once bitten by them, the paralyzing toxin injected into the body will deprive the prey of the ability to resist in a very short time. The toxin is so powerful that even large monsters cannot ignore it.

The young hunter wearing a dust-proof scarf pulled the hunter's dagger (iron hand sword) out of the prey, shook it casually to wipe off the blood on the blade, and turned to face the rapidly approaching yellow speed dragon.

At his feet, another yellow velociraptor fell to the ground, its limbs twitching.

Its heart has been pierced by the sword, and its vitality is rapidly draining away along with the blood. In a few seconds at most, it will completely turn into a corpse. It is not worth caring about.

Facing the monster pouncing in front of him, the young hunter dodged the attack of the yellow speed dragon and slashed his sword diagonally, hitting the side of the yellow speed dragon's head.

The iron sword blade broke through the scales and skin, tearing a wound on the yellow dragon's neck and blinding one of its eyes.

The yellow speed dragon howled in pain, but did not retreat. Instead, it was aroused and pounced on the hunter who was about to launch a combo attack.

"You still have some guts?"

The hunter snorted, and with a posture that was quite awkward for an ordinary person, he forcibly stopped swinging his sword, protected his body with his shield, and jumped back nimbly.

The Huangsulong was in so much pain that he had no strength left and his bite missed the target. His center of gravity tilted forward and he screamed, trying to adjust his posture to regain his balance.

The hunter seized the opportunity and swung his sword, cutting another wound several dozen centimeters long on its chest, with flesh and blood protruding outside.

The rhythm of this attack perfectly coincided with the opponent's flaws, which felt very strange. The young hunter was just about to find the right opportunity to strike again, but because of a moment of distraction, the rhythm became disordered.

The subsequent attacks no longer had the feeling of "everything was just right" as before.

He smacked his lips, no longer caring about the timing or the rhythm, and simply increased the speed and strength of his sword swing, chopping the yellow speed dragon to the ground.

Without giving his opponent a chance to get up, he pounced on it, pressed down the yellow speed dragon's slender neck with his knees, put the hunter's dagger against its throat, and pulled hard.

The trachea and artery were cut open together, and blood with a strong fishy smell gushed out.

The yellow speed dragon convulsed violently, struggled a few times, and soon became motionless.

The battle was over, and the hunter boy, who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, put away his weapons.

The skin of the yellow speed dragon, which was tattered in the battle, is no longer worth peeling off.

But those scales and fangs are still worth some money.

Especially the paralysis teeth soaked in paralysis toxin are the core material for making paralysis bullets. Shooters have a great demand for them, and grocery stores buy them in unlimited quantities and never have trouble selling them.

The young man focused his attention on the surroundings while wielding a peeling knife to methodically remove and put away the scales, paralyzing fangs, and the crown that served as proof of his conquest.

Soon, the collection work was completed.

The young man named Aolan breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed a handful of dry yellow sand that was everywhere, rubbed his hands, and removed the blood stains on his palms and the handle of the knife.

The smell of blood in the air is so obvious that it won't be long before carnivorous creatures are attracted.

The first to arrive should be the other yellow speed dragons.

The monsters in the Velociraptor family are accustomed to hunting in groups. Before launching an attack, these two yellow Velociraptors, which had already become corpses, first issued a cry to call their companions.

After this period of time, Huang Sulong should have arrived nearby. The reason why he didn't show up immediately was probably because he was hesitating.

Many people think of them as bloodthirsty beasts, but in fact, these small, social monsters are surprisingly cunning.

They followed the calls of their companions, but when they got close, the sounds of their companions disappeared, replaced by the familiar smell of blood. This situation made them alert.

But they will not turn around and leave immediately. Instead, they will linger nearby, waiting for more companions to gather. After forming a small group, they will launch a coordinated attack.

Want to ask him why he is so familiar with Huang Sulong?

That's naturally because he has encountered a lot, suffered losses, and been hurt, so naturally he knows everything.

As for the solution to crack it, of course there is one.

Ao Lang put his left hand to his mouth, and put the thumb of his right hand into his mouth to press against his tongue. A cry that was exactly the same as the one Huang Sulong used when calling his companions came out of his mouth.

"Ji Ga——"

After a few sounds, he quickly walked to a clump of tamarisk about 20 meters away from the corpse and hid there, holding his breath and concealing his presence.

Sure enough, just a few minutes later, several more yellow speed dragons climbed over the sand dunes and appeared in the area where the oasis and the sand meet.

"Three heads? That's a bit troublesome, but it's okay."

The young hunter in the willow bush flexed his wrists and said, "Let's finish it all at once. That's enough for the mission."

Aolan did not immediately come out from the tamarisk bush where he was hiding. To be honest, with his strength, it was very risky to deal with three yellow speed dragons at the same time.

If possible, he wanted to take out one first through sudden attack or sneak attack.

It will be much easier to deal with both ends at the same time.

The three yellow velociraptors that had just arrived looked around, searching for the companions who had made the calls.

Soon, they noticed the two bloody corpses.

Unable to resist the temptation of the smell of blood, the two larger yellow speed dragons immediately rushed forward, fighting for the flesh and tearing and biting each other.

The smaller one also wanted to move forward, but was bitten and scratched and driven away. It had a lower status in the group and was not qualified to enjoy food first.

"They are clearly quite social, yet they don't mind fighting over and eating the corpses of their companions."

Not far away, Olang, who witnessed all this, showed undisguised disgust on his face, "What a disgusting creature."

He waited patiently for a moment.

He waited until the two yellow speed dragons, which were still somewhat vigilant and remembered to look up while eating, gradually became absorbed in eating and rushed out from the bushes.

Get rid of one first as quickly as possible!

Like wielding two swords, he waved his arms, and the shallow but real ghost fighting spirit disappeared in a flash. As he exerted force with his feet, his body turned into an afterimage and shot out.

Before the two yellow speed dragons that were eating could react, he had already rushed to the smaller yellow speed dragon that was waiting on the side.

The steps were staggered, and the body spun at high speed. The edge of the iron shield almost smashed the mandible of the yellow velociraptor, followed by the slicing of the hunter's dagger.

The whole person swept past the yellow speed dragon like a whirlwind, and the sword and shield crossed to leave a series of flesh-wrenching wounds on its side.

The poor yellow speed dragon was chopped to the ground on the spot.

Orlan stabbed it mercilessly, ending its life.

There are two left.

Drawing back his hunting knife and raising his shield, Orlan stared at the remaining prey.

Chapter 2: Hunter and Prey

Due to various reasons such as his lack of technical proficiency and his incomplete body development, he is unable to maintain his demon humanization stably.

After all, a one-handed sword is not a double-edged sword, and is not suitable for performing this kind of technique. It is outrageous that it can be maintained for just a few seconds.

Under the high-intensity burst, his endurance was consumed very quickly, and Orlan's breathing became heavy.

The two yellow speed dragons, having regained their senses, also launched an attack at this moment. One of them leaped up, its strong hind legs pointing directly at the hunter's chest.

If this attack hits, even if he is wearing armor, he will probably break a few bones.

Orlan decisively curled up his body and rolled sideways to avoid the dangerous kick.

At the same time, another yellow speed dragon also came around to his side, ready to launch a surprise attack when he stood up.

Olang, who was well prepared, followed the force of the roll, exerted force from his waist, and bounced up.

He did not stand up and swing his sword to perform a standing slash as in the "standard action", but instead swung the shield fixed on his right arm.

As a regular "right-handed person", his right arm is stronger than his left arm. The shield strikes he performs with a relatively heavy shield have a larger attack area and a better stopping effect.

The shield he raised up hit the face of the yellow speed dragon that was trying to make a roundabout attack, just like being hit by a heavy hammer. The yellow speed dragon screamed in pain and staggered a few steps, and even several of its fangs were knocked out.

Of course, Orlan would not miss such an opportunity. He moved closer and struck the yellow speed dragon twice in succession with his shield, making it dizzy.

Just as he was about to press on and pursue the victory to kill the yellow speed dragon directly, a fishy wind blew from behind his ears.

Without time to look back to confirm, Orlan rolled sideways immediately.

“Crack!”

The big mouth with a pungent smell of blood closed beside his ear, and he could even feel a fang scratching his cheek and earlobe.

Under the influence of the paralyzing toxin, most of the face and neck quickly lost sensation, and the affected area continued to spread towards the shoulders.

Aolan broke out in a cold sweat.

Like many local hunters who grew up in the desert, he is not a big fan of wearing a helmet.

In the scorching desert sun and blowing sand, headscarves and veils to filter out the sun and dust are necessities. However, the veil looks awkward whether it is placed inside or hung outside the helmet, so there are many people who don't like to wear helmets.

His teacher had criticized him for this many times, but he didn't take it too seriously, just thinking that the old woman was too nagging.

Now it seems that the teacher is right

Rolling continuously to avoid the Huang Speed ​​Dragon's bite, Aolang stood up as quickly as possible.

Seeing that the yellow speed dragon opened its bloody mouth again and pounced on him, Ao Lang knew that he could not retreat anymore.

The other yellow speed dragon that had just been knocked unconscious by his shield combo was shaking its head and was about to regain consciousness, but he was affected by the paralyzing toxin and the muscles in his shoulders and neck began to become stiff.

If I can't deal with the situation in front of me in time and get caught in a pincer attack, I'm likely to get into an accident in my current state.

Then attack!

Orlan gritted his teeth, protected his shoulders with his shield, and rushed forward.

"bump!"

The shield collided with the mouth full of fangs. The hollow fangs were unable to bite through the iron shield, but the subsequent impact was also a trouble. Caught off guard, it was easy to be knocked down by the heavier Huangsulong.

Fortunately, Orlan's collision action was more like the iron support of the greatsword users rather than the shield strike of the one-handed sword user.

He did not suffer any loss from the close collision, but Huang Sulong was knocked back by him.

Seizing this opportunity, Orlan threw the shield in his right hand aside, tightly gripped the handle of the hunter's dagger with both hands, tensed his muscles, and accumulated strength.