Monster Hunter: Wild Pointer

The professor glanced at her and said, "There are plenty of creatures in the dense forest that can decompose the dragon's body, leaving the excess meat where it is for other creatures to eat. It's not a waste."

Bringing food back home and not finishing it is considered a waste."

"Woo--" Muti was speechless.

This was also the first time that Orlang had encountered such a situation. In the vast desert where resources were scarce, not to mention the best meat from these parts, even the skin and fat had to be carefully preserved.

The professor seemed to see through his thoughts and snorted, "The dense forest is humid, not as dry as the desert. Cut the meat into thin slices and hang it there. It will dry into jerky in the night breeze overnight.

This meat will go rancid overnight and become a breeding ground for maggots and germs. What do you want to do with it?"

"Pick it with salt and spices and make it into smoked bacon?" Orlan said tentatively.

Among desert nomads, the only ones who died of starvation were malnutrition. I have never heard of anyone dying of overeating. Born and raised in that environment, the mindset of "collecting, processing, and storing" has long been deeply ingrained in him.

The professor looked at him strangely. "How much spices and salt did you bring?"

"." Now Aolan had nothing to say.

Looking at the huge pieces of meat that were half a meter square, Orlan sighed, “Let’s save a piece and pickle it to make bacon, so that we can eat it for a few days.

As the professor said, the rest should be transported to a place far away from the camp and discarded."

The professor raised his finger and pointed at Orlan, indicating "Just do as you say", then turned and went into the tent to continue dealing with his affairs.

"I'm sorry, Sister Ao, I got you scolded too." Alan apologized to Olivia again.

Olivia smiled and waved her hands, "What's the big deal? That's just the professor's way of speaking. It's not really a scolding.

Orlan, you stay in the camp, guard the camp, and cook your bacon.

Let's carry the meat out to the stream, where we can wash it a little bit afterward."

"Okay." Orlan took out the salt and spices and started working on his own.

The other three people struggled to move the large piece of raw meat back to Xiang's back and Seabuckthorn's gun carriage.

Looking at the greasy pieces of meat piled on Fire Dragon Unit 9, Seabuckthorn's cat face wrinkled.

Let’s just wipe it clean!

On the way to "throw away the garbage", Muti was a little listless.

It would be great if I could carry some ice crystals with me. I could put the meat and the ice crystals together in a storage box and they would last for several days.

If only he had more spices and salt, Oran could have made a lot more bacon.

If only my stomach were bigger, I could eat all this delicious meat!

Just as I was daydreaming, Olivia, who was walking at the front of the team leading the way, suddenly raised her fist and made a "alert" gesture.

Muti immediately collected his thoughts, raised his large shield, and walked a few steps to the front of the team.

There were rustling sounds coming from the dark bushes and trees around them. The Elu and the others bared their teeth and growled, and they all drew their weapons.

"It's not a large monster." Olivia, wielding a sledgehammer, glanced around and said solemnly, "It should be a strange-faced tribe."

"The Strange-Faced Tribe?" Muti was stunned for a moment when he heard that.

In the eyes of most hunters, the Qimian people are cunning, greedy, and aggressive, and are small monsters that are no different from the Blue Speed ​​Dragon.

But under the guidance and influence of Sister Fu Fu, she has an extra liking for these violent little orcs.

How did Sister Fufu teach me back then?

"Ga Ga!" she shouted tentatively.

Olivia, who was ready to face the siege of the strange-faced tribe at any time, looked at her with a questioning look on her face.

The noises in the trees and bushes suddenly quieted down.

A few seconds later, several short orcs with gray-green skin and wearing strange masks appeared from the bushes and treetops.

Olivia quickly glanced around and found that there were at least seven or eight of them, and she didn't rule out the possibility that there were more hiding in the dark.

These strange-faced creatures could not pose any real threat to them. Any one of the three of them had the ability to easily deal with these little monsters.

But if fighting can be avoided, that would naturally be best.

There are countless strange-faced people in the dense forest. Killing one group will only attract more. If they attack the camp while the hunters are away, it will be a big trouble and will also have a serious impact on the investigation.

Since Muti seems to have a way to communicate with these strange-faced people, let her try it.

Being stared at by a group of strange-faced people, Muti felt a little numb.

Why didn’t I learn a few more words of the Qimian language from Sister Fu Fu at that time? What else did Sister Fu Fu teach me? Use your brain!

It seems to mean that wearing a mask when communicating with the strange-faced people can effectively enhance the sense of identity?

Where can I get a mask this soon? Wait, isn't the helmet of the Rock Dragon suit a bit similar to the mask?

She raised her hand and pulled down her visor.

Sure enough, after seeing her actions, the strange-faced people put down some of the weapons in their hands and shouted something, but unfortunately she couldn't understand.

Seabuckthorn suddenly noticed something, and came to Muti and whispered, "Look to the right, there's a glass bottle on the mask of the strange-faced creature on the right.

Didn't the boss say last time that he gave an empty glass bottle to a strange-faced person as a gift, meow?"

Muti looked in the direction indicated by Seabuckthorn, and sure enough!

Muti had some ideas in his mind.

She first put away her weapon and raised her empty hand to indicate that she had no hostility. Then she reached into the prop bag behind her waist and took out a bottle of recovery medicine.

If there is no empty bottle, then create one!

She poured the potion in the bottle into her mouth in one gulp, then walked to the strange-faced creature, bent down, and handed it the empty bottle.

The one from the strange-faced tribe looked very surprised, but the others became agitated, waving their weapons and shouting.

Muti, who had heard many stories about the strange-faced people from Sister Fu Fu, suddenly understood something. She suddenly grabbed the gun behind her, opened it, turned around and swung it fiercely.

Next to him was a big tree that was as thick as an adult's waist. The trunk exploded and the tree fell down. Two frightened strange-faced people jumped out from the dense treetops.

The noisy strange-faced people suddenly quieted down.

Muti nodded with satisfaction. To deal with these guys, it would not work to be too tough or too easy to talk to. You have to use both hard and soft tactics!

"How am I supposed to make friends with these little guys next?" Muti muttered to himself.

"They should be able to understand pictures." Muxiang took out a picture album from Xiang's backpack and took out the ink pen and ink bottle he carried with him. "How about a drawing exchange?"

"You can try it!"

Muxiang waved the paintbrush and started painting quickly.

Muti looked at her expectantly. Her mother was good at painting, and her sister Fufu was also good at painting. She admired people who could paint, but unfortunately she didn't seem to have any talent in this area and couldn't learn it well.

Muxiang showed the sketchbook in her hand to the Qimian people.

"This is Olang."

She pointed to the doodled figure in the sketchbook, then turned a page. On the second page, there was a pattern of a figure handing something to an even smaller figure.

"We've done business with you before."

Then she turned to the third page, where an adult and a group of little people seemed to be dancing around a campfire, holding hands.

"We are all friends."

Qimian Clan: "?"

Muti: “.”

Sister Muxiang is also a person without talent.

"They surrounded us, probably to steal the meat, right?" Seeing that the two had been busy for a long time but failed to successfully establish communication, Olivia finally couldn't help but speak.

"If we give them this meat, they should let us go?"

Chapter 279 Why didn’t you learn more foreign languages?

Muti scratched his head.

Of course, she could also see that these little guys were coming for the meat they were transporting.

This meat was originally what they couldn't eat, so they planned to "return it to nature". There was certainly no problem giving it to the Qimian people.

But she was still a little unwilling, and she wanted to take this opportunity to make friends with the strange-faced people.

Having your meat stolen by robbers is different from giving the meat to others. How can we make the strange-faced people understand this?

She racked her brains, preparing to make one last attempt.

Muti took a deep breath, stretched out his finger and pointed around.

The strange-faced people around them all focused their attention.

"Ga Ga!" She suddenly raised her arms and shouted.

The strange-faced people were a little confused.

In the language system of the Qimian people, "Ga Ga Ya" has no actual meaning and is generally used to express intense emotions.

You can shout it when you are very happy to meet your friends, when you are very angry about the casualties of your companions, or when you are fighting a decisive battle against a strong enemy.

There was nothing wrong with Muti's initial "Ga Ga Ya"; it was a bit like a loud greeting.

But like her now, she was quiet the previous second and suddenly shouted "Gaga!", which is similar to walking on the street and suddenly shouting "Great!" "Go!" at the top of her lungs. It is easy to be regarded as having a mental problem.

They all want to run away.

After shouting, she directly picked up a huge piece of raw meat from Seabuckthorn's artillery cart and placed it heavily in front of the Qimian people.

Then came the second and third pieces.

Muxiang and Olivia looked at each other and started to help. Soon, the meat on the cannon cart and Xiang's back was unloaded and piled in front of the Qimian people.

There was some unrest among the strange-faced people, and they were a little unsure of the situation.

They wanted to go forward, but seemed a little hesitant. It was obvious that Muti's sudden action of chopping trees just now made them full of fear and vigilance towards hunters.

In order to avoid making things more complicated, Olivia said, "Let's go. We're already quite a distance away from the camp, so there's no need to worry about any more monsters being attracted to the camp.

As for the meat, the Qimian people will find a way to move it away themselves."

"Okay." Although Muti felt regretful, he had no choice but to follow Olivia and leave.

The strange-faced people stood there without moving, and only gradually reacted after the hunters walked away.

They were prepared to pay a price to get a piece or two of meat, but suddenly they got all of it? They still couldn't believe it.

The strange-faced creature with a glass bottle on its mask became the focus of everyone's attention. In their view, Muti's initiative to give it the glass bottle was obviously because they knew each other.

So those powerful "big orcs" left the meat for its sake?

“Quack!”

"Ka Ba Ga Ya!" The strange-faced people cheered and surrounded the strange-faced person who was also confused, asking questions non-stop.

Finally coming to his senses, the "Glass Bottle" raised his chin and waved his little arms, "Woo-ga-ga-baa!"

Immediately, two members of the Qimian tribe lifted it up by its legs, and the other members of the Qimian tribe cheered and worked together to carry the raw meat on the ground.

After returning to the camp, Muti immediately ran to find Oran and wanted to tell him what had just happened.

Orlan had built a makeshift smoker next to the campfire using branches and large leaves, and was coughing as he hung meat into the smokehouse.

"Ahem, you said you encountered the strange-faced people? Ahem."

"Uh-huh!"

Orlan gave the excited Muti a "wait a moment" gesture, squatted down and added more fragrant plant branches and leaves to the campfire, and finally covered the opening of the smoker with large leaves again.

Seeing smoke coming out through the gaps between the leaves, Orlan nodded with satisfaction and pulled Muti to the side.

As Muti walked, she kept looking back expectantly at the smoker, and Orlan had to call out to her, "So what happened?"

Muti reluctantly withdrew his gaze and briefly described what he had just experienced.

"Another strange-faced tribe?"

"Well, they are local natives after all." Muti nodded and replied, "You also got the wings from the Qimian tribe last time.

I just want to communicate with them more, maybe I can get some information, but it seems that communication is impossible."