Monster Hunter: Wild Pointer

In addition, his talent for using a variety of weapons also makes him come up with some strange ideas from time to time. If he doesn't write them down at the time, he will probably forget them after a while.

The kind of memo that Senior Seer carries with him is perfect for him. He decided to get one as soon as today's training is over!

At the same time, the impression of Seer in his mind has also changed from the initial "a very strong senior", to later "a very strong senior with a good character", and now to "a senior worthy of learning from as a role model".

Coincidentally, the opponent's favorite weapon is also a one-handed sword.

Although he has not yet decided to use the one-handed sword as his main weapon in the future, at least for now, the one-handed sword with very balanced performance in all aspects is the necessary "platform" for integrating other weapon skills. If he can improve it, his strength will also be improved.

So Orlan shamelessly ran to Sayer to ask for advice.

Saier is also generous in teaching the younger generation. As a four-star hunter, many of his experience and skills have benefited the former a lot.

Only Asa was left aside. He smiled and shrugged, continuing to carry crossbow arrows and assisting craftsmen in installing heavy crossbows on the small sand boat.

A long time passed by unknowingly, and even when the call to assemble came, Ao Lang still felt a little unsatisfied.

Searle was also surprised by the many creative ideas of this young junior, but it was inappropriate to continue the conversation now. He tore off two pages from the memo, which recorded some of the key points they had just discussed.

"This information should be enough for you to digest for a few days. By the way, I have to remind you: never test immature techniques in actual combat, especially in high-intensity combat.

Progress between life and death may be faster, but if you want to continue to grow, you must at least survive first, right? "

"I understand." Ao Lang carefully put the two pieces of paper away and placed them in his inner pocket. "Thank you for your guidance, Senior."

"It's okay, let's go, the joint training is about to begin."

On the vast sea of ​​sand, dozens of small sand boats are speeding.

For Orlang, who was born and raised in the desert, this small sand boat is arguably the most familiar means of transportation for him, but he is still surprised by the speed of these boats.

Perhaps it is because the precious cloud wood was used to replace part of the metal structure, and all unnecessary facilities were simplified, which achieved the weight reduction.

These sand boats are far superior to ordinary sand boats in terms of speed and flexibility.

In contrast, these sand boats are much more difficult to operate, and only the best operators can easily steer these boats through the sand waves.

The crew members on board also have to adjust their center of gravity by frequently moving their positions, instead of just sitting in the cabin like ordinary sand boats.

"Senior Sayle, please stand a little further forward and hold down the bow!" Asa gave loud commands while carefully adjusting the sails and rudder.

If we compare their hunting abilities, the ranking of the three is undoubtedly that of Sailer first, Orlan second, and Asa last.

But when it comes to the level of maneuvering a sand boat, it's completely the opposite.

Saier, who had only a few experiences riding a sand boat and could only stand by relying on his excellent balance, took a cautious step forward and turned around to ask, "Is this okay?"

"You can use a basket! Go to the front of the crossbow, and move forward a little! Put one foot on the bow of the boat!" Asa's tone was unexpectedly harsh.

Compared to other groups, their ship is already lagging behind.

After all, among the three people on the boat, he was the only one who had real experience in participating in a gluttonous banquet. He had to help adjust the center of gravity of the sand boat and everything depended on his command.

His own driving skills were certainly excellent compared to those of ordinary boatmen, but compared to those experienced old crew members, they were still not good enough.

After training together for most of the day, from morning to evening, the coordination among the three of them has improved significantly.

Sail was finally able to stand steady on the high-speed and bumpy sand boat. He knew that when the bow tilted too much, he had to press forward in time to stabilize the center of gravity of the boat. He also understood how to ensure that he would not be thrown out when the boat turned sharply.

The price he paid was that he fell into the sea of ​​sand more than ten times during this half day. If it weren't for the strong enough female fire dragon armor, it wouldn't be surprising if his neck was broken, instead of just being covered in dust like now.

According to Asa, Sayle has made great progress. When he first rode the sand boat, this elite hunter could hardly even stand up.

After several more joint training sessions, the cooperation between the three of them became more and more tacit.

Now there is no need for Asa to remind them too much. Orlan and Sail know by themselves when to go and where to go. He can also focus on adjusting the rudder of the sailboat and maneuvering the sand boat.

At this time, they were basically able to keep up with the pace of other sand boats and not be left behind.

Sail was excited about this and suggested that the three of them go to the meeting house tavern to eat and drink to celebrate, and he would treat them all.

But he was obviously too happy too soon.

Asa told him and Orlan that they had only completed the most basic part of the joint training. If they could not adapt quickly to this part, even four or five-star elite hunters would be kicked out of the sand fleet.

Oh no, be more polite, please go out - you are excellent, but not suitable for us.

The joint training entered the second stage.

The Saudi fleet borrowed several large Saudi fishing boats from the fishing fleet, saying they were used to "simulate targets."

At first, both Orlan and Sail were a little confused.

Until the training really began, Asa cooperated with the sailors on the fishing boat, fixed the small sand boat to the side of the fishing boat with a strong rope, let the high-speed fishing boat tow the small sand boat forward, and then urged the hunters to climb onto the fishing boat along the rope with an inclination of more than 60 degrees.

They finally understood that the so-called simulated target was the legendary Fengshan Dragon.

There are only two weeks left until the estimated monsoon arrival date.

Chapter 37 Before the Monsoon

Like a worm, it clung to the violently shaking rope and climbed up little by little.

The movement is ugly, but at least it is secure and won't fall easily.

"Hurry up! In actual combat, there won't be enough time for you to crawl slowly!" The captain's voice was scolded from the fishing boat used to simulate the Fengshan dragon.

Orlan tried to speed up a bit, but to be honest, he had practiced rock climbing before, but few people would train specifically for rope climbing, after all, there were few scenarios where it could be used.

It was all thanks to the hunter's strong hand strength and excellent balance that he was able to ensure that he would not fall off the rope.

But asking him to climb swiftly and nimbly was a real challenge for him. Even an elite hunter like Senior Sayer wouldn't be able to do it.

"Don't use your hands! Use your feet to push your body upwards!" Sail, who was already standing on the deck of the fishing boat, waved his hands and gave advice loudly.

How did you climb up already?!

Olang looked up in surprise. At this moment, a crosswind blew and the small sand boat towed beside the fishing boat shook violently. Asa, who was in charge of operating the sand boat, hurriedly adjusted the rudder to stabilize the boat.

During this process, the rope connecting the fishing boat and the sand boat loosened and then suddenly tightened. Orlang, who was hanging on the rope, was caught off guard and was bounced off the rope.

"Brother Orlan!" Saier on the deck of the fishing boat exclaimed and reached out his hand, but Orlan was too far away from him and he could not catch him at all. He could only watch Orlan fall into the sand sea.

"Ha—" the captain beside him sighed, "Don't be so nervous. He was born and raised on this desert sea. He knows how to protect himself in times like this."

Although after hearing what the captain said, Sail still couldn't hide his worry. Fortunately, just a few minutes later, another sand boat picked up Orlan who fell into the sand and brought him to the fishing boat.

At this time, Ao Lang was covered in dust, and there were many scratches on his face and arms. He looked very embarrassed, but thanks to his timely tightening of his body, he did not suffer more serious injuries.

"If this were an actual battle, you would have been eliminated or even killed. You understand that, right?" The captain stared at Orlan with a stern tone.

".yes."

Seeing Orlan's serious expression, the captain's tense face relaxed a little.

"I understand. What you just said is nonsense. In actual combat, you will have safety ropes tied around your waists. If you accidentally fall into the sand, you can climb back to the sand boat along the safety ropes."

At this point, the captain paused for a second and said, "But don't think that everything will be fine just because you have a safety rope.

If you lose consciousness the moment you fall into the sand and fail to climb back to the sand boat using the safety rope in time, you may be dragged to death by the high-speed sand boat.

If you are seriously injured and unable to climb back along the safety rope, you should at least cut the safety rope, okay?

I don't want to see another battle over, with a broken body still dragging from the safety line of the sandboat."

The fleet conducts joint training every two to three days, and the rest of the time is spent repeatedly inspecting and repairing the sand boats to ensure that the ships are in the best condition and can be deployed at any time.

The training during this period has been very effective. Orlan, who used to be able to hang on the rope like a bug, can now climb up the nearly vertical and violently shaking rigging with ease.

Among them, Searle’s personal demonstration played an indispensable role.

In terms of rope climbing speed alone, many veterans in the sand fleet could not compare to him. The fact that he could master even this unpopular technique so well made Orlan's respect for this predecessor even greater.

As the monsoon season approaches, merchants and tourists flock to the city of Lokrak, making it increasingly lively. However, the atmosphere inside the desert fleet becomes increasingly solemn.

The so-called monsoon period is not a very precise solar term. Scholars can give a rough time by counting the time of arrival of past monsoons and summarizing the rules.

But in reality, the monsoon from the north is very capricious and may arrive early or late.

Even if the monsoon suddenly hits at this moment, bringing with it a cloud of sand and dust, it would not be surprising.

In order to avoid being caught off guard, the Saudi fleet has stopped all joint training activities and required all participants to stay in the dock on standby and be ready to fight at any time.

For someone like Asa who can't settle down, such days are like being in prison.

He kept thinking about driving the sand boat out for a race, saying that it was to familiarize himself with the feel and make sure his skills were not rusty. Naturally, he ended up being scolded by the captain of the boat.

But for some others, such a life is inexplicably fulfilling, like Ao Lang.

During this period, he trained behind Sai Er all day long and shamelessly asked for advice on one-handed sword techniques. It was because Sai Er had a good personality and was willing to teach the younger generation, otherwise he would have been impatient long ago.

During the training and communication process, Orlan discovered that even if we put aside the messy "intrusive techniques" such as the Demon Transformation Charged Slash, Senior Cell's style of using the one-handed sword was completely different from his.

His style is offensive, everything is for the purpose of attacking. He uses the shield as a hammer and sometimes as an axe. Even if he uses it to block occasionally, it is to create a flaw for the next attack.

Saier's fighting style was extremely safe. A round shield with a diameter of only half a meter made him look as immovable as a heavy defensive weapon like a spear or a musket.

But it would be a big mistake to regard him as a defender who specializes in defense.

On the contrary, Sale is very good at moving in the gaps between defenses by sliding, slid (sliding), etc., and drilling into the monster's belly and other counterattack blind spots to launch guerrilla warfare.

Stability and dexterity, two qualities that should be unrelated, are perfectly integrated in him, and have completely changed Orlan's perception of the one-handed sword, a so-called "novice weapon."

With his own special talent and Sai Er's generous guidance, Orlan quickly learned the roaming technique that Sai Er called "sliding slash".

Of course, he has only learned the movements at the moment. If he wants to truly apply this move in actual combat, he still needs more training and practice.

And this growth is not one-sided.

Initially, Sayer did have the idea of ​​supporting his junior, but after communicating with him for some time, he also learned a lot from this eccentric junior.

Of course, he couldn't learn the strange moves like the demon-man transforming into a sword and shield dancing wildly, or the one-handed charged slash, but Orlan's many ideas that transcended the conventional one-handed swordsman's thinking logic gave him a lot of inspiration.

His memo pad was almost filled with these messy ideas, most of which were meaningless delusions to him, but he always felt that he could extract something meaningful from them.

If possible, they all hope that these peaceful days can last longer, but it is obvious that the arrival time of the desert monsoon will not change because of personal wishes.

North of Loklak, deep in the sea of ​​sand.

The hot air balloon responsible for observing the monsoon is floating high in the sky as usual. Due to the lack of water vapor and few clouds in the desert, the line of sight can extend very far as long as it is not sandstorm weather.

Suddenly, the small windmill used to measure wind speed began to spin, attracting the attention of scholars from the Ancient Dragon Observatory on the hot air balloon.

The old but still agile dragon scholar raised his telescope and looked towards the north.

On the horizon with undulating sand dunes, the gray-yellow sand and dust blown up by the strong wind are like a wall with no visible edge, slowly but steadily pushing forward.

The scholar quickly threw the telescope aside, took out the flare and fired it.

The monsoon is coming!

Chapter 38 Magical Nature

"Duwu——"

The long horn sounds rose one after another, echoing in the streets and alleys of Rocklark.

This is a sign that the monsoon is coming.

The local residents, who had long been accustomed to all this, immediately retreated into their houses, and experienced merchants hurriedly packed up their stalls.

Only the tourists who came to Rocklak for the first time still looked confused. After listening to the explanations of the people around them, they hurried to a safe place for refuge under the guidance of the fortress guerrillas and the guides Elu.

At this time, the Sand Fleet Dockyard was undoubtedly the most lively and busiest place in the entire city.

With the sails half-raised, the fleet's flagship, the dragon-beating ship Fengshan Maru, was the first to slide out of the dock and rush into the boundless sea of ​​sand like a giant whale returning to the ocean.

A total of twelve small sand boats rushed out of the dock one after another. They flexibly adjusted their formation, like a group of beasts guarding their leader, and tightly surrounded Fengshan Maru.

“Huhaha!”

Standing at the bow, Saier couldn't help but feel excited and raised his arms to cheer.

Looking at this usually steady and polite senior with amusement, Aolan also put his fingers in his mouth and blew a loud whistle.

"Ahahaha! You're quite spirited, newbies!"

On another small sand boat just a few meters away from them, a burly man with a broadsword on his back laughed out loud, "Be careful not to fall!"

"Duwu--" The horn commanding the action of the sand boat sounded from the Mineyama Maru.

"Whose second brother is that! The captain's order has come, don't be slow and get left behind!" The boatman who was partnered with the greatsword user shouted loudly, then pulled the sail to adjust the sail surface, speeding up to overtake them.

"Damn it!" Asa cursed and pulled the rope. The strong wind filled the sail in the blink of an eye. The sand boat under their feet suddenly jumped forward, almost throwing off Sail, who was standing at the bow and releasing his passion.