Monster Hunter: Wild Pointer

"I'll stay here. You go and cover them as they place the explosives!" Sledgehammer shouted in a hoarse voice, "Don't let these sand balls detonate the explosives prematurely!"

"it is good!"

Saier immediately ran towards the neck of the mountain dragon.

Seeing Orlan, who was soaked in blood, dancing wildly in the wound, Sail was stunned for half a second, and soon realized the purpose of the former's doing so.

After quickly assessing the wound with his eyes and deciding it was big enough to fit the anti-dragon bomb, he shouted, "Alright, I'll detonate it! You guys retreat!"

The Bug Stick User nodded, quickly ran to the Hammer User, and informed the latter to retreat.

Orlang, who was performing the Demon Dance with all his strength in the wound, was unable to stop for a while until he was blocked by Sail's shield and finally stopped the sword.

Sayle pulled at his clothes and helped him to crawl out of the wound.

The two of them worked together to completely stuff the anti-dragon bomb into the wound. After releasing the safety, Seer quickly pulled the fuse and was about to evacuate.

Suddenly, a shadow approached overhead.

"Be careful!" Olang warned loudly.

Seer looked up and noticed the sand ball falling towards him.

A bomb with the safety released is very sensitive. A small stone can detonate it, not to mention a large ball of sand falling from the sky.

The bomb would be detonated prematurely, and they would have no time to leave the explosion range. Without time to think, Sayle rushed to Orlan, grabbed him and jumped off the dragon's back, while turning around and raising the shield.

The next second, the blazing flames engulfed them.

Chapter 46 Your Weakness Is Not Desperate

Orlan sat up suddenly.

His head hurt, his thoughts were confused, and the feeling of discomfort in his chest and abdomen made him want to hit himself hard. These were all symptoms of a severe impact.

Aolan hit his head with the back of his fist. He seemed to be in a clinic, with bandages on his body. Was he injured and unconscious? No, he had

His mind gradually became clear again.

The feast in the desert, the dragon-climbing battle, the unexpected counterattack of the mountain dragon, the overturned dragon-striking ship, the prematurely detonated bomb, and the shield blocking the way for Sailer.

Thinking of this, Orlan was eager to get out of bed, but accidentally knocked over the low table at the head of the bed. Hearing the noise, someone ran over from next door.

"Hey, you finally woke up? You slept so long you missed the party!"

The person who came in was Asa. He looked a little funny, with a thick bandage on his head, one arm in a splint, and he walked with a limp.

But Aolan couldn't laugh at this moment. He asked impatiently, "Where's Senior Sayer? Is he okay? And how are everyone in the fleet? Was the battle a success?"

Asa originally wanted to tease Aolan, but before he could make some inappropriate jokes, he finally thought about it. He touched his mouth and changed his words:

"Well, Brother Sayle was injured quite a bit, but his female fire dragon armor was really good. He woke up a day earlier than you, so he's fine."

The fleet suffered considerable damage, and the Fengshan Maru even needs major repairs." Speaking of this, Asa's expression grew graver.

“But thanks to your activeness, we finally managed to inflict heavy damage on the Peak Mountain Dragon and repel it at the last moment. Otherwise, the casualties would have been doubled.

The captain said he wanted to thank you very much."

At this time, the doctor who heard the noise also rushed over. He drove away Asa who still wanted to chat, and carefully examined Orlan's body.

fractures, burns, concussions, internal bleeding

After hearing this, Ao Lang realized that he might need to recuperate for a while.

During the time he was recuperating in the clinic, many people came to visit him.

Ms. Maridan patted him on the shoulder and kept saying he did a good job. She also brought him a lot of meat, while Mr. Lamarque left behind several thick books.

Marydan scolded her husband for this and took the books away before leaving.

Joda also came to visit with his companions from the Fortress Guerrillas. The guerrillas were busy with their daily work and they could not come often, so Joda left Seabuckthorn behind and entrusted it to take care of Orlan and Asa to recover from their injuries.

The captain of the fleet also came over in person to express his gratitude to Orlan and his team, brought a lot of gifts, and said that the Saudi fleet would always welcome them to join.

There was also an unexpected visitor, the mustachioed president of the Rocklark Guild, who came with the captain.

He brought the reward for this mission, which included not only the basic money but also a piece of ore obtained from the back of a mountain dragon and a piece of armor that had been polished and had its rock-like outer layer removed, revealing a gorgeous pale blue.

This amount of material is far from enough to make equipment, but it is more used to commend his bravery in fighting.

If sold to a merchant, it would probably fetch a lot of money, but Ao Lang is not short of money at the moment, so he plans to keep it as a souvenir.

It was not until he was allowed to get out of bed and walk around freely that Orlan saw Sail, who had also been forced to stay in bed for several days.

The latter seemed to be in good spirits and started joking with him as soon as they met. "I heard this is your first time as a cat? How is it? How does it feel?"

The so-called "cat" is a joke among hunters, used to refer to the loss of combat capability during hunting.

Normally, that's the same as being dead, but sometimes with a bit of luck, things can turn around.

The guild has signed an agreement with the Elu tribe in the wild. If the Elu can rescue seriously injured hunters from the monsters, one third of the hunter's mission reward will belong to them.

Over time, some hunters began to use the word "cat" to represent things like being seriously injured, unconscious, or losing the ability to fight.

In response to Sayer's joke, Orlan simply nodded.

Seabuckthorn tilted his head to look at the young hunter in front of him, and asked curiously, "What about you? Have you ever ridden a cat car?"

When it lived with the tribe in the wild, it also helped push the cat cart and carried half-dead hunters.

"Well, it happened a few times, but I was lucky and didn't die in the hunting ground." Saiergan said with a smile.

Then, his expression became more serious. "My injuries are almost healed. I will leave Rocklark in the next two days. Before that, I have something to tell you."

Ao Lang stood up straighter after hearing this. "Please go ahead."

"I think more than one person has told you that you are not suitable for a one-handed sword, right?"

".That's right."

"I know you have special talents, and I've heard you talk about your teacher. Furthermore, after watching him for a while, I can only say that your teacher's approach is correct.

Of course, this isn't all I want to tell you. I came here today specifically to remind you that you have a rather obvious weakness."

Sai Er didn't mean to keep the secret. He looked into Aolan's eyes and said almost word by word, "You lack a sense of self-preservation."

"Lack of self-preservation awareness." Orlan repeated this sentence.

"Yes, it has nothing to do with your special talent. It's a problem with your personality. It seems that the only thing on your mind is attacking."

"Uh," Orlan choked, something he seemed unable to refute.

"It's normal for people to have their own priorities, but your offensive focus is too pure. For you, whether it's defense or dodging, they only exist as a 'continuation' for the next attack.

With your current strength level, this doesn't seem to be a problem. Monsters like the Yellow Speed ​​Dragon King can be easily suppressed by attack alone.

But as you continue to move forward, when you reach three or four stars and need to face some stronger and more cunning monsters, this fatal weakness will be exposed. By then, you may not even have a chance to make up for it, and you will die in the hunting ground.

To give you a direct example, at the end of the dragon battle, you threw away your shield and used your knife as dual blades, right?

“That’s for.”

"I know." Orlan's subconscious retort was interrupted by Saier, "There's nothing wrong with you using your two swords to perform the Demonic Dance to enlarge the wound. It's better to praise your quick thinking.

Your problem is, after that, didn't you ever think about picking up the shield?"

Orlan was speechless, and Sayre continued, "When I was preparing to detonate the bomb, the shield was right at your feet, but you didn't even look at it, nor did you consider evacuating in advance.

You don't seem to take your life very seriously."

"I think so too, meow." Seabuckthorn also interjected, "He was quite cautious when formulating his tactics, meow, but when the battle started, he suddenly became desperate, meow."

Aolan was so blocked by the two men and the cat that he was speechless.

After a moment's silence, he said in a muffled voice, "I'll practice more defensive techniques."

"No, you misunderstood me."

Saier's tone slowed down a bit, "I'm telling you this not to divert your energy away from 'attacking'. Your extreme offensiveness is your advantage and should not be concealed.

Just like a sharp and slender knife is not suitable to be used as a shield, the two are the same principle.

I remind you because I hope you will pay more attention to saving your life, and there are many ways to do that.

For example, like now, using weapons with shields like the one-handed sword, building stronger heavy armor, preparing more life-saving items, teaming up with heavy-armored defenders who are good at defense, finding a hunting cat to watch over your back, and so on and so forth."

When he said the last sentence, he looked at Sea Buckthorn curiously and said, "By the way, is this little guy your hunting partner? Why haven't I seen him before?"

Seabuckthorn was stunned for a moment and shook his head, "I'm just here to take care of Orlan Meow, entrusted by the boss."

Orlan also explained, "Seabuckthorn is a member of the Fortress Guerrilla Army, not my hunting cat partner."

"Is that so? I saw that you had a good relationship. I thought you were already partners." Saier said with a smile, and did not go into details about this matter, but returned to the original topic.

"You told me before that after your teacher allowed you to change weapons, you didn't know when to change weapons or what weapons to change to.

As a senior, I'll give you a piece of advice: wait until you can safely lay down your shield before you seriously consider this matter."

Chapter 47 Hobby is a mechanism!

A few days later, having fully recovered from his injuries, Sale packed his luggage and prepared to leave Rocklark.

The only purpose of his trip to this sand city was to participate in the feast of the desert and witness the majesty of the "Lord of the Desert".

Now that the goal has been achieved, there is naturally no need to stay here any longer.

As teammates who had trained together for several weeks and fought side by side to repel the Fengshan Dragon, Orlan and Asa arrived at the airship landing early to bid him farewell.

"Okay, don't look like that, it's not like we won't see each other again in the future." Sayre said to the two with a smile, "In the next few years, I will probably be operating out of Grombaum.

If you ever get a chance to go there, remember to meet me at the Meeting House Tavern."

"Okay!" Asa agreed readily.

Orlan nodded slightly. He had heard of the forest city located on the east side of the Old World, built deep in the dense forest.

It is said that the city, streets, and even buildings are full of lush green trees, which is a little hard to imagine for him who was born and raised in the desert.

Seer boarded the airship and left.

The two men waved goodbye to him and watched the airship rise into the sky. After watching for a long time, Orlan finally looked away.

He turned around and was about to leave with Asa, but suddenly noticed that Seabuckthorn, who had followed them, was still staying where he was.

It stared at the flying spaceship, lost in thought.

Looking at the tiny airship that was left in the sky, and then glancing sideways at the dazed Seabuckthorn, Olang had some ideas in his mind.

"You said you were going to leave Rocklark and travel?"

Seeing Orlan coming over fully armed, Qiao Da, who subconsciously thought that he was here to receive another mission, looked up in surprise.

"Yes." Ao Lang nodded. "Of course, I'm not leaving right away. I just want to let you know in advance. I will complete all the work handovers according to the regulations before leaving."

"That's not necessary." Qiao Da waved his hand, "You're not in charge of patrols, you usually come to me to take over missions, there's nothing to hand over.

I'm just curious, how did you suddenly come up with the idea of ​​traveling? "

After a few seconds of silence, Orlan said, "Lokrak is where I grew up. I am familiar with every street here, and there are many people who take care of me.

If I don’t do something well, there will always be someone who will step forward to help me and cover for me.”

"Isn't this bad?"

"Of course it's good. It's so good that I don't want to move, let alone leave." Orlan raised his head. "That's why I want to go out, leave this warm and comfortable place that makes me sleepy, and experience a more cruel world."

"Alright." Qiao Da pushed aside the official documents in front of him and sighed, "Every year there are a few scoundrels like you. I'm used to it.

You have been promoted to two stars. There seems to be no other meaning in staying in the Fortress Guerrilla except for accumulating missions.

Going out on your own and enduring some hardships can be considered a way to accelerate your growth.

I approve. Remember to prepare well before your trip. Oh, and don't forget to say goodbye to your friends."

"Yes." Orlan nodded, took off the bamboo hat that symbolized his membership in the Fortress Guerrillas, and placed it on Qiao Da's desk. "There's one more thing I hope you can allow, Boss Qiao Da."

"What's the matter?"

"I want to invite Seabuckthorn to be my hunting partner and take it with me."

"Seabuckthorn?" Qiao Da glanced at Aolan, "Yes, it seems you have a good relationship and often act together.

I have no objection to this matter. Seabuckthorn was not originally a member of the Fortress Guerrillas. He was just little Elu who I picked up and took in.