Monster Hunter: Wild Pointer

"This isn't a katana!!"

With an indignant shout, she swung the shield in her hand and smashed it hard on the side of the Tusha dragon's head, actually knocking the head, which was as heavy and hard as a huge rock, to the other side.

"It's not a great sword either!"

Looking at the female hunter who picked up her weapon and returned to the battlefield, Orlan's eyes twitched twice.

What level of strength is this? Even the Sand Dragon rolled his eyes.

Under the angry cover of his teammates, the preparation for the powerful slash was complete. At the moment when the power accumulated to the peak, Orlan slashed down with the sword.

The dull bone sword blade drew a conspicuous arc of light under the night sky, and the next second, a large amount of blood gushed out.

"Guaoaoao——"

Amidst the painful howls, the frightened Sand Dragon finally managed to steady itself with difficulty and turned around to flee.

Orlan put down the bone scimitar in his hand and let out a long breath.

The female hunter looked at the dense cracks on the blade and stared at him with a pout.

How can you chop and smash like that?

Orlan's gaze also fell on the shield on the opponent's right arm, which had a large dent.

The female hunter looked down and uttered an "Ah!" in panic, her puffed-up cheeks deflated.

"We're even now regarding the weapon." Orlan wiped the blood off the sword, held it flat in both hands, and handed it to the female hunter.

"And, thank you very much." As the other party took the weapon, Orlan bowed deeply to him. "If it weren't for your timely support, I might have been killed by that earth dragon."

"No, no, you're exaggerating." Seeing Orlan's serious attitude, the man quickly bowed in return and untied the strap of the shield on his right arm.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Orlan looked at the opposite side straight in the eye.

The other person looked younger than he had thought before, definitely under twenty years old, and it was possible that he was even younger than himself.

He is very tall, roughly about 190 cm, with broad shoulders and a strong frame, but he is not as muscular as Mr. Haifa and Ms. Maridan. He looks tall and thin, with long arms and legs.

Her hair, which was just below her shoulders, was tied into a rustic braid at the back of her head, giving her the impression of an honest child.

During the few seconds he was observing her, the young female hunter also untied the straps and returned his one-handed sword.

"You are very powerful. You almost completed the second half of the battle alone. Even without me, you would definitely be able to successfully repel the Earth Sand Dragon."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Aolan rubbed his stiff face and said, "Our ages should be pretty close, so there's no need to use honorifics for each other.

My name is Orlan, a two-star hunter from Loklak, currently traveling."

The female hunter nodded, her expression relaxed a little. "My name is Muti, I'm from East Doruma, and I'm considered a two-star hunter."

ps. I played MH2 in junior high school. I didn't know how to play it at that time. The big sword was too slow to play, so I used the katana. But I didn't know how to use the katana very well. I liked to run to the monster with the katana, draw the katana and slash, then put the katana away and run away, repeating the cycle. I could kill a monster in 40 minutes.

Chapter 56 Welcome to Balubare

What do you mean by two stars?

Aolan was a little puzzled, but he didn't ask any further questions. Instead, he said, "I was escorting a caravan to Balubare, and I encountered the earth dragon nearby.

We need to hurry back to the Chamber of Commerce campground to check on our companions' safety. Do you want to come with us? If we don't have a place to stay for the night, there's at least a campfire and tents there."

The hunter girl named Muti thought for a moment and shook her head. "Thank you very much, but that's not necessary. My camp isn't far from here, so I won't bother you."

"I see." Aolan nodded his chin. "I'll be in Barubare soon. If we have the chance to meet, I'll treat you to a nice meal as a thank you."

The girl smiled, seemingly because she heard about food. "I've got that in mind. I have a big appetite!"

"Alright!" Aolan smiled and touched his forehead with the tip of his palm. "I'll be leaving first. My fellow caravan members will be uneasy if I'm away for too long."

"Goodbye."

Muti waved to Orlan as he left, and when his figure disappeared into the night, he turned his gaze to the footprints left by the Earth Sand Dragon.

She adjusted the straps on her weapon and chased after him.

Perhaps the encounter with the sand dragon shook off all the bad luck, and the last few days of the journey were uneventful, and we didn't even encounter a dog dragon.

No one in the caravan was injured and no goods were lost. They arrived safely at their destination - a large oasis with lush grass and water.

On a large sand dune several kilometers away from the oasis, Olang noticed a large area of ​​colorful "buildings" located on a warm yellow hillside.

At first he thought it was a mirage or some kind of illusion, until he got closer and finally realized it.

This is the mobile city, Barubare.

As a mobile city composed of tents, caravans and large sand boats, Barubare naturally does not have walls, gates and other essential infrastructure for other cities.

When you reach the edge of the city, you can directly enter the street.

But that was for travelers and pedestrians. Caravans carrying large quantities of goods could not squeeze into the narrow and winding streets of Barubare; they had other entrances.

On the hillside east of the "main city" of Barubare, there is a huge and empty trading area where caravans will register and unload goods, and subsequent transactions will also take place.

Of course, this part of the work has nothing to do with Orlan. His attention has long been attracted by the landmark dragon-shaped ship in the center of the city.

——The Barubare Guild Meeting House.

The leader of the caravan looked very happy. All the goods were transported to the destination intact, and he would make a lot of money this time.

He knew very well who was the biggest contributor, so he took the initiative to approach Aolang and said, "Brother Aolang, this safe arrival is entirely thanks to you. Here is the mission settlement receipt. Take it to the counter at the assembly hall and you can get the remaining reward.

And, these are my personal thanks.”

As he spoke, he handed Orlan a small leather bag containing some cash.

“No need.”

Just as Orlan was about to refuse, Karim came over and interrupted him with a smile, "Take it, you deserve it.

Not to mention the sand dragon a few days ago, the numerous attacks we suffered in the sea of ​​sand alone are worth this extra bonus."

"That's right." The head of the Chamber of Commerce nodded in approval.

Aolan looked at the head of the Chamber of Commerce and finally took the money bag. "Then I won't be polite."

"That's how it should be!" The Chamber of Commerce leader laughed and hugged him. "Our caravan will stay in the trade zone for two more weeks before returning. If you want to go back with us, please come find us."

Karim came over and patted his back and shoulders. "Me too! We might stay in Barubare for a while. Come visit me when you have time."

Oh, and this too!"

Karim handed a few folded papers to Orlan and said, "You seem to be interested in picnics. Here are some simple recipes.

A delicious and nutritious meal before heading out on a hunt will give you more strength for the battle!"

"Thank you very much." Olang carefully put away his purse and recipe book, and said goodbye to his fellow Chamber of Commerce companions with whom he had been together for nearly a month.

Amid the waving and greetings of the crowd, he walked into the narrow, complex, yet bustling streets of Barubare with sea buckthorn.

On the street, the young hunter and Elu looked around, their faces full of undisguised curiosity.

Perhaps because both are located in desert areas, the streets here have many similarities with those of Loklak.

For example, a rope would be stretched over the houses on both sides of the street to hang clothes, blankets, felt and other fabrics on it to dry.

But there are actually more differences.

Just as most of the houses in Lockrak are dominated by the gray-yellow color of the sand and stone itself, the colors of the residents' clothes are also relatively monotonous, basically inseparable from white, yellow, and brown.

Barubare is different. Whether it is the boxcars and tents on the roadside or the clothes worn by the residents, they are all colorful and unique.

They had never seen two identical pieces of clothing on pedestrians, nor had they encountered two identical tents.

The streets of the entire city are so colorful that it can make your eyes tired, but after getting used to it, you can appreciate the extraordinary enthusiasm and vitality of this city.

Ao Lang suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed the purse hanging on his waist. At the same time, Sea Buckthorn turned his head, baring his fangs and glaring at the figure that was quietly approaching Ao Lang.

It was a Melalu (black cat). Seeing that its theft had failed and it was discovered, it turned around and ran away without hesitation.

Seabuckthorn had been on duty in the Fortress Guerrillas for quite a long time, and his daily patrol work also included catching thieves. He subconsciously wanted to chase after it, but he didn't expect that Melalu was unexpectedly agile.

Thanks to his familiarity with the environment, he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After running a few steps, Seabuckthorn turned around and looked at Ao Lang, who also had a helpless look on his face and was retracting his steps.

The city's population is more fluid than that of Rocklark, and even the streets themselves are constantly changing.

Looking at the narrow alley that existed on the roadside one second and disappeared the next second after being occupied by a stall, Olang felt a headache for his former colleagues in this city from the bottom of his heart.

I'm afraid it's not easy to do public security work.

"Let's register at the gathering place first, rent a small room, and put our luggage down before going shopping," suggested Olang.

"Good meow."

They didn't have much luggage with them, but they had a lot of valuables.

If your wallet is stolen, you will feel sad but can still bear it. But if the jewelry you bought specifically for the convenience of carrying is stolen, it will be like a cardiac arrest.

The man and the cat stopped looking around and instead kept alert and walked along the winding streets towards the central area of ​​the city, towards the magnificent Dragon Boat Building.

The journey took longer than they expected. When they arrived at the base of the Dragon Boat Building and in front of the door of the meeting hall tavern, the man and the cat quickly checked their belongings and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

A passing hunter glanced at them and asked with amusement, "Did you get bit by a black cat?"

".Well, it was almost stolen."

"Hahaha, we really have to be careful then." The hunter laughed and said, "There are quite a few Melaluks in Barubare, and petty thefts have become a habit for them.

But they don't steal only for valuables. If you lose something valuable, please report it on the bulletin board and someone will help you get it back from the black cats' camp."

"I see. Thanks for the advice."

"It's okay, and." The hunter smiled and opened the curtain of the door of the tavern in the meeting place for them.

“Welcome to Balubare!”

p.s. The Barubale in the game is actually very small, but it is very large in the setting diagram and cg, so I will expand it a little.

Chapter 57 Ms. Sophia

The moment the door curtain was opened, a wave of sound accompanied by a complex smell of food, beer, and a hint of sweat hit me in the face.

The smell was not pleasant, and Seabuckthorn even sneezed on the spot, but Orlan found it very familiar.

The same smell was in the meeting house tavern at Locklark.

Even the hunters were just as enthusiastic. Seeing his unfamiliar face, several of them who were drinking happily raised their glasses to him from afar.

If he had a more unrestrained and lively personality and joined the drinking party immediately, no one would have rejected this unfamiliar little brother.

Unfortunately, he was still a rather introverted person. After nodding to express his gratitude, Olang took Seabuckthorn and walked straight towards the counter.

Noticing his arrival, the blonde receptionist behind the counter, dressed in an exquisite dress, smiled and bowed. "Hello, and welcome to the Barubare Guild. I'm Hannah, Mr. Hunter. How can I help you?"

Aolan and Seabuckthorn looked at each other, both feeling a little uncomfortable.

Shouldn't the poster girl be like the red-haired lady from the Rocklark Guild and say "I'm here, what's up!" in a heroic manner?

But then again, Locklak was the only guild poster girl he had ever met, so it was hard to say whose style was more unusual.

The other party's polite and decent attitude made Aolan a little restrained, while Seabuckthorn leaned over the counter, staring at the poster girl's golden hair.

The hair color of residents in desert areas is mostly dark colors such as black and brown. Some nomadic peoples also have gray hair, such as the Orang.

There are many foreigners who come to Rocklark for tourism, but most of them have blonde hair, but it is mostly light blonde or golden brown. It is the first time that it has seen hair as bright and pure as gold like the poster girl in front of it.

The poster girl also noticed Seabuckthorn's gaze. She smiled and rubbed the little guy's head, "It looks good, right? It's dyed. We Barubare people really like bright colors.

"Elu's hair can also be dyed. Can I recommend a shop I know? You can dye it to make it sparkle with gold~."

Imagining himself turning into Golden Elu, Seabuckthorn shuddered, "Thanks, but no thanks, meow!"

After being interrupted by Seabuckthorn, the originally nervous Aolang also relaxed. He handed his hunter's notes to the other party, "Two-star hunter Aolang and my hunting partner Seabuckthorn, we are from Rocklark, and this is my ID.

We plan to be in Baru Bare for a while and hope to register here.”

"Loklak, the pearl of the desert, is a great place." The poster girl took the notes with a smile and chatted with him while checking them.

"There's a food festival going on over there, right? Wouldn't it be a shame to miss it and come here?"

Aolan and Seabuckthorn looked at each other.

For tourists from other places, harvest festivals and food festivals are indeed very attractive large-scale celebrations.