Monster Hunter: Wild Pointer

"Well, he really likes things like mechanisms and machinery. Especially since he started systematically studying the relevant knowledge recently, he also said that one day he wants to build a combat airship specifically for hunting cats."

"You're so ambitious!" Muti couldn't help laughing as he looked at Orlan. "Your tone just now sounded like a father boasting, 'My child loves reading and says he wants to be a scholar.'"

"Ah, is there any?"

The two chatted and laughed all the way to an animal pen on the edge of the city.

Looking at the dull-eyed Marutiao in the pen and the slowly moving Bobo, Orlan looked at Muti, who was leading the way, in confusion, "What are we doing here?"

Muti looked back in even greater confusion. "Rent a Maru Bird car? Or what? Are you planning on walking all the way to the hunting grounds?"

"Maru Maru Bird Car?"

He had never even seen a creature like Maru Bird in Lockrak. In addition, there was a vast sea of ​​sand near Lockrak, and vehicles pulled by livestock could not navigate at all. They had to rely on small sand boats to travel.

The sandy land near Barubare was not suitable for small sand boats to sail, so he subconsciously thought that the hunters here went to the hunting grounds on foot.

Muti was helpless, "Barubare is almost a hundred kilometers away from the hunting grounds where we are going to hunt the sand dragon.

If there were no means of transportation, you wouldn't think I could have managed to limp back after failing in a hunt and breaking several bones, would I? "

"I certainly thought so."

"What kind of monster am I in your eyes?" Muti sighed, and while taking Ao Lang to pay the rent and deposit and rent two Maru Bird cars, he explained to him.

“Balubare is not only prosperous in commerce but also in animal husbandry. Otherwise, when the migration season comes, human power alone will not be enough to keep this mobile city moving.

It is only for the sake of sanitary environment within the city that a large number of livestock are grazed in the oasis outside the urban area.

If you have been to the oasis north of the city before. Well, you have been practicing sword in the training ground these days, and obviously you haven't gone anywhere.

Come on up and give it a try. Driving a Maru-dori car doesn't require any experience or skills, it's very easy."

Under Muti's guidance, Olang carefully climbed onto his Maru Bird cart. He didn't need to do anything, the Maru Bird pulling the cart would slowly move forward by itself.

"You can change direction by pulling the reins, and you can speed it up by giving it a gentle kick on the butt, but remember to be gentle, as Maru-tori can be easily startled.

If it gets frightened, it will be difficult to control it before it calms down." Muti continued to share his experience.

Just as Muti said, the Maru Bird car was easy to drive. After a while, the Aolan car was well-equipped, and the two cars drove side by side, slowly moving forward.

Although the speed is not fast, it is stable and comfortable.

"Hey!"

Just then, a hunter shouted and rode past them on a squawking maru bird.

Ao Lang pointed with his mouth open at the man who blinked away. His meaning was obvious - how could he be so fast? Why did he just ride the Marudori instead of driving a car?

Muti's face was expressionless. "It's faster to just ride the Marunori, but it's very bumpy. If we get caught in the hunting grounds, we'll probably lose half our lives if we get bumped back like this."

".While I appreciate your caution, please don't say such unlucky words before setting off."

Facing Orlan's sidelong glance, Muti's expression, which had been tense to appear experienced, collapsed. "Well, actually, it's because I can't ride Marudori either. I only arrived at Barubare a little over half a month earlier than you."

As she said this, as if to escape from Orlan's sight, she used a little more strength and kicked Marutori, who was pulling the cart, in the butt.

"Cuck!"

Marunori in front of Muti's car let out a scream and started running uncontrollably. The violent shaking of the car body almost threw her out.

"Ooohhhhhh!"

Chapter 68 Cat People's Food

With Marutori's help, the journey that would have taken nearly a week on foot was completed in just over three days.

It’s still the same swamp and the same sand dragon.

Compared to the anxiety he felt when he accepted the mission to hunt the Sand Dragon last time, Muti's mentality was much calmer now.

On the one hand, after the last battle, she had a deeper understanding of the creature called the Sand Dragon, and could make more targeted responses to some of the latter's moves.

More importantly, she had companions this time.

"Should we start hunting right away, or go to the camp and rest first?" Muti asked Orlan.

As the person who took over this mission, she was also the nominal captain, but in her opinion, Aolan was as strong as her, and in some aspects even stronger.

In addition, the other party is here to help, so some key decisions still need to seek each other's opinions.

"Let's go to the camp first, park the Marubird, adjust our status, and formulate some tactics." Orlan replied, "We have plenty of time for the mission, so we don't need to rush."

"Yeah." Muti nodded. "I usually don't hunt on the day I arrive at the hunting grounds. I make various preparations, including scouting the terrain, and then I officially start the action after a night of rest."

"It seems that the teachers who taught us hunting are all cautious people." Orlan said with some amusement.

The two men came to a hunter's camp a few kilometers away from the swamp, unloaded the car carrying the maru birds, fed the maru birds some food, and tied them up.

"We've already done the terrain reconnaissance. It's only been less than half a month, so the terrain shouldn't have changed much." Muti took out his map and shared some details marked during the previous reconnaissance with his companions.

Aolan wrote down the information one by one, "We are already familiar with that Sand Dragon, so it shouldn't be a big problem to start hunting it right away.

However, our goal is to use it as a whetstone to sharpen the knife, and the battle may last longer, so we need to confirm that there are no other large monsters nearby.

If there are annoying things like shield bugs, it would be better to remove them in advance."

"Ah, those rolling insects are really giving me a headache."

After a brief rest, the two left the camp and began to search the periphery in circles, centered on the swamp area where the target was located.

Until evening, they encountered nothing except two flying beetles that posed no threat, which was the best news.

Before returning to the camp, they sneaked to the swamp. Luckily, their hunting target was there.

“I saw it.”

Muti put down the telescope and said in a breathless voice, "Close to the center of the swamp, that rock-like protrusion."

"Yeah." Orlan nodded slightly. He also noticed the "stone", which was the crown of the sand dragon.

In order to avoid parasites and the heat of the desert, the sand dragon likes to bury its whole body in the mud, leaving only the top of its crown exposed. There are vents connected to the respiratory tract on it, which makes it easier for it to breathe in the mud.

Orlan took out a dye ball from his prop bag and looked at Muti. "Are you sure?"

"Let me try." Muti took the dye ball.

The distance between the rock where they were hiding and the sand dragon was nearly fifty meters. At this distance, it was extremely difficult to use the dye ball to accurately hit the crown of the head which was only the size of an ordinary dining table. In any case, Orlan believed that he did not have that ability.

But Muti has better tools than his bare hands.

On her left arm, a small and delicate crossbow that at first glance might be mistaken for some kind of decoration popped up. It was a catapult.

This special equipment was developed by the Guild Equipment Department, tested and improved by the New World Survey Team in actual combat, and finally finalized. It has gradually become popular in the Old World in the past decade.

In large central cities like Dondoruma, hunter training camps even offer special courses for catapults.

However, Rocklak is located in a remote area, and the desert people value tradition and are relatively conservative, so few hunters try this new equipment.

There was no demand, and the local workshops were too lazy to put in the effort to research the technology, so the catapults that Locklak could buy had poor accuracy and a high failure rate, and even fewer hunters were willing to use them, forming a vicious cycle.

Before arriving in Balubare, Orlan had always thought that a catapult was just a slingshot-like device mounted on his arm armor.

After hanging the dye ball handed by Orlan on the string of the catapult, Muti stretched out his left arm and aimed for a few seconds before pulling the trigger.

"Whoosh-"

The dye ball flew straight towards the Sand Dragon in the distant swamp at a speed that could never be achieved by throwing it with bare hands and with a straight trajectory.

The next second, the dye ball hit the target accurately, dyeing the crown, which looked like an ordinary rock from a distance, a striking pink color, and a strong smell spread.

"Gua ...

The awakened sand dragon crawled out of the mud, shaking its head continuously.

Its "nostrils" are located on the top of its crown, and were splashed with the dye from the dye ball. The smell made the sand dragon, which has a keen sense of smell, very uncomfortable.

It glared around fiercely, looking for the attacker in the dark, while the culprits, Muti and Orlan, had already crouched down, huddled behind a large rock, and remained motionless.

Its most sensitive sense of smell was interfered with and was useless. The sand dragon circled around the swamp for a long time but found nothing. It had to think that it was the excrement left by some creature flying in the air.

After rubbing its dye-covered head against the sand a few times, the Sand Dragon returned to its favorite swamp, curled up and lay down, and after a moment, it began to make low snoring sounds.

After waiting for a while and confirming that the Sand Dragon was completely asleep, the two of them tiptoed out of their hiding place and returned to the camp.

"So accurate." Orlan gave Muti a thumbs up.

With this dye ball, you no longer have to worry about not being able to find the trace of the Sand Dragon the next day.

"It's because the accuracy of my projector is higher." Muti didn't seem to be used to being praised, but from her expression, it could be seen that she was quite happy.

"Which workshop did you order it from?" Orlan glanced at Muti's left arm with some envy. "I'm planning to order one too. There aren't many workshops in all of Rocklake that sell catapults."

"This is a gift from my grandfather. But there are some very skilled craftsmen in Barubare. I'll introduce them to you when I get back. For them, things like catapults are like toys. They can make them quickly."

"Thank you very much."

After returning to the camp, the two filled their stomachs with the food they brought with them and went to bed early to recharge their energy for the next day's hunting.

Silent all night.

The next day, before it was even dark, Muti opened her eyes, sat up from the bed, and sniffed.

"Huh? The smell of frying bacon, wasn't it just a dream?" She muttered as she walked out of the tent.

"Good morning." Beside the rekindled bonfire, Orlan greeted her.

Staring at the cast iron skillet on the campfire, Muti asked uncertainly, "Are you, making breakfast?"

"Are you mixing a potion?" Orlan chuckled and handed a large piece of cheese on a branch to Muti. "Toast it. Just melt the surface slightly. Don't hold it too close to the fire."

"Oh oh!" Muti wiped his hands with the hem of his clothes in a hurry, took the cheese, sat opposite the campfire and slowly roasted it.

But his eyes couldn't stop drifting to the thick-cut bacon covering the frying pan.

Why would anyone bring bacon with them when they go hunting?!

"Fry until the oil comes out and both sides are slightly charred." Orlan glanced at the recipe on the memo. "It should be almost done. Help me take it down."

He shoved the cast iron pan filled with thick bacon into Muti's hands and said, "Be careful not to drool in it."

"Slurp—sorry."

Orlan took out a few large and thick naan breads from the package, put them close to the campfire to toast them a little, and then stretched out his hand to Muti, "Give me the cheese."

"oh oh!"

He took the half-melted cheese from Muti's hand, scraped off the softened and liquidized part with a knife, put it on the toasted naan, and then picked up a large piece of fried bacon from the frying pan and rolled it in.

"Eat it." He handed Muti a bacon roll with plenty of cheese. "Although the recipe calls for bread, it shouldn't be a problem to use naan."

"Thank you, thank you." Muti took it a little embarrassedly, and ate it in a few bites as if he didn't feel the heat at all.

Orlan rolled one for himself and took a bite. "Hmm, I guess I need to buy thinner naan next time. It's a bit hard to chew. I could also sprinkle some more spices on it."

"I think it's delicious," Muti mumbled as he chewed. "When I was hunting, I used to boil the food I brought with me into a paste for breakfast."

"I used to eat the food I brought with me." Orlan handed the naan to Muti and let her hold the roll herself. "But then I thought it would be good to eat a good and full meal before the hunt, so I just treated it as cat food."

"That makes sense, ah-woo."

The frying pan was full of at least two kilograms of bacon, a large piece of cheese and many pieces of naan. In less than a quarter of an hour, all of it went into the stomachs of the two people.

Even the grease on the iron pan was wiped clean by Muti using naan, so it seemed that there was no need to wash it.

"Are you full?" Orlan looked at Muti who looked melancholy.

“.I’m full!”

"What a subtle hesitation." Orlan placed the clean cast iron pot back on the campfire, "There are still some ingredients left, and I originally wanted to save them for after the hunt.

Forget it, just eat it all in one go!"

Chapter 69: Why do you need a sword when you are so stable?

(An additional chapter for the leader 'Miss Hiiro's King Yogurt', and several other leaders, please allow me to return them slowly)

I don’t know if it’s because he had a very satisfying meal before the battle, but Muti looked full of energy, even a little excited.

Just like a tin toy with the spring wound half a turn too long, its steps are slightly faster than usual.

The two of them trotted all the way to the swamp where the sand dragon was. The smell of dyed fruit in the air indicated that their target was here and they would not leave.

This time, the two men did not try to hide their whereabouts quietly, but approached openly. When they were only a few dozen meters away from the swamp, Orlan stopped and made a "please" gesture to Muti.