Monster Hunter: Wild Pointer

"Impossible, how can I surpass them?"

Aolan said helplessly, "You are the most talented hunter I have ever seen, or even heard of. How powerful are your parents to make you so insecure?"

Muti opened his mouth.

Grandpa Amos had warned her not to tell anyone about family matters, but Orlan was her friend, or even the only friend of her age she could get along with so far, so she didn't want to hide it.

After hesitating for a while, she finally spoke in a low voice, "My father is a nine-star hunter, my mother is an eight-star, and Grandpa Amos was also an eight-star before he retired."

After being silent for several seconds, Aolan sighed heavily, "I finally understand where your lack of confidence comes from."

Chapter 74 Shadow

Orlan had guessed that Muti's parents were both very strong hunters, but he had never guessed that they would be "that" strong.

He could even tell the other person's father's name immediately. After all, there were only two nine-star hunters in active service, and one of them was a woman.

So, it seems that the two nine-star hunters are in a master-disciple relationship. Thinking along this line, we can probably guess what kind of people Muti came into contact with during his growth environment.

For ordinary people, only a small number of those who meet the physical requirements can enter the hunter training camp for training.

At least half of them will be eliminated along the way. Being able to pass the assessment and become a formal hunter is something to be proud of for anyone.

But not Muti, for her it’s just part of the foundation.

The so-called three stars are a hurdle. Most motivated hunters can be promoted to three stars in their prime as long as they do not die halfway.

The two points of "being aggressive" and "not dying young" are enough to screen out most of the hunters. Therefore, hunters who can reach this level are qualified to be called veterans, and can also teach apprentices and become instructors.

For Murthy, this is also part of the foundation.

Hunters at three stars and above, four stars and five stars, are already able to hunt powerful flying dragons. These people are the real elite, accounting for less than one-fifth of the total number of hunters.

For Muti, this is still the foundation.

Going up further, starting from six stars, you will get the so-called upper hunters.

Hunters who reach this level are shrouded in mystery. They are qualified to know some blocked confidential information and solve difficult cases under the assignment of the guild.

For Muti, this is finally no longer the so-called "foundation", but "the first step that should be taken as soon as possible."

She could not experience all the joy, pride and sense of accomplishment in the process of becoming a hunter, a formal hunter, a skilled veteran, and what everyone calls an elite.

Since she is the descendant of the legendary master hunter, all this is only natural.

No one would praise her for these things, or even if her parents and family members praised her, it would feel like teasing a child.

Imagine her father, a nine-star hunter, touching her head and saying, "Muti is awesome, you're already a two-star!"

The mother, an eight-star hunter, laughed and scolded, "You guys don't care about your daughter. She was already a three-star a while ago."

It must be difficult for Muti to laugh from the heart

Orlan rubbed his face.

A few minutes ago, he was still shocked by the other party's family background, but a few minutes later, he felt a little sorry for this guy.

The parent’s back was too tall, and the shadow cast on her head was so big that she couldn’t see the end of it.

"Okay, let me tell you what I think from the perspective of an outsider and a friend." Looking at Muti's pitiful appearance of hugging her knees and not saying a word, Orlan suddenly reached out and patted her arm.

"Do you think you can surpass your parents in broadsword and katana in your lifetime?"

Before asking the question, Oran had already guessed Muti's answer.

Sure enough, Muti shook his head rapidly, "No, it's impossible."

"Let's look at it another way. Are you better at using a broadsword than your mother? Are you better at using a katana than your father?"

"?" Muti looked at him confusedly.

What is this comparison method?

"I'm just making an analogy," Orlan said with a smile, "Surpassing anything, proving anything, are all meaningless.

You don't have to limit yourself to katana and broadswords. Why not try to find something that truly suits you and then walk a path that belongs only to you?"

"Suitable, mine?" Muti's face was filled with confusion. "Every weapon is suitable for me. I can't choose. That's why I practice with my parents' weapons."

Aolan: “.”

"How about this, let me ask it another way." Orlan took out his memo and listed all fourteen types of hunter weapons.

"Let's exclude the greatsword and the katana for now. Which direction do you prefer, close combat or ranged combat?"

"Close combat, let's say. A very good shooter once told me that my dynamic vision is good, but my eyesight is not sharp enough, so it's difficult for me to become a top shooter."

"Very good, heavy crossbow, light crossbow, and bow and arrow are eliminated." Orlan quickly crossed out three more lines with the charcoal pencil.

"Which do you prefer, a light and agile weapon or a heavy and powerful weapon?"

"Heavy weapons, I guess. Light weapons are too light. I'm not used to them. Besides, I don't think any heavy weapons are particularly heavy."

Aolan: “.”

What's wrong with this guy's mouth being a bit rude sometimes?

"Let's get rid of the two swords first. What do you think of the one-handed sword? Didn't you feel great smashing the shield before? This is the first time I've seen you laugh like that. You were laughing while smashing the Sand Dragon until it was covered in blood. It was pretty scary."

"Yes, is it that exaggerated?" Muti said shyly, "But I do like the feeling of the shield smashing."

"Then the scope is narrowed down a lot. Hammers, or weapons with shields. Have you ever considered being a defender?

I feel like you like to use counterattack tactics after you strike back, and you like to use counterattacks after you use the katana."

"Defender?" Muti repeated the word. "I don't know. There aren't many defenders among the elders I know, and I haven't had much contact with related weapons."

"Then go to the weapons shop and try. We are still young and should be brave enough to try." Aolan encouraged her: "Come to think of it, I have never tried any weapons with shields other than the one-handed sword.

Including my teacher, more than one senior criticized me for focusing too much on offense and neglecting defense and self-protection.

Maybe I should try out those weapons with large shields? Maybe they'll be surprisingly handy and even make up for my shortcomings."

Encouraged by Orlan, Muti nodded uncertainly.

"Then, go back and try again?"

The return journey was uneventful, and a few days later, they returned safely to Balubare.

The first thing they did after returning to the city was naturally to go to the gathering place to hand in the task. After learning that they had successfully hunted the Sand Dragon and had not suffered any injuries, President Sophia seemed very pleased.

Muti was very glad that he had almost healed the injury on his right arm caused by hitting the shield on the way back. If Ms. Sophia knew about this, she would probably scold him again.

The two of them ran to Nazia's place to get some sea buckthorn, and then ran to Chef Meow's shop to have a big meal to celebrate and soothe their stomachs that were damaged by the honey-fried cabbage and the food they brought with them.

After eating to its heart's content, Seabuckthorn said it wanted to go back and finish assembling the half-finished machine, but was grabbed by the tail by Orlan.

"Don't worry about it. If you don't get some sun, you'll get moldy."

"Damn it meow! Let us go back meow! Meow--!"

Ignoring his struggle, Orlan picked up his hunting partner, who was obsessed with mechanical knowledge, and asked Muti, "Didn't you tell me before that you knew a great craftsman in Balubare? Why don't we go to him?"

"Ok!"

Muti agreed readily and led Orang Seabuckthorn through the maze-like alleys of Barubare. The two of them and the cat finally arrived in front of an inconspicuous blacksmith shop.

There were no clerks or helpers in the shop. Only the boss was sitting alone by the blazing stove, hammering something.

The man had brown skin, a big nose, and a strong physique that was no less than that of a heavy weapons hunter. His pointed ears proved that he was not an ordinary human, but a dragon man.

While Aolan was observing the other person's appearance, Seabuckthorn's eyes fell on the object the craftsman was forging.

Judging from the shape, it seems to be a part of the herbivorous dragon's harness. Is it called a bit or something, meow?

"Uncle Craftsman!" Muti greeted happily.

The craftsman ignored her and continued with his work until the part was completed. He picked it up with pliers and placed it in the quenching liquid to complete the quenching. Then he looked up and nodded to Muti as a greeting.

Muti knew the craftsman was not good at speaking, so he took the initiative to introduce the two parties. "This is my friend Aolan, and his hunting partner Seabuckthorn."

"My name is Oran, from Loklak."

"Hello meow!"

"Ah."

"This is Mr. Craftsman, my mother's old traveling companion. Even though he only makes small things now, in terms of technology, he's the best in all of Barubare!"

The Olang Seabuckthorns looked at each other in bewilderment.

Of course, they believed in the skills of the craftsmen introduced by Muti, but compared to that, they were more concerned about how many companions Muti's mother had on her travels.

Why is Balubare everywhere?

Chapter 75: Sinking

The craftsman from the Dragon Clan was taciturn, with no expression on his square, dark face. He seemed difficult to get along with, but in fact, he was a gentle and enthusiastic person.

He led the two of them to sit in the shop and prepared a drink for each of them, including some sea buckthorn.

After saying thank you, Aolan took the tin cup handed to him by the craftsman and found that it seemed to contain some kind of animal milk, which was heated.

"Bobo milk," the craftsman explained simply, "It's nutritious and suitable for children."

Olang felt a little helpless. Although he was still a few months away from becoming an adult, he felt that he and Muti were no longer children.

However, the other party is a dragon man, and he doesn't look very young. Judging from his actual age, he might even be my grandfather. I have to accept it with a pinch of my nose.

He took a sip of the milk in the cup. It tasted almost like cream and was so thick that it was beyond his expectation.

"Delicious, right?" Muti, who was standing beside him, had already gulped down half a cup in one gulp. He said with a hint of boasting, "Uncle Craftsman is not only a top-notch blacksmith, but he's also very good at raising and taming animals.

During the Balubare migration, he was responsible for guiding the large herds."

"Very impressive." Ao Lang praised sincerely.

He knew that Muti was not the type to exaggerate. For a person to be outstanding in one thing was already a very impressive achievement, not to mention being good at multiple things at the same time.

The craftsman pursed his lips, which were so thin that they were almost invisible, and seemed a little embarrassed.

"Muti, what do you want to talk to me about?" he asked as if he wanted to change the subject.

Muti then remembered that they weren't here just to drink Bobo milk, and quickly wiped his mouth. "Look, we want to try out new weapons. Uncle Craftsman, do you still do hunter business here?"

The craftsman was stunned when he heard this, then nodded and said, "Yes, follow me."

Aolangmuti hurried to catch up, and Seabuckthorn quickly poured the remaining milk in the cup into his mouth and chased after him.

They came to the inner room of the blacksmith shop. There were at least twenty weapons placed on the workbench, walls, and weapon racks.

Many of them seem to be made of very high-end materials. For example, the half-finished crimson heavy crossbow on the workbench should be made of materials from a male fire dragon. The shield axe on the weapon rack should be made of materials from a horned dragon?

There were many that he couldn't even recognize.

It seems that this craftsman is quite famous among the hunters in Barubare. Many elite hunters do not go to those large workshops, but come to him to place orders.

"These are custom-made. I can't let you try them."

The craftsman said as he pulled out some iron weapons from under his workbench and from a storage box. "These are finished products that can be sold directly. They are all basic products made of ordinary steel. You can use them as you wish."

Orlan and Muti looked at each other, both looking a little excited.

Ordinary workshops would not take out the products they want to sell and let strangers try them out.

"Do you want to find an open space?" the craftsman asked again considerately.

"Thank you, uncle craftsman!" Muti ran to the pile of weapons, picked up a pair of muskets and hung them behind him, and grabbed a pair of shield axes and held them in his arms.

Orlan also picked up the secondary spear.

Only when you actually use them will you know how heavy these things are.

Everyone says that the greatsword is heavy, but after all, the greatsword is just a sword. And something like a spear, which is a large shield plus a spear, will never be lighter than a greatsword in terms of weight.

But Muti picked up two pairs in one breath without any effort. This guy is really

"Do you still want to take the one-handed sword?" Orlan asked Muti.

Muti hesitated a little, "I think it's not necessary, right? It's not convenient to take too much."

"These are all the weapons with shields. Take the sledgehammer as well. It's also suitable for smashing things. You can try it together." said Orlan.

"Okay."