Monster Hunter: Wild Pointer

For example, this area is not suitable for the giant bee to survive, and if it does not find a more suitable habitat, it may die within a few weeks.

For example, this is a giant bee flying alone, which has nothing to do with the "bee swarm" we want to pursue.

For example, a giant bee in the desert should be like this, indicating that everything is normal in the vicinity.

We've already gained this much information on our first day, what else do you want?"

Orlan and Muti looked at each other in confusion. Is this a scholar?

After a while, Muti spoke a little embarrassedly, "Well, Professor, if you don't need them, can we collect the paralysis needles and body fluids?

They’re all good materials.”

"It's up to you." The professor waved his hand with an expression that said, "I'm used to it."

This is the hunter.

Chapter 84 What Should I Learn?

We strictly followed the itinerary plan and traveled through the desert without any danger.

But starting from the third day, everyone could feel that solidified geological areas such as Gobi and rocky beaches were becoming less and less common, and the originally rough sand and gravel gradually became finer.

It was the sixth day.

Olang jumped off the long-haired camel, grabbed a handful of fine sand and squeezed it hard in his palm.

The fine yellow sand without a trace of moisture flowed through his fingers like liquid, leaving not a trace behind.

"We have now entered the sand sea area." Orlan stood up and said to the others, "Professor, Eric, from now on, unless I tell you it is safe, you must not get off the long-haired camel.

They are used to living in the desert and know how to avoid danger, but you don’t.”

Seeing that Orlan was serious, the professor nodded seriously and said, "I understand."

"Okay." Eric still looked listless. He always looked unmotivated before meeting a creature that interested him.

Aolan regretted not bringing Seabuckthorn with him. That guy was even more familiar with the sand sea than himself. With him, he didn't have to worry about being attacked by sand dragons and other sand monsters.

But according to Nazia, Seabuckthorn's study has reached the most critical stage. After this period, there is no need for Seabuckthorn to stay with her for a long time to study.

You can't become proficient in something like mechanics by just burying your head in study. After understanding the basic knowledge and theory, you need to think more and practice more to gradually form your own style.

Olang didn't want to disturb the sea buckthorn's foundation, so he didn't bring it along.

Fortunately, I am not a vegetarian.

He took out many sonic boom bombs from the backpack on the side of the long-haired camel. Several of them were mounted on the projector so that they could be fired at any time, and the others were hung around his waist for easy access. He also did not forget to give some to Muti, and even the professor and Eric got a few.

This small prop doesn't play a big role in normal times, but it can be regarded as a real weapon when used to deal with monsters lurking under the sand sea.

"Pay attention to your surroundings and don't let your guard down. Keep moving forward." Orlan climbed back onto the long-haired camel's back, shook the reins lightly, and the big curly-haired creature began to move slowly.

Muti controlled her long-haired camel and followed closely behind Orlan and the others. After being on high alert for several hours, her eyes were sore and her brain was a little tired, but she did not encounter any danger.

Noticing this, the professor took the reins from her and said, "Relax a bit. Being alert doesn't mean being fully focused. You won't be able to hold on for long.

Just follow the example of the kid in front of you, who looks like he's about to fall asleep, but keeps his eyes half-closed, paying attention and alert to his surroundings. That'll be all."

"Ooooh." Muti tried to imitate.

"Also, although we only have two camels, one in front and one behind, we still form a column. He's in the front, so he needs to pay attention to the sides and the front. You're in the back, so pay more attention to the sides and the back. Be careful, overlapping areas is a waste of energy."

Muti nodded repeatedly, trying hard to remember the professor's words.

Seeing that the two long-haired camels were more than ten meters apart and the wind and sand were disturbing his ears, the professor turned around and whispered after making sure that Orlan in front could not hear the conversation.

"You have plenty of combat skills and practical experience, but when it comes to various miscellaneous little skills, neither the hunter training camp nor the old man who taught you swordsmanship will specifically teach you.

Because there is no end to what you can teach, you should pick out what you can use and absorb it slowly, whether it's from that kid or from others."

Muti blinked in surprise and said, "Professor, do you know him?"

"I know all your elders," the professor interrupted her. "When I saw you use Iaijutsu to cut off the giant bee's wings that day, I guessed that you learned your katana skills from Swift Sword. Your mother later developed her own style, and they were not of the same caliber.

Okay, let’s not talk about those old things. I tell you this to remind you that if you want to be a good hunter, you need to master more than just combat skills. You also need to learn many seemingly unimportant things.

Of course, some things should not be learned. Learning too much that you will not use is a waste of time."

Muti was even more confused by what the professor said. She humbly asked, "Professor, what kind of things should I learn, and what kind of things don't need to be learned?"

The professor nodded, pointed at Orlan in front of him, and replied, "Take what this kid has shown these past few days, for example: how to move freely in the desert, identify the path, find an oasis, how to stay alert with the least effort, how to use memos to plan daily tasks, and how to reflect on oneself at any time. These are all very worth learning.

As for the so-called unnecessary things, they are like how to identify whether a long-haired camel is healthy, how to sit steadily on the back of a camel and play chess, and the dialect of desert nomads.

It's not that these skills are useless. For example, the nomadic dialect is very useful to me. This dialect has a certain continuity with the written language handed down from the ancient desert civilization. I learned it specifically when I came here for archaeology over a hundred years ago. I can even speak it more standardly than him. But for you, it's a pure waste of time."

Muti nodded slightly, "I understand what you mean, thank you, Professor."

"Swoosh——" A whistle came from the front.

Muti and the professor immediately stopped talking and looked forward.

The one who sounded the alarm was, of course, Orlan. He stopped his camel, and after joining Muti and the others, he pointed to a huge sand pit ahead, covering several thousand square meters, and whispered, "Sand pits like this can only form when a group of sand dragons gather and loosen and collapse the nearby sand dunes."

"You have to learn this." The professor suddenly said to Muti.

"Yeah!" Muti nodded quickly, then stared at Orlan expectantly, waiting for his next words.

"?"

Orlan looked puzzled, not knowing what the two were talking about. Before he could say anything else, Eric, who was riding the same camel with him, sat up suddenly as if he had been electrocuted.

"Where? Where! Is that the Sand Dragon's nest? I heard it has a similar effect to the Ant Lion's hourglass? The soft quicksand can make passing prey fall in. I want to go check it out!"

Orlan no longer cared about the professor and the others. He hurriedly climbed over the hump and grabbed Eric who was about to jump off the hairy camel.

"You knew it was a sand dragon trap, but you still ran there? You are the 'prey', understand?!"

"I'll just go take a closer look! I won't fall!" Eric, pinned to the saddle, struggled. "Let me take a look! Just take a couple of pictures!"

A vein popped up on Orlan's forehead. He looked at the professor and asked, "Can I tie this guy up?"

The professor nodded naturally, "Of course, if you think it's necessary, you can also block his mouth."

"Ok."

A few minutes later, Eric, who was tied up like a silkworm and unable to move, was laid horizontally on the camel saddle with a piece of cloth stuffed in his mouth, so he could only make "woohoo" sounds.

If someone who didn't know her saw it, they would think it was a poor girl kidnapped by sand bandits.

"Fortunately, my skills are still fresh." Throwing away the taut rope, Orlan clapped his hands with a sneer on his face, then looked up to meet the strange gazes of Muti and the professor.

After a two-second silence, he explained, "I've been in the guerrillas at Rocklak Fortress. This is the method used to tie up prisoners."

"Should I learn this?" Muti asked the professor in a low voice.

".Selective learning."

"Moo—"

"sneeze!"

The two long-haired camels, which were calm and peaceful just a second ago, suddenly snorted and made nervous noises.

Hearing the noise, Orlan looked helplessly in the direction of the sand dragon's nest. Sure enough, several dorsal fins protruding from the sand were approaching this place rapidly.

"Is the noise too loud?" Orlan punched Eric on the head who was still restless.

"Professor, please come to this camel and hold the reins steady. And keep an eye on this kid. Don't let him fall off.

Muti, prepare for battle. If we let them all come at us, we won't be able to defend ourselves. I'll intercept them, and you stay close to the long-haired camel and take care of any that slip through."

Chapter 85 Recoil! I added recoil!

"it is good."

Muti turned over and jumped off the long-haired camel's back.

A height of more than three meters is nothing for a hunter. Even if he is fully armored and armed, it is not a big deal for Muti. But at this time, the ground is not solid rock, but fine sand that is almost semi-fluid.

This made her look a little embarrassed when she landed. She was like a nail, with most of her calves stuck in the sand. If Orlang hadn't prepared foot bindings for her in advance to prevent her from sinking into the sand, she would have sunk even deeper.

Muti quickly pulled his foot out, feeling a little embarrassed.

In the north of the desert, that is, the large area where Barubare is located, the sand is not so fine and soft. Many places are simply Gobi Desert. Outsiders like her can get used to it after some time.

But it’s different in this sea of ​​sand. Without the corresponding skills, it’s not easy to walk steadily on this fine yellow sand.

This was also one of the main reasons why Aolan kept her there to guard the camels. Since she was not used to how to move in the sea of ​​sand, she should try not to move and just stay where she was.

"Watch your feet!"

After leaving this sentence, Orlan took the initiative to rush towards the rapidly approaching sand dragons.

He deliberately made his footsteps heavier than usual. To the sand dragons, which were very sensitive to vibrations, this was tantamount to a provocation, forcing them to attack more eagerly.

——This is a little trick taught to him by the predecessors of Desert Fin.

This method worked. When there were only twenty or thirty meters left to the sand dragons, one of them could no longer bear it and jumped out of the sand first, pouncing and biting towards this side.

If it were more than half a year ago, when he had just become an official hunter, facing several sand dragons at the same time would certainly make him feel overwhelmed, but now it is different from then.

Facing the sand dragon that was leaping towards him, Orlan lowered his body and continued to rush forward a few meters. The moment the sand dragon reached his head, he drew his sword.

Draw the sword and step forward to cut.

Not only is there an improvement in experience and skills, the sharpness of the iron sword [Kagura] is not on the same level as the original hunter dagger. As a heavy weapon in the strict sense, the power of the katana is far beyond that of a lightweight one-handed sword.

The alloy sword tip easily broke through the scales on the sand dragon's chest. As the two crossed each other, the blade cut deeper. When the sand dragon fell to the ground, it had been completely cut open from the chest to the lower abdomen.

A large mass of smelly internal organs flowed out of the wound along with blood. The sand dragon wailed and fell to the ground, twitching and struggling.

Orlan was too lazy to pay attention to this guy. There was no way it could stand up again. In less than two minutes, it would lose its life.

As for the remaining few, Orlan wanted to raise his left arm and pull the trigger to fire the sonic boom bombs that had been loaded in advance on the catapult, but after hesitating for a second, he did not do so.

The noise emitted when a sonic boom bomb explodes has an extremely high frequency, far exceeding the upper limit of human hearing, so it has little impact on humans.

But the two long-haired camels were probably frightened by this, and the situation was not urgent at the moment, so there was no need to use sonic boom bombs.

Aiming at the dorsal fin swimming under the sand, Orlang ran again, swinging his sword at the same time, cutting the blade under the sand and cutting off most of the dorsal fin of a sand dragon.

“Jigga—!”

The sand dragon jumped out of the sand in unbearable pain. Orlang did not chase it immediately, but swung his sword horizontally, and cut off the dorsal fin of another sand dragon in the same way, forcing the second sand dragon out of the sand.

There was no doubt that these two sand dragons were targeting him, but that was nothing. If he couldn't deal with the two sand dragons after changing to new weapons, then he should stop embarrassing himself with the katana.

But two more sand dragons bypassed him from a distance and continued to attack the long-haired camel behind him, which made him a little worried.

Muti was stronger than him. If it was on rocky ground, he wouldn't even look at it. But on this kind of sand where even an outsider couldn't stand steadily, and the opponent was a sand dragon that liked to attack by surprise, he kept reminding them:

"Be careful, two of them are heading that way!" Orlan shouted over his shoulder, "If that doesn't work, use the sonic boom!"

"understand!"

After responding loudly, Muti did not choose to fight back. Instead, he held up a large shield, stood beside the long-haired camel, and stared at the two dorsal fins.

One of the sand dragons launched a frontal attack, rushed out of the sand first, and pounced on it.

Muti immediately raised his large shield and entered a defensive stance, completely tightening his limbs and core muscles and lowering his center of gravity extremely low.

This defensive posture seemed a little too tense, and the professor on the long-haired camel's back frowned slightly.

The standard defensive posture is to leave some room for movement in the body, so as to dissipate the impact to the greatest extent. Muti's posture is more like a

Muti's next move gave him the answer.

At the moment when the sand dragon's shovel-shaped head was about to bite the shield, Muti took the initiative to raise his shoulders and step forward.

"boom!"

Not only did the sand dragon's attack fail to break through the shield's defense, but it was hit on the head by the recoil of the shield, causing it to bleed profusely, and its head and neck kept lifting backwards.

"Precise blocking," the professor muttered to himself.

For an experienced defender, it is not difficult to accurately judge the moment of collision when they are prepared. At this moment, the top shield hits in the opposite direction, which is the so-called precise blocking.

But there is a prerequisite for performing a precise block, that is, you are sure that you can knock the monster's attack back, or at least offset most of it.

After all, precise blocking is not as stable as a regular defensive posture. Even if you catch the right moment, if the force of the recoil is not enough and the monster's attack pushes your shield away, you will be in big trouble.

It was obvious that Muti had absolute confidence in her own strength. At least when facing a monster like the Sand Dragon, she was not worried at all that she would be defeated in the collision.