Monster Hunter: Wild Pointer

As the person in charge, he still personally participated in the patrol, which made Orlan have a better impression of the "Boss Joda" mentioned by Resha.

"We're almost there. Cross this street and turn right. Walk a few minutes and you will reach the street that Boss Joda is in charge of." Resha explained, as if worried that Orlan would be anxious.

"Yeah." Olang responded simply. He wanted to emphasize again that he was also a local and was also very familiar with the roads.

But in the end, I still didn't have the courage to say it out loud.

"Beep--"

Just then, a quick and sharp whistle was heard in my ears.

Resha, who was laughing just a second ago, suddenly changed his expression. Aolan also knew what such a whistle meant.

——Emergency.

The Fortress Guerrillas have a limited number of members, and it is impossible to arrange for people to watch every block and every alley at all times. Therefore, citizens are encouraged to carry whistles with them.

When danger occurs, blow the whistle and nearby guerrilla members will rush over as soon as possible.

Due to the reputation of the Fortress Guerrillas, generally no bandits dare to cause trouble in the city. The so-called emergencies are mostly monster invasions. After all, Rocklark has no actual city walls.

What kind of monster is it?

If it were outside the city, the Yellow Speed ​​Dragon, Sand Dragon and the like were possible, but this place is already in the inner circle of the city, so the threat could basically only come from the air.

The winding streets and the cloth roofs everywhere obstructed his vision, so Olang used his hands and feet to climb onto the roof of the house on the street in a few seconds.

Looking up in the direction where the whistle came from, sure enough, just a few hundred meters away from here, a pterosaur was hovering at low altitude, swooping down from time to time, as if attacking something.

It is a small monster with a wingspan of only about three meters, slender limbs and not very strong. As long as it does not appear in groups, it is not a threat to hunters. The only thing to worry about is the fangs in its mouths.

"Turn left at the end of this street! Pterosaur!" He shouted towards the bottom of the house, but Orlan didn't jump off the roof. He just ran on the roof.

There is little rainfall in the desert and the wind and sand are strong, so most houses are low and compact with flat roofs, making running easy.

Even if you come across an alley separating houses, you can easily cross it by jumping down. There are not as many people and stalls as on the streets, so running is much faster than on the ground.

Normally, if you were caught doing this by the City Wall Guerrillas, you would be scolded and fined, but now it is an emergency and we can't care less.

The hot sand left on the street stomped her feet. She didn't have the good skills of Orlan to jump onto the roof without a ladder. But Seabuckthorn chased after her nimbly.

Fortunately, Orlan left behind information about the location of the incident before he left. Resha had no choice but to shout at the panicked citizens on the street to take shelter in their houses, while trying to squeeze through the crowd and rush to the location where the pterosaur attacked.

Running and jumping on the roof, in less than a minute, he arrived at the scene of the incident.

The situation at the scene made him feel a little relieved. The target of this pterosaur was not humans. After all, the pterosaur was not big in size and had thin bones. It was almost impossible for it to take away an adult human.

Its target was several goats tied to a cattle and sheep dealer's stall.

Most citizens have already taken shelter in their houses or retreated to farther places.

But the incredibly courageous merchant refused to leave and was waving a carrying pole, trying to drive away the pterosaur, regardless of the bleeding wounds on his body.

Orlan didn't know whether he should praise him by saying, "You are indeed a man of the desert!" or scold him by saying, "You are willing to sacrifice your life for a few sheep?"

In short, let’s get rid of this pterosaur first!

The pterosaur flapped its wings and rose into the air more than ten meters high, preparing to dive down again and launch an attack.

Aolan shouted to Seabuckthorn who was also chasing him from the rooftop, "Go protect that merchant!"

"Got it, meow!"

At the same time, Orlan took a few steps back and stared at the pterosaur in the air that was about to dive.

It's now!

At the moment when the pterosaur was halfway through its dive, Orlan waved his arms, transformed into a ghost, sprinted at full speed, and jumped off the edge of the roof, colliding with the diving pterosaur in mid-air.

The shield and dagger slashed continuously at the pterosaur's slender neck and wing base. The pterosaur suddenly lost its balance and rolled to the ground with him.

Apart from the advantage of being able to fly, the Pteranodon is slightly inferior to the Yellow Speed ​​Dragon in terms of strength and the toughness of its skin.

The pterosaur fell to the ground and screamed, flapping its wings in panic.

Before it could turn over, Orlan pounced on it and swung his shield at its head, which was no different from a poisonous snake, knocking its head back.

Then, he put the dagger against the slender neck of the pterosaur with his backhand and pulled it hard.

Blood spurted out, and the pterosaur with its throat cut fell limply to the ground.

"Good boy!" The strong man who was running from a distance, wearing a conical hat and a fortress guerrilla uniform, slowed down his pace when he saw that the danger was resolved.

"Dancing wildly in the air, the two swords are used very well. Wait, why is it a one-handed sword?!"

Chapter 8: Wild Geese Carrying Branches

Seeing that the monster had been eliminated and retreated far away, as well as the residents and passers-by hiding in the house, they walked out cautiously.

The cattle and sheep dealer who was so brave that he dared to fight the pterosaur suddenly felt his legs go limp and he fell to the ground, gasping for breath like a bellows.

"Is he okay?" Orlan put away his weapon and walked over.

Seabuckthorn held the merchant's shoulder, looking a little worried, "It's not too good, meow. Although I wasn't bitten, I was just scratched a few times, but the pterosaur's claws also have poison, meow.

The toxin needs to be removed as quickly as possible, and bandage it quickly, meow."

"Do you have any antidote?" Orlan said as he took out a bottle of recovery medicine from his bag and handed it to the merchant.

"I don't have any antidote or bandages, they're all on Resha, meow."

"It's okay, I'll take care of it." A rough voice sounded.

The tall man pushed through the crowd and shouted loudly, "Alright, everyone, move aside and don't crowd in here to watch."

After saying that, he squatted down beside the merchant, took out a bottle of antidote and fed it to the injured man, then helped him check his injuries.

Aolan took the opportunity to observe this person.

The man had thick limbs and dark brown skin, and looked to be in his forties or fifties. He was wearing a Walled City Guerrilla suit similar to Resha's, but with some differences in the design details. It was a style suitable for male swordsmen and was also the most common style.

That conspicuous big hat can almost be said to be the symbol of the Fortress Guerrillas.

Resa remembered what he had said before, that this place was very close to the block that "Boss Qiaoda" was in charge of, so the identity of the man in front of him was almost certain.

Not long after the man arrived, Resha also squeezed through the crowd and ran over.

The two men took care of the injured man and helped him drink recovery medicine and antidote, completed the bandaging, and after a few minutes of rest, the injured man's condition had obviously improved a lot, but he was still a little frightened.

The man held the injured man's arm and helped him stand up. His deep voice was soothing. "We just bandaged it to stop the bleeding. Now we're taking you to the clinic. The wound needs to be cleaned and treated, and it may need stitches."

The businessman nodded with a bitter face, asked a stall owner he knew to help him look after the cattle and sheep, and with the support of the man and Resha, he limped towards the nearby clinic.

Aolan, who was left behind, was a little unsure whether he should follow.

The man turned around and tilted his head towards him. "If you have nothing else to do, come along. You've been a big help to us this time. I'll treat you to a nice meal later!"

"Do we have a share too?" Resha asked happily.

"What's it to you, meow?"

The injured merchant was sent to the clinic for treatment, and other guerrilla members were arranged to comfort the citizens and recover the pterosaur's body. By the time all this was done, the sun was already high in the sky.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting." The burly man took off his hat and hung it behind his neck, revealing a square face with a short beard.

Resha explained quietly, "The boss never takes off his hat while working, even indoors. Taking off his hat means he's entering a 'resting state', which makes it easier to talk to him."

The man slapped her on the back of the head, then extended his hand toward Orlan. "My name is Qiao Da. Although these guys like to call me Boss, there's no hierarchy among us in the Fortress Guerrillas. At most, I can be considered a senior to these young men."

Aolang nodded, "My name is Aolang, a one-star hunter. Please give me your guidance."

The man named Qiao Da suddenly took a half step closer and stared at him, "Well, I've heard of your name. Our Rocklak is not a small city. I have only heard of a few examples of people becoming official hunters before the age of seventeen.

To put it more simply, you are what is called a 'genius boy'."

Faced with the other party's praise with a hint of sarcasm, Orlan just nodded his chin slightly and did not respond.

Resha, on the other hand, seemed a little surprised. "Huh? I thought I just found a homeless kid. So you're so capable?"

Seeing Orlan's indifferent reaction, Qiao Da showed admiration in his eyes.

Hunters are not scholars, so whether they are geniuses or not is not that important.

There are countless examples of late bloomers, and the so-called geniuses who died early at the mouths of monsters are just another number on the list of sacrifices.

"You're a good kid!" He smiled and patted Orlan's arm vigorously. "Sorry, I deliberately said something harsh just now. It seems that you really don't care about the so-called genius title.

That's good. If it's those guys who start to show off their skills as soon as they achieve a little bit of success, I won't bother with them."

"Yeah." Orlan responded.

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This time Qiao Da was at a loss. This kid was probably a taciturn person. It was easy to get stuck when chatting with someone with such a personality.

"What do you want to eat? It's my treat! Thanks to you for what happened just now. If you hadn't arrived earlier, the businessman's injuries would have been much more serious."

"You're welcome." Orlan didn't like beating around the bush. "If you don't mind, I'd like to learn more about the Fortress Guerrillas first."

"Wow." Qiao Da glanced at Resha beside him, "Resha just now secretly told me that she wanted to attract you to join the guerrillas. I thought it was her one-sided idea.

Now it seems that you also have some intentions?

That's great! Our Fortress Guerrillas have always been short on manpower, so we'd love to have reliable new blood join us!"

A trace of embarrassment appeared on Aolang's face, but he knew that he couldn't hold back any longer. "Excuse me, I want to ask first, does the guerrilla team accept part-time jobs?

I hope to be promoted to two stars as soon as possible, so it may not be convenient for me to officially join the Fortress Guerrillas and patrol the city for a long time."

"Ha! I understand what you mean!" Joda put his strong arm around Orlan's shoulders and said with a smile, "You may have some misunderstandings about the Fortress Guerrillas.

It's almost time for dinner. You love barbecue, right? I think there's no young person who doesn't like barbecue, right? There's a good restaurant nearby. Let's eat and talk!

Aolan felt a little helpless. Why do you guys in the Fortress Guerrillas like to talk about things at the dinner table?

But there seemed to be no room for refusal, so he was half-dragged by two people and a cat to the barbecue shop.

Before he even entered the store, the strong smell of spices and onions rushed into his nose, almost making him sneeze.

Qiao Da glanced at the crowd on the street as if it were his occupational ailment, and then asked Ao Lang: "Ahaha, this restaurant has quite a strong flavor. Can you handle spicy food?"

".It will be all right."

"Boss!" Joda's voice was so loud that it hurt people's ears. "Three people and a cat, look at the kebabs and naan! Bring some more onions!"

"Hey! Boss Jodha, come over when you're free. Take a seat. The meat will be here soon! Want some beer?"

"Forget about the wine, I still have patrols this afternoon."

“It’s been so hard!”

After exchanging a few words with the boss, Joda led them to sit down. Resha had obviously been to this store often. He ran to the kitchen, got two onions, and started peeling them.

"So, what do you mean by misunderstanding?" Orlan tried to get the subject back on track.

"Ah, um," Qiao Da said, as if forgetting that he and the others were not here just for dinner. "Well, our Fortress Guerrilla Force was originally a volunteer organization. Later, we were recruited by the president and gradually developed into our current size.

So, don't think of it as an army or a knightly order. If you must, think of it as a club formed by hunters to protect their homeland. That's about it."

"So, it will be freer?" Orlan asked tentatively.

"That's right. Apart from daily patrols, the rest of the work is also simple, such as clearing trade routes and dealing with monsters that come near the city.

The difficulty level isn't high, usually it's something like the Yellow Speed ​​Dragon. If it's a more dangerous monster, the guild will directly entrust it to the hunters."

"Then why isn't this part of the work directly announced publicly in the form of tasks at the gathering place?" Aolan asked.

"Ah, that's the question."

Qiao Da scratched the short, bristly beard on his chin. "Well, there are many of these quests, but they're not difficult, and the rewards are low. Hanging them up at the Guildhall is just a one-star quest, so most hunters would think it's too lucrative and wouldn't bother to take them.

But at the same time, these tasks need to be completed quickly, otherwise it will affect the smooth flow of trade routes and threaten the safety of citizens. That's why Rocklark needs the Fortress Guerrillas."

Ao Lang nodded to show that he understood.

Indeed, if it were him, after he was promoted to two-star, three-star or even higher levels, he would not be interested in taking on the mission of "suppressing the three-headed yellow speed dragon".

Qiao Da smiled and continued, "You are a hunter who has inherited the master-disciple relationship, not one of those children who came out of the training camp.

In fact, many young hunters who come out of the Rocklark training camp choose to join the guerrillas when they are newbies.

This will help them quickly accumulate practical experience, and those tasks related to the crusade can be counted into the number of tasks.

So there is also a saying that the Fortress Guerrillas are the cradle of the Rocklak Hunters.

Ah, the meat is here, eat it quickly!"