Monster Hunter: Wild Pointer

Chapter 112 Bloody Grassland

"So many meows!" Looking at the groups of herbivorous dragons in front of him, Seabuckthorn's tail tensed up.

Not only it, it was also the first time for Aolan to see a group of herbivorous dragons of such scale.

In the desert, even in a large oasis covering several square kilometers, the number of herbivorous dragons in a group is unlikely to reach ten.

This is determined by the amount of food resources. Older herbivorous dragons will voluntarily leave the group and fend for themselves.

When the population size reaches a certain threshold, the herbivorous dinosaurs will consciously split into groups to avoid too many mouths to feed in one area and no one getting enough to eat.

What appeared before their eyes at this moment was a group of super-large herbivorous dragons totaling over a hundred.

The herbivorous dragons, which were obviously much fatter than their counterparts in the desert, walked around and nibbled on the golden grass leaves on the ground.

He was not startled when he saw the hunters, but just walked past them calmly.

In addition to the slow-moving herbivorous dinosaurs, you can also see some agile figures about as tall as an adult's chest, jumping lightly among the herbivorous dinosaurs.

That is a magical deer. It can occasionally be seen in desert oases. Its numbers are rare and its antlers can be used as medicine, so they are very valuable.

At this moment, Ao Lang felt that the number of spirit deer he saw at a glance was more than all the spirit deer he had seen in the past ten years combined.

"This doesn't make sense." Aolan muttered to himself, "Even if food resources were abundant, herbivorous dragons and spirit deer shouldn't form such a large group.

This makes their targets too obvious. Aren't they afraid of attracting a pack of dog dragons and other carnivorous creatures?"

Seabuckthorn stretched out its claws and poked his thigh, "Boss, meow, Mr. Jarra and the others said before that this grassland has been repeatedly cleared for more than a month.

Dangerous carnivorous creatures are either driven away or killed, meow."

"Uh." Olang finally reacted.

From a certain perspective, the series of actions taken by the Barubare Guild for urban relocation have already destroyed the ecological balance of the area to a certain extent.

Perhaps this is why Balubare never stays in one place for too long.

Correspondingly, the Barubare Guild should also reduce the number of herbivores on this grassland as appropriate?

Balubare jerky with a lot of spices, special sausages, as well as high-quality cheese, leather and other livestock-related products are exported overseas and are well-known in mainland China.

He used to wonder, at this rate of consumption, no matter how big the herd of Barubare was, it wouldn't last more than a few years.

Now it seems that it was a gift from nature.

Glancing at the footprints on the ground, which looked more like a mess than a mess, Orlan turned and asked Muti, "Is it impossible to tell what's going on with these footprints?"

Muti's expression was stiff. "I can see there are a lot of herbivorous dragons here."

Aolan rubbed his forehead and said, "There shouldn't be any dangerous monsters around here, otherwise these herbivores wouldn't be so at ease.

What do you think we should do next?"

Muti racked his brains. "Let's continue our investigation along the network of streams. Our predecessors have already cleared this grassland many times, so it's normal that we haven't found anything."

Aolang naturally had no objection, and the two of them and the cat continued to patrol this grassland full of a peaceful atmosphere.

As I strolled from morning to dusk, it didn't feel like I was on a mission in the hunting grounds, but more like I was on an outing.

If it weren't for the doctrine of "staying alert in the hunting ground" that always reminded them, they would have wanted to kill a herbivorous dragon or a spirit deer, take some raw meat, and have an open-air barbecue party on the grassland under the blue sky and white clouds.

The relaxed patrol continued until the sun set. It would take about an hour to walk back to the camp from here. If they didn't go back, it would be completely dark halfway, so they started their return journey.

Mutiolan walked slowly, one in front and one behind. After patrolling in this comfortable atmosphere for a whole day, it was inevitable that they felt a little relaxed.

The two of them paid some attention, keeping a vigilant eye on their surroundings and the air, while chatting idly. One second they were talking about how the footprints in the swamp could not be dated based on the dried edges, and the next second they were talking about how delicious Bobo's tongue was.

Seabuckthorn did not join the conversation. It tightened its grip on the portable turret that looked like an ordinary barrel, and its mind was filled with thoughts of finding a chance to fire it.

It felt uncomfortable all over because it couldn't find a suitable target.

At this moment, an indescribable atmosphere of tension enveloped it, followed by the smell of blood that penetrated its nostrils.

"Meow!"

In an instant, all the hairs on the sea buckthorn exploded, making it look like a thorn ball.

"What's wrong?" Olangmuti quickly interrupted the chat and looked towards Seabuckthorn.

"I don't know what kind of monster's breath it is, meow! Anyway, it's terrible, meow! And there's a bloody smell coming from over there, meow!"

The two men's faces became serious. Muti raised his shield and said in a low voice, "Let's go over and take a look. Keep quiet and be ready to hide or retreat if you find anything unusual."

Orlan nodded, took out a few flash grenades from the prop bag, and mounted them on the projector.

He felt that this was one of the most convenient aspects of the catapult. In an emergency, there was no need to look for props, he could just raise his hand and fire.

After calming Seabuckthorn down, the two of them moved forward cautiously.

Not long after they walked out, Ao Lang and the others smelled the blood in Sea Buckthorn's mouth. The smell was so strong that it was a little scary. Before they saw the corpse, the smell of blood rushed into their noses. There were probably more than one or two corpses.

The hunters slowed down their pace further, and at Muti's gesture, they lowered their bodies and moved forward slowly.

After walking down a gentle slope, the scene before them made their bodies stiffen.

The blood dyed large areas of grass red, and even the water in the stream turned a light red.

This was the place where they had encountered a large group of herbivorous dragons before. There were at least twenty, no, more than thirty corpses scattered all over the place.

In the center of the pile of corpses, a terrifying beast with its scales stained red with blood was tearing apart the corpse of a young herbivorous dragon.

The bloody mouth full of sharp teeth bit the herbivorous dragon's thigh, and with a sudden swing of its thick neck, it pulled off the leg along with a large piece of waist meat.

After swallowing it with its head tilted back, it seemed to have lost interest in the corpse. It walked a few steps to another corpse, tore open the abdominal cavity of the herbivorous dragon with its sharp claws, stuck its head in, and gnawed on the soft internal organs.

More than a hundred meters away, Aolang, who was hiding in the grass, began breathing heavily.

Degarex (Dinosaurus).

Although it was not the special individual he encountered in his childhood, it had the same pungent smell of blood, dark yellow scales dotted with indigo stripes, and the same blood-stained teeth and fangs.

The scene before him, full of a sense of déjà vu, brought his thoughts back to that night ten years ago.

Perhaps the bodies of the tribe's relatives and companions were also destroyed like these herbivorous dragons.

A hand pressed on his shoulder, waking Orlan from his memories. Muti, who was beside him, shook his head at him very slowly.

Taking a deep breath of the air with a strong smell of blood, Orlan calmed himself down. He nodded his chin lightly to his companions, indicating that he was fine.

Not to mention that he is not the kind of crazy Avenger who shouts "I want to kill all monsters", even if he is, with his current strength, there is no possibility of dealing with the Boom Dragon.

No matter from which angle you look at it, showing your head at this time is an extremely stupid choice.

After exchanging glances, the two men lying in the grass retreated little by little.

The grassland area is open, and when they discovered the dragon, the distance between the two sides was not too close. In addition, the pungent smell of blood from the corpses on the ground made them retreat safely.

But at this moment, a gust of wind blew from behind them, carrying a hint of smell that even Elu could hardly distinguish, and blew towards the Boom Dragon that was feasting.

Honglong paused, his nose twitched twice, and his yellow-green vertical pupils turned here.

Chapter 113: Desperate Run

Seeing the dragon sniffing around and approaching this side step by step, the hunters' nerves were stretched to the extreme.

Judging from Honglong's reaction, they have not been completely exposed yet.

They had come here following the smell of blood, which meant they were in a downwind position, so the dragon shouldn't have been able to smell them.

Who could have imagined that a sudden gust of wind would come?

Now that the crosswind has disappeared, if they continue to lie still in the grass, the dragon may turn around and leave because it has lost the scent clue, or it may continue to move closer. In this way, when they have to escape, the distance between them will be even closer.

Similarly, if you stand up and run now, it will definitely attract the attention of the Honglong, turning the danger that you might have a chance to avoid into an inevitable chase.

No matter which option is chosen, there will be huge risks, and as the dragon approaches, the risks continue to increase.

Both of them knew that they could not hesitate any longer. Just as they were about to make a decision, Seabuckthorn suddenly raised his head.

"Let's go lure it away, meow!"

After saying that, without waiting for a response from Orlan and the others, Seabuckthorn jumped out from the bushes where he was hiding, meowed twice while hopping, and then rushed out in a direction.

The attention of the Dragonite was attracted by it. It roared, supported its wings and claws on the ground, and dug its limbs to chase after the fast-running Elu.

Orlan subconsciously tried to stand up, but was held down by Muti.

Elu is small, agile, and good at burrowing into the ground, so it is basically impossible for her to be caught by Dragonite. If Orlan rushes out now, he will not only be of no help, but will also easily cause trouble.

Orlan naturally understood this, but his body reacted subconsciously when he saw his partner in danger.

After Seabuckthorn led the Boom Dragon away for a distance, Muti shouted "Go!", Aolan gritted his teeth, and the two of them jumped up and ran in the opposite direction.

In another direction, the distance between Dragonite and Elu was rapidly shortening.

They both run on four legs. Although Seabuckthorn is agile, the stride of the Honglong is more than ten times that of the Seabuckthorn. Moreover, there are no suitable shelters or cover in this vast grassland, so the Honglong can maximize its advantage in explosive power.

Seeing that he was about to be caught up, Seabuckthorn threw the portable turret on his back to the side and buried his head in the ground.

The soil on the grassland was soft and there were few stones, so the drilling speed was very fast. Before the dragon came over, Sea Buckthorn successfully drilled into the bottom.

The Honglong stopped abruptly and turned around. The inertia of its huge body caused its limbs to plow several deep grooves in the grass.

It was like a manic madman, biting the hole that the sea buckthorn had just drilled, and then scratched it a few times with its claws, tearing off large pieces of soil connected to the grass.

Fortunately, the sea buckthorn did not relax after drilling into the ground, but continued to drill deeper, so it was not bitten.

The Honglong had no ability to dig or burrow into the ground. After digging for a few times and finding that it couldn't bite the small thing that suddenly appeared, it huffed a few times and turned away.

It chased Seabuckthorn not for hunting. For monsters the size of Dragonite, small beastmen like Elu were too small and not worth hunting.

There are still many fresh herbivorous dragon corpses waiting for it to enjoy, so it would not go to great lengths for a piece of meat that is not even enough to fill its teeth.

It chased after me purely out of instinct.

The Boom Dragon is a monster with a very strong sense of territory and desire to attack. Being touched by other creatures while eating is undoubtedly a provocation to it.

No matter whether the target is Elu, humans, spirit deer, or monsters of the same ecological niche such as fire dragons, it will rush up without hesitation and chase and bite them madly.

On the way back to the "dining table", Honglong paused when passing by a patch of grass.

It lowered its head, twitched its nose, and sniffed carefully a few times.

This scent, carried by the wind, was different from the furry creature I had just been chasing.

The Boom Dragon continued to lower its head and sniff. Rather than going back to continue enjoying its delicious meal, it was more interested in hunting down the unknown creatures that had entered its hunting grounds.

A series of dull growls emanated from between its blood-stained sharp teeth, and its yellow-green vertical pupils seemed to reflect the scent trail left by the target. It spread out its four legs and began a new hunt.

At this time, Olang and Muti had run more than one kilometer.

The two of them did not dare to slow down their pace. Ao Lang looked back from time to time, hoping to see Seabuckthorn catching up.

Although it is not common for hunting cats to die in the mouth of monsters, at least it is much rarer than the loss of hunters, but it is a dragon after all, and it would be a lie to say that I am not worried.

What's more, he didn't think that the two of them were safe.

Because of his childhood experiences, he was particularly concerned about monsters like the Boom Dragon. He looked up a lot of information and asked many people.

Among them was Ms. Maridan, who had hunted countless dinosaurs throughout her life and earned the nickname "Black dinosaur".

Maridan was worried that he would do something reckless, so she didn't tell him much about the techniques of hunting the Raptor, but she did warn him that the Raptor had a crazy hunting nature and an amazing sense of smell that far exceeded Elu's.

If we don't find a way to cover up the smell, there's a good chance that the dragon will catch up.

Ao Lang glanced around and found a lot of feces left by herbivores nearby. He removed the flash grenade from his projector and said, "Muti, load the flash grenade."

Muti nodded, but her expression immediately turned horrified as she saw Orlan launch his grappling hook, grab a large piece of still-fresh feces from a distance, and load it onto the catapult.

Then they pull the trigger, scattering the feces on the ground behind them, and as they run forward, they occasionally fire their grappling hooks to grab new feces, repeating this action in the hope of covering up the smell.

During this process, his catapult and armor were inevitably stained with some, but Orlan didn't care. It was a bit disgusting, but since his life was at stake, he couldn't care less about the disgust.

This response is somewhat useful, but unfortunately it comes a little late.

"Roar-!"

A terrifying roar came from behind, and the young hunter paused in his running.

A violent figure covered in blood climbed over a hillside and rushed towards this side.

Trouble!

Orlan cursed inwardly. This grassland was too flat and open, almost indistinguishable from plains. In such terrain, it would be difficult for a hunter to compete with the Boom Dragon in speed.

After he turned into a demon, he could barely compete, but the problem was that his physical strength was not enough to support him turning into a demon for a long time, and he couldn't leave Muti and run away alone.