Monster Hunter: Wild Pointer

Just a few seconds after it burrowed into the ground, the Boom Dragon rushed up the hillside and bit the portable turret it had worked so hard to build into pieces with just one bite.

Then, like a canine venting its anger, it jerked its head away, scattering fragments of metal and wooden parts all over the ground.

While Honglong was going crazy, Orlan and Muti, who were both injured, finally arrived at the crack in the ground.

The two men fixed the catapult's hook on a rock, then jumped into the crack and rappelled deep into the crack.

In a few seconds, they reached the deepest part of the crack.

The sun had completely set, and the light on the prairie was dim, and it was pitch dark in the deep cracks of the ground.

Orlan lit the portable oil lamp with a flint, and after briefly confirming that there were no monsters hiding in the cracks in the ground, he immediately blew out the wick.

"The smell of the dye ball can interfere with the dragon's sense of smell. We should be safe for the time being." Orlan whispered.

Muti breathed a sigh of relief, removed the large shield and musket from his back, put them aside, and then sat down with some difficulty.

There was some water flowing at the bottom of the crack, which would wet their clothes and armor, but they were all very tired now and didn't care about that.

Orlan first drank a bottle of recovery medicine, then took out another bottle and poured it on the wound on his leg that was torn by the dragon claw, to clean the wound and promote healing.

After finishing these quickly, he did not rush to suture the wound or bandage it, but helped Muti take off her heavy breastplate.

Just now, Muti was hit by the claws of the dragon and flew far away. The claw marks on the alloy shield were clearly visible. He fell very hard on the ground and it is very likely that he had a broken bone or even a fracture.

It would be fine in an emergency like a battle, but now it is relatively safe, so it is better to confirm the condition of the bones first.

If a bone is dislocated, taking a large amount of recovery drugs to accelerate healing will cause the bone to grow crooked, and then the injured bone will have to be broken and repositioned, which is very painful.

After a thorough examination, Orlan grinned and threw a bottle of recovery medicine to Muti, "It's okay, except for the right arm holding the shield which was slightly dislocated and was forcibly reattached by you, the rest of the body is just muscle contusion, and there is no problem with the bones.

You're incredibly strong, you're not even a problem after being thrown so far."

"It's all thanks to this set of Earth Dragon armor." Muti opened the potion bottle, tilted his head back and drank the potion, "If it was the mixed set of dog, dragon and wild boar before, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to stand up after that claw.

Ah, the skin on your leg is torn, can you help me sew it up?"

"Then trouble you."

After helping each other deal with their injuries, the two rested in silence for a while. Suddenly, Orlan laughed softly, and the "hehehe" laughter made Muti feel creepy.

"What are you laughing at?!" Muti had an expression that said "something's wrong with you".

Orlan leaned against the rock wall behind him, looked up at the slit of the starry sky, and stretched out his hand to grasp. "Nothing, I just feel that the distance between me and my goal has become clearer."

Having talked about their past, Muti naturally knew what the "goal" that Oran was referring to was.

She pursed her lips and said, "It's still a long way to go. If we make even a little more mistakes this time, we'll both die here.

It was thanks to Seabuckthorn that he lured away the Dragon Boom twice, otherwise we wouldn't have had a chance to escape."

"Meow?"

Just as I mentioned sea buckthorn, a furry cat face popped out from the crack in the ground above my head, "Here it is, meow! Found it, meow! I guessed you guys would come here, meow!"

The sound of hurried footsteps came from above their heads, and then Nazia, with a nervous look on her face, appeared in their sight.

Seeing Aolong Muti waving at her at the bottom of the crack, Nazia breathed a sigh of relief and shook her curly hair, "Oh my god, I'm glad you are okay.

Hearing the roar of the dragon and seeing the distress signal, I was almost scared to death."

"Where's the Boom Dragon?" Muti asked, raising his voice.

"Brother Jara has led him away, meow." Seabuckthorn said, sniffing hard. "Judging from the smell of the dye ball, it should be heading northeast, meow."

"Brother Jara? He went to lure away the dragon alone?" Orlan was a little anxious when he heard it.

Before, he and Muti cooperated with each other but were unable to escape the pursuit of the Boom Dragon, and they barely escaped with the help of Seabuckthorn. Is it really okay to let that fat guy Jara go alone?

"Oh, don't worry!" Nazia smiled and waved her hands. "That guy may look unreliable, but he's still a four-star after all. And what he's best at is running away. If he keeps running, it's hard for the Dragonite to catch up to him."

Aolan's expression became strange, and he opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Jara usually never took the initiative to talk to them about hunting. It was only when he accepted the mission this time that they heard that he was actually a four-star hunter.

Judging from his equipment and age, I thought he was a Samsung.

What was the concept of a four-star hunter in his twenties? As it happened, Orlan knew an example: Senior Sai Er, with whom he had collaborated during the Great Desert Feast.

Jara should be a little older than Sil, but probably only two or three years older, so they are of the same age.

But the impressions these two people give are too different. One is a reliable senior, a young and promising elite hunter, and the other is a lazy, greedy fat man.

If it was Senior Seer who was here and said he wanted to lure away the Honglong alone, Orlan wouldn't even feel worried.

But when it comes to Brother Jarrah, why do I always feel that he is going to feed the Dragonite?

Chapter 118 I have a plan

With the help of Nazia and Seabuckthorn, Olangmuti left the crevice where he was hiding.

The golden prairie under the starry night sky looked peaceful and tranquil, but Orlan and his companions were in no mood to enjoy the beauty. After their previous experiences, they always had a sense of unease that some large monster might suddenly rush out from the darkness.

In order to avoid more accidents, they did not stay in the grassland area for long. After forming a compact guard formation, they rushed towards the hunter camp.

When they rushed back to the camp, the campfire was lit.

Orlan and Muti were surprised to find that Jara, whom they were worried about, had returned to the camp earlier than them and was now sitting cross-legged by the campfire, slowly roasting a bun skewered on branches.

"Brother Jara! Are you okay?" Muti shouted happily.

Because they both love food, she and Jara have a very good relationship.

Jarra, who was baking buns, heard the footsteps and stood up. He patted his butt and was about to say hello when he was stopped by Muti's cheer. He looked a little dazed on his fat face.

What do you mean by "I'm fine"? Me, four stars, you two, three plus two stars. Shouldn't I be the one asking if you're okay?!

As Orlan approached the campfire, he looked at the fat senior, who was still fully clothed and armored, not looking at all embarrassed. He couldn't help but ask, "Brother Jala, how did you manage to get rid of that Boom Dragon so quickly?"

Jara smiled and handed the baked bun to Muti, who was secretly swallowing his saliva. "I just made some preparations in advance. Before approaching the thunder dragon, I set two traps on the retreat route and drank a bottle of strong walking potion.

I asked Baozi, the hunting insect, to absorb more white essence from the dragon to enhance its athletic ability.

Then just follow it. It's a little dangerous in the open area of ​​the grassland, but it's easy to operate once you enter the hilly area with uneven terrain and trees everywhere.

You guys threw that dye on its face, didn't you? That thing is crucial, it interferes with its sense of smell, and it's easy to get rid of it in areas with complex terrain."

Jara said it easily, but Orlan and the others who had been chased by the dragon before knew very well that this matter was not as simple as it sounded.

Should we say that the four-star hunter is worthy of being a four-star hunter?

Several people sat down around the campfire, and Nazia added some wood to the fire. "So what do we say next? Go back and report the situation, and send someone to kill this dragon?"

Orlan and Muti looked at Jarrah. As a four-star hunter and the leader of this temporary team, they naturally wanted to hear what he had to say first.

Jara took out a few more buns, skewered them with branches, and slowly roasted them over the bonfire. "Going back to get help is definitely the safest option."

Nazia squinted her eyes and interrupted him, "Think carefully before you say 'but'. You're the only four-star hunter here. There's one three-star hunter left, and two two-star hunters."

"Although, Brother Orlan actually has the strength of three stars, right? You are the only one with two stars," Jara muttered.

Nazia's eyebrows shot up, and she placed her hand on Jala's fat chin and patted it a few times. "You're talking nonsense! I'm also a three-star hunter!"

After the two of them exchanged a few words, Orlan asked, "So, Brother Jarrah, do you have any other plans?"

"Well"

Jarrah moved the buns away from the bonfire to prevent them from burning. "Honestly, if it were any other time, I would definitely choose to take an airship back home overnight.

There are many predecessors in Barubale who are capable of dealing with that thunder dragon, so there is no need for us to worry about taking risks.

But, I know there is a place, combined with the behavior of the dragon, if the operation is done properly, there is a chance to kill the dragon. "

As he spoke, Jarrah took out a map and explained his plan in detail to the others using gestures.

Nazia curled her lips when she heard this.

Aurangze exchanged glances with Muti, and after understanding his partner's attitude, he continued, "What about the risks? This tactical plan has several key points. Failure to achieve any of them will lead to the failure of the operation. Do you have a backup plan?"

"Yes." Jarrah's expression turned serious. "I am the backup plan. If any step goes wrong, you retreat immediately. I will be responsible for leading the Boom Dragon away.

This operation was carried out in the mountainous area, and I was confident that I could escape from it in the complex terrain of the mountains and forests.

Of course, this is just a suggestion. No matter what, the Honglong is an opponent beyond our capabilities.

If anyone disagrees, we can just retreat and treat the previous statements as nonsense."

Aolan, Muti and Seabuckthorn discussed in a low voice.

Then Ao Lang nodded and said, "We agree. To be honest, we are also reluctant to leave in such disgrace.

However, there are two points. One is that you must make more adequate preparations in advance, like setting traps on your retreat route.

Another option is to have the airship return overnight to report the situation. This way, the guild's reinforcements should arrive around tomorrow evening, which serves as an added safeguard."

"Of course, I would do these even if you didn't mention them."

"Ahhh!" Nazia scratched her curly hair, "Since you all said so, how can I not join?

My axe is also one of the key points in this operation. If I don't participate, this operation will be a farce!"

"That's right." Jara shrugged and said, "If you don't plan to participate, we can pack up and go back now. We can even go to Chef Meow's for breakfast tomorrow morning, which is also very good."

Orlan also looked at Nazia and said seriously, "For Muti and me, if this operation succeeds, it's just luck. Failure is inevitable, and it's not a pity to just give up.

Please don't force yourself; rather, raising objections is the rational decision, and we fully support it."

"What the hell is rationality! When I get reckless, even I'm afraid of myself. Let's do it!" Nazia cursed.

"My 'Elite Warriors Slashing Axe' is a four- or five-star weapon. The most formidable monster I've ever chopped down with it was a fucking Dog Dragon King. If I can take down the Boom Dragon this time, it'll be a blessing for it!"

"By the way, I have a question." Muti raised his hand and asked cautiously, "Isn't this considered poaching?"

Aolan smiled and said, "Not really. We have taken advantage of this opportunity. The Barubare Guild has given us the task of scouting this area, clearing out threatening monsters, and reporting back if we encounter any that we cannot resolve.

Regardless of whether we succeed in hunting the Boom Dragon or not, we won't violate any of the mission instructions. However, we'll definitely get a scolding from Guild Leader Sophia when we get back."

At this point, Orlan smiled and glanced at Jara, "Of course, as the captain, Jara must be the one who got scolded the most."

Jarrah: “.”

"Then I have no problem." Muti gave a thumbs up with relief.

Jarrah: “.”

Jara's fat face trembled, and he suddenly recalled that Muti seemed to be a junior of President Sophia. If he dragged her on an adventure like this, even if he succeeded in hunting down the Boom Dragon, the President would still target him, right?

"How about we just forget it?" Jarrah asked tentatively.

"You're a jerk!" Nazia raised her foot and gave Jara a hard kick on the butt. "Hurry up! Tell the pilot of the airship to hurry back to Barubare to report the news!

We are determined to take down this dragon!"

Chapter 119 The flexible fat man

In the valley where red leaves were falling, Honglong walked slowly.

Most of the time, the Dragonite appears aggressive and violent, so most people don't know that when it is calm, it is actually like other flying dragons, folding its wings at its sides and walking alone on its hind legs.

Walking in this posture is far less stable and faster than running on all fours, but it saves energy.

"So, whenever you see a dinosaur walking on two legs, it means it's emotionally stable and hasn't found a target to attack.

But if they're walking on all fours, be careful, because that means they're ready to attack." Jara whispered to Orlan from the bushes a hundred meters away.

Orlan nodded silently, preparing to go back and write this down in his memo; he had gained some useful knowledge.

At this moment, the strolling Honglong suddenly raised its head and sniffed left and right twice, as if it had noticed something.

Thinking of the experience of being discovered yesterday, Ao Lang's heart couldn't help but rise.

"The scent of the dye ball has faded, and its sense of smell has partially recovered."

Jarrah whispered, "It shouldn't have happened that quickly. Well, there are a lot of mountain springs and waterfalls nearby. This guy might have been overwhelmed by the smell of the dyed fruit and found a place to take a shower or something. If that's the case, I wouldn't be surprised."

"Do we need to replenish the colored balls?" Orlan asked in a low voice.

"Yes, it's important to seal its sense of smell. Let's prepare to start the battle. Nazia and the others should be ready as well." Jara took out a dye ball, weighed it in his hand, and handed it to Oran.

The latter is equipped with a catapult, which is used to launch props such as dye balls. Both the distance and accuracy are much higher than throwing them with bare hands.

"Just like we discussed before, after getting its attention, please buy me some time, at most one minute will be enough.

Once I've used the hunting insect to absorb the monster's essence and strengthen its physical strength, the task of attracting the target's attention can be handed over to me." Jarrah said, stroking the hunting insect named "Baozi" on his arm.