Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

The feeling of the king of the strange-faced clan giving the pig chops was different from what he had imagined before. No, it should be said that it was very different.

A mighty overlord? The vicissitudes of life of the old man? An astute wise man? It envisions a variety of scenarios.

But when they actually met, Zhupa discovered that the king of the strange-faced tribe was a slow, fat man.

The skinny King of the Strange Face Clan that he had fought against in the old village was two extreme opposites. The one in front of him had thick limbs.

Not the kind of strong with muscular lines, but round and fat.

The belly was round and huge, and it swayed with its heavy steps. If it weren't for the fact that the king of the strange-faced clan was male through his voice, Pig Chop would have doubted whether this guy was about to give birth.

Noticing that Pork Chop was staring at his belly, the King of the Strange Face Clan patted it and said in a rather proud tone: "There is a lot of food in the Coral Land, and I have eaten a lot during this period."

"Uh meow meow meow meow."

Pig Chop scratched his ears, "It's true, meow. From the perspective of a chef, meow, there are too many things to eat on the Lu Coral Terrace, meow."

"Chef, chef?" The king of the Qimian Tribe repeated the word.

Pork Chop suddenly realized that the other person’s vocabulary in common language might not be very rich.

It's not surprising at all. Rather, it's surprising enough that the King of the Strange Face Clan can speak the language of the human society in the Old World.

"He's the professional responsible for making food, Meow."

"Specialized in making food?" The King of the Qimian Tribe looked very interested, "Jiga told me that you were good at explosions, but it turns out you can also make food?"

"Yes, Meow!" Pork Chop put his hands on his hips.

Although it is said to be capable of many things, including combat, first aid, trap placement, and reconnaissance and tracking, when it comes to what it is best at, it is still explosives and cooking.

Hearing the affirmative answer, the King of the Strange Face Clan became more eager. He pulled the pork chop into the depths of the cave and asked the Strange Face Clan to bring various ingredients.

It hopes the pork chops will demonstrate "food-making skills."

Judging from human habits, it is quite offensive to ask someone to cook as soon as a guest comes to your door, but the Qimian people don't have this concept.

Pork Chop didn't mind it either, so he picked some ingredients that were easier to handle and started cooking them by the campfire.

As for the ingredients that it had never seen before, such as some kind of soft coral, a wilted black hat that still glows, and for some reason it was a red swaying eel, but it didn't dare to touch it.

I grilled some meat and fish, made a thick soup with coral polyp eggs, plant roots and animal bones, and made egg pudding with eggs of unknown creatures and honey.

The exquisite delicacies he had never tasted made the King of the Strange Face Tribe dance with excitement.

But it didn't eat too much, it just tasted a little of each food, and most of the remaining food was given to other Qimian tribe.

Such a move made Zhupa realize that the king of the Qimian Clan who could command thousands of Qimian Clan in the New World certainly could not be a fat man who only knew how to eat.

"It's very, very delicious. Thank you very much. You are a great chef." The King of the Qimian Tribe opened his arms wide and thanked him with some etiquette that Pork Chop didn't understand.

Other strange-faced people also bowed.

Pork Chop scratched his ears shyly. Gordon and the others often praised him for his delicious cooking, but they would not be so serious about it, which made him a little embarrassed.

"It's actually not difficult, especially barbecue. If the heat and seasonings are right, the taste will be completely different. I can leave the recipe to you."

After hearing this, the King of the Qimian Clan happily hugged Pig Chop, "Thank you. You are a true friend.

Is there something you want? "

Only then did Zhupa remember the purpose of his trip, "I heard that the Qimian tribe in the New World are good at using firearms, Meow. Can you let me see Meow?"

"Of course. There are no secrets to friends."

The King of the Strange Face Tribe shouted a few times, and immediately several Strange Face Tribes ran over and brought some crude-looking firearms.

Pig Chop took a quick look and quickly guessed the general usage of several firearms, such as explosive shells for throwing, small artillery that can be pushed, etc.

But there are also things that have no obvious function, such as a long wooden tube.

The King of the Strange Face Tribe picked up a ball that looked like a bomb, "Humans are better at using firearms. Their firearms are very powerful, and we can't compare with them.

But we also have our own way. "

Pork Chop nodded.

No matter how smart the King of the Strange Face Tribe is, he cannot create firearms that surpass humans in all aspects. This is the advantage of civilization.

But this does not mean that there is nothing worth learning from the Qimian tribe.

After all, these seemingly simple firearms were all developed by the King of the Strange Face Clan in countless harsh battles led by the Strange Face Clan.

"Can I ask about the formula of your explosives?"

This is the most curious thing about Pork Chop, and it is also the core key to explosives and firearms.

The power of the ammunition fired by the ballista, the fire bomb made of fire herbs, and the supernova refined from various precious materials such as fire dragon marrow and blaster dragon marrow are of course two different concepts.

"Yes, this." The King of the Strange Face Clan put down the explosive bomb and took out a piece of ore from somewhere on his body.

The ore is dark red in color, with many small shiny crystals mixed in it.

"Explode and crystallize. They are everywhere in the mountains further north. Grind and sift out the crystals, which is our explosive."

Pork Chop nodded, which was pretty much what he thought.

It is impossible for the Qimian clan to have a complete industrial system and alchemy technology. The most likely possibility is to use natural explosives.

In fact, even human hunters usually use natural explosives.

- Fireweed.

Indeed, higher quality gunpowder powder can be mixed by adding things like pyrophoric fruits and exploding dragon scales in proportion.

But the most used one is always gunpowder.

Pork Chop loves explosions, and so does the King of the Strange Face Clan. The two "people" soon chatted enthusiastically.

Pork Chop tried the explosive crystal used by the Strange Face Tribe, and it was more powerful than he thought. It was almost equivalent to the hunters' lv2 gunpowder powder. What's even more rare is that the materials are easy to obtain and the preparation is easy.

With a bit of show-off attitude, Pig Chop took out the small barrel of explosive bombs that he mixed himself.

It is filled with lv3 gunpowder powder.

Ordered one in front of the King of the Strange Face Clan.

The flames of the explosion illuminated the face of the King of the Strange Face Clan. While admiring, he personally picked up a long wooden tube and fired a cannonball with a "Bang!"

The cannonball, which was less than the size of a fist, flew dozens of meters and exploded into a small ball of fire on the rock wall.

The power of the shelling can only be said to be average. To use a metaphor, it is about the same as the normal bullets fired by the hunter's ballista, and the accuracy is obviously not good.

But Pork Chop noticed something more crucial.

Both ends of the wooden barrel are open, which will undoubtedly reduce the power of the bombardment, but the advantage is that there is almost no recoil and it is very convenient to load.

The two Qimian tribes cooperate with each other, one fires the gun and the other loads it. When skilled Qimian tribe warriors use this barrel, the rate of fire can even exceed ten rounds per minute.

Then the Qimian Clan usually go out in dozens together.

Thinking about the amount of firepower delivered, Pork Chop's scalp suddenly went numb.

At the same time, it was also aroused to have a sense of competition, so it took out the Ansil and handed it to it, letting it use it as the supernova in its trump card.

Fire the detonator and launch it into the air.

"Boom--!"

A huge fireball like the sun illuminated the entire cave. Unprepared, several strange-faced tribesmen were blown away by the spreading blast wind.

Now it was the King of the Strange Face Clan's turn to be aroused to be competitive.

It waved its fat arm, and several strange-faced tribesmen immediately ran over and brought in several huge thick clay pots.

"This is a kettle bomb. The bravest warrior will hold it, rush under the monster, and light the fuse!"

Pork chop: "?"

This doesn't sound right, meow.