Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

The journey across the Geokruk Sea was not as magnificent as Gordon imagined.

Huge waves, storms, tornadoes, and sea monsters. None of these happened.

After drifting boredly on the sea for more than a week on the cargo ship of the caravan, the merchant ship approached the northern shore of the Geokruk Sea, and the marsh plain by the sea was far away.

Next, the ship will continue west along the coastline until it reaches the port of Metabetat.

Gordon was puzzled by the circling, non-straight line of sailing, and seeing a sailor slip down the mast, he went over to chat.

This was a short and strong sailor, chewing tobacco in his mouth, and the slightly pungent smell reminded Gordon of the old craftsman of the dragon tribe in Minagarde.

"Hey, don't look at the calm here. There are many monsters in the sea. We sail like this to avoid the monster's territory."

Gordon couldn't help but say, "Such a big ship is afraid of monsters? How big are the monsters in the sea?"

The merchant ship they took was forty meters long. In Gordon's view, ordinary large monsters could not pose a real threat to such a huge monster.

"Don't look at our merchant ship as big, but its skin is thin, and its speed is not too fast. Naturally, we have to avoid monsters. If we encounter Hai Long, we will be tossed and sunk.

Let me tell you, the most powerful hunting boats are equipped with bed crossbows and cannons, so they are not afraid of monsters, and they chase monsters around to kill them! "

What the sailors called the Hunting Ship Gordon actually knew it too.

Hunter gatherings in offshore human settlements often build hunting boats to organize hunters to go out to sea to hunt monsters and keep the sea lanes open.

As a seaport city, Minergard City naturally has more than one hunting boat, but hunters who go hunting at sea need to master special naval combat skills, so Gordon has not tried it.

To be honest, he didn't want to try it either, and since he couldn't swim, he went into the sea fully armed, fearing that he would just sink to the bottom to feed the fish.

While Gordon was chatting with the sailors, there was a sudden shout from the observation deck on the top of the mast.

"There is a situation in the north! Look at the sky in the north!"

"I don't necessarily have to talk about the sea dragon. The sea dragon is coming, right?" the sailor muttered, but he didn't seem too worried. With rich sailing experience, he knew very well that the chance of a sea dragon appearing here is almost zero.

Gordon also hastily took out the binoculars from his bag and opened them to look.

"Flare?" He said to himself with some surprise: "It's still red, a distress signal?"

"Well, the hunter's distress signal." Anshir, who came to the side of the ship at some point, squinted his eyes. As a sniper, his eyes were very good. "It's the direction of the shore. A hunter is in distress."

"I have to go and see." Gordon put away the binoculars and frowned.

Anshir straightened the brim of his hat, and simply responded, "Of course."

They all knew that hunters generally would not send out a distress signal unless it was absolutely necessary. Even if they sent out a distress signal, whether they could be seen or whether there were hunters passing by nearby to come to rescue them was unknown.

To put it bluntly, it is to resign to fate and take a gamble in despair.

Therefore, it is a customary rule among hunters to do everything possible to help when you find someone else's distress signal-this time you save someone, it may be someone else who saves you next time.

Without much thought, Gordon and Anshir immediately found the captain and made a request to dock.

The captain of the merchant ship was also a little embarrassed, "The water depth near the sea is too shallow, and there are a lot of sandy reefs. This big ship can't get close to it, but I can ask the sailors to put a small boat and take you ashore, and then we will leave. "

"That's enough, thank you for your help." Gordon nodded immediately, then looked at Anshir, "I'll go get the pork chop, Anshir, check the ammunition, we're ready to go."

Eli huddled and hid in a small stone cave, or in a crevice of stones. The sharp pain from between his chest and ribs wrinkled his facial features into balls.

The blood foaming from his throat proved that the broken rib had inserted into the lobe of the lung, and if he was not treated, he might even choke to death with his own blood.

The heavy footsteps of the poisonous monster bird approached from far to near, and he had to hold his breath temporarily, praying that he would not be discovered, even if doing so would further constrict his lungs and aggravate his injury.

After wandering for a while, the poisonous monster bird went away.

Eli heaved a sigh of relief, but the injury in his lungs did not allow him to take a big breath, so he could only spit out the blood foam in his mouth continuously, panting little by little.

Eli moved carefully to make room for the broken leg, which would be slightly more comfortable.

Looking up, he smiled wryly, "I'm afraid I have to explain it here this time."

As a dual-sword user in his thirties but still only at the three-star level, Eli has long since recognized that he does not belong to that kind of "talented" person.

The childhood dream of hunting flying dragons and becoming a legend has faded.

Losing his drive to go further, he returned to his hometown, an unnamed small village on the edge of the swamp, married the gentle girl from his childhood sweetheart, and started a family together.

There is also a little daughter who is like her mother, has freckles on her nose, but is still too cute.

If possible, he really didn't want to accept any dangerous hunting missions.

Going to the edge of the wetland from time to time, hunting two herbivorous dragons, drooping beasts, and collecting some special mushrooms and other mountain products are enough for their small family to live a leisurely life without worrying about food and clothing.

However, as the only hunter in the village, he also had to fight when the monster came to his door.

It was a very large poisonous monster bird. Not long after it migrated to the vicinity, it completely destroyed the ecology of the surrounding area.

More than one or two villagers were killed, and now everyone dare not even go out.

Eli has never hunted this kind of highly poisonous ornithosaur monster, but he has experience in hunting big monster birds, and the action patterns between the two are similar. He is confident that he can fight.

After a hard fight, after exhausting all the recovery medicine, antidote and other supplies, he finally pushed the poisonous monster bird into a desperate situation.

To be honest, Eli was very proud when he saw the huge poisonous bird howling and fell in front of him.

He had already figured out how to brag to his daughter about his heroic hunting experience when he went back.

However, who would have thought that when he came to the corpse of the poisonous monster bird and knelt down to take it off, this cunning guy suddenly jumped up and knocked him out at once.

This bastard monster would pretend to be dead and sneak attack? !

Unprepared, Eli was seriously injured, more than one rib was broken, and the leg bone of his left leg was also broken. He couldn't even lift his sword, let alone continue hunting.

Fortunately, the poisonous monster bird was also seriously injured. After playing dead and knocking the hunter into the air, it didn't have the strength to continue chasing it, which gave Eli a chance to escape.

During the evacuation, Eli, whose injuries worsened further, was unable to walk through the monster wandering, dangerous wetlands and return to the camp.

In desperation, he had no choice but to find a place to shelter temporarily, and at the same time sent a distress signal.

The rest can only be left to luck.