Monster Hunt: Notes From a Hunter

  Chapter 42 Amos' Worries

  When Gordon, who finished making up and gathering, walked back to Amos with the blood-stained sword on his shoulder, the latter's expression seemed a little stiff.

   It's not that Gordon's performance was so good that Amos was shocked. It's just that this guy's increasingly brutal fighting style seriously challenged Amos's "precise and elegant" combat aesthetics.

  He opened his mouth with tangled eyes, but in the end he didn't say anything.

  There is no right or wrong personal style. The big sword and the Taidao are two weapons with very different styles. Forcing this child to copy his own style will only create a nondescript image.

   Patted Hayatta, whose face had turned pale again, as comfort, and at the same time, Amos smiled wryly in his heart.

  Gordon obviously hasn't grasped the true essence of "inertia".

  However, if this kind of wild fighting style is replaced by the great swordsman whose muscles are trained in the brain in the assembly hall, maybe he will laugh and applaud?

And Gordon, who put away the big sword, also returned to his usual slightly shy boyish appearance. He scratched the tip of his nose and said a little embarrassedly: "Mr. Amos, do I understand the meaning of 'controlling inertia'?" Something's not quite right."

   "There is no right or wrong."

  Amos waved his hand, "I have already told you the basic concept, whether you can form it and how to form a style that suits you, you can only see yourself."

   "I understand." After hearing what Amos said, Gordon also felt relieved.

   He glanced at the corpse of the Qimian tribe not far away.

  Counting the five that Amos hunted, they had already hunted nine strange faces, and they were still about half away from completing the target of twenty.

   Good efficiency.

  The three of them rested in place and waited for a while, but unfortunately, no more strange noodles came to their door.

  Different from monsters such as Blue Velociraptor, which are essentially beasts.

  The odd-faced tribe with an IQ similar to that of a human will not die in vain. According to Gordon's guess, these guys should have hidden deep in the dense forest.

  After a little hesitation, Gordon proposed to continue to go deep into the territory of the strange face tribe.

   As for being ambushed and besieged by a large number of strange faces, he is not too worried.

   It is true that the odd-faced groups live in groups, but they have not mastered farming techniques, so it is impossible for them to have a large-scale group due to food supply.

   In this regard, the pork chop that grew up in the mountains and forests has a strong say. According to it, the number of 20 to 30 is already the limit.

   Get rid of those that have been resolved, and even if the rest swarm up, it is impossible to cause them too much trouble.

   You know, there is still a high-ranking swordsman in their team.

  However, what Gordon didn't expect was that after expressing his thoughts to Amos, the latter resolutely refused.

   "No, I can't go too deep, just search and hunt nearby." Amos' attitude was unexpectedly firm.

  Gordon was stunned when he heard the words, and immediately remembered the existence of Hayatta.

   Also, unlike him and Amos, Hayatta, who has just started hunter training, has a worrying self-protection ability.

   At this moment, Amos' words once again exceeded Gordon's expectations.

   "Not because of Hariyatta."

"ah?"

  Gordon was stunned for a while, and couldn't help but look at Hayata again. The latter puffed his mouth in dissatisfaction, but he didn't care, but asked curiously, "That's because?"

  Amos frowned and hesitated for a few seconds, before finally telling the truth.

   "Gordon, have you heard of the King of the Kinky Face?"

   "The king of the odd-faced tribe?" Gordon blinked, "Is it the leader of the group like the blue velociraptor king and the big wild boar king?"

   "That's right."

  Amos leaned his back against the tree trunk beside him, and continued: "But to be precise, it is not the leader of a group, but the king of all the odd-faced people in the entire area."

   "King? Uh, so to speak, is the King of the Kin-Mian Clan strong?"

Amos looked up at him, exhaled and said, "Very strong, not on the same level as monsters like the Blue Velociraptor King. Let me just say this, the task involving hunting the king of the strange faces, the star The lowest rating is a five-star base."

   "Five Stars?!"

  Gordon couldn't help but screamed, and then remembered that they were still in the hunting ground at this time, and quickly lowered his voice, asking: "There are really five stars? Isn't that stronger than many flying dragons?

  How is it possible, is this a completely different creature? Can it really be counted as a member of the strange face clan? "

  Amos gave Gordon a sideways glance, raised his chin and pointed in the direction of Hayatta, then pointed to himself, "We are all human beings."

  Hayatta: ".?"

   Didn't pay attention to the girl's bulging cheeks, Gordon continued to ask: "So the mission of crusade against the strange face clan may encounter the king of the strange face clan? How can this be a two-star mission!"

Amos pursed his lips and explained: "Different from the relatively common leader monsters like the Big Wild Boar King, the number of strange-faced kings is very small, and they generally operate in the core area deep in the dense forest. It is generally impossible to encounter lower-level hunting grounds."

"That is not bad"

   Without waiting for Gordon to breathe a sigh of relief, Amos continued: "The premise is that you have not received this task during this season."

   "Huh? What does this have to do with the seasons?"

   "Early summer is a special time for the odd-faced tribe. On the 'big moon night' when the moon is the most complete and bright throughout the year, the odd-faced tribe in the nearby area will gather together to hold the 'odd-faced festival'."

   Listening to Amos' description, Gordon couldn't help recalling the detailed description of this task commission.

  —The Qimian tribe attacked the caravan in a big way, preparing for the festival.

   "But, isn't there still half a month before the 'big moon night' in June?" Hayata, who felt that he was excluded, also came over and muttered.

  Amos looked at the two of them helplessly, "If it is the time when the Qimian Tribe is held, I might let you two little guys enter the territory of the Qimian Tribe?

   On that day, hundreds of odd-faced tribes would be enough to overwhelm you.

  Furthermore, now is a relatively dangerous period, and the various ethnic groups of the Qimian tribe are busy preparing for the sacrifice, and the king of the Qimian tribe will also wander around during this period, if you are unlucky"

  Gordon finally understood what Amos meant.

   It’s not that the king of the strange-faced tribe is nearby, but that if you penetrate deep into the territory of the strange-faced tribe during this period, you may encounter the king of the strange-faced tribe who happens to be wandering here.

   "How likely is it?" Gordon asked.

  "Less than 10%, there are at least dozens of strange-faced ethnic groups in the Metabe area, and it is not so easy to win the lottery."

   "Hi! What's up!"

  Gordon suddenly felt that his worries were useless. Going to hunt herbivorous dragons to collect raw meat might also encounter flying dragons. If you have to worry about these small-probability events all day long, you don’t have to be a hunter.

   "Don't be careless, too many hunters died of luck." Amos's tone was unprecedentedly serious, and he even felt a little scolded.

   "We are operating on the outskirts of the Qimian tribe's territory. If we spend more time, we will spend more time. Only hunters who are cautious enough can survive to the day when they become stronger!"

"oh"

   QQ group number: 604167414 The old group was bombed, this is the new group orz

  (end of this chapter)