Monster Hunter: I can hear the monsters' thoughts

Chapter 110: Monsoon Returns
Even though the mechanical dragon's attack power was a little weak, this kind of training was still much more exciting than swinging a weapon to chop a wooden stake. Facing the pecking attack of the bird's head, he inserted the sword into the shield, and after GP, he used the force to swing a powerful blow at the mechanical dragon's bird's head, almost knocking off the head of this barely cobbled-together mechanical dragon.

The operator, Elu Cat, hurriedly called a halt and made a hasty inspection. Only after confirming that the internal transmission structure was not damaged, did he breathe a sigh of relief.

After trying out the feel, Lin Lin did not continue to "occupy" this mechanical dragon. Seeing that Brave was quite jealous, he gave his seat to him, and ran to the side, swinging the charging sword at the tree stump, which seemed more appropriately called a hammer than a slashing sword.

After a few such chops, Lin Lin lowered his head to check the tip of the energy sword. Although it was originally quite sharp, the shape of the mace caused many dents on the energy sword. After a few chops, the chopped wood debris filled the gaps, shortening the sharp part used for attack in disguise. The same was true for the axe blade hidden in the shield.

"No wonder the blue slash is short and the green slash isn't long either. Just the way he swings the club is simply a miracle..."

He weighed the hammer-like sword and found it was indeed much heavier than bone weapons. It was true that great force could create miracles.

"Ow!"

Lin Lin was thinking about his new weapon when he suddenly heard Brave let out a strange cry and fell to the ground.

Lin Lin was confused. "What are you doing?"

Brave rubbed his arm with a grimace. "Just now I tried to use the Cassock Slash attack while dodging the peck, but I still got grazed by it... Luckily, the attack wasn't very powerful, otherwise I would have definitely gotten a bruise."

Brave paused for a moment, then stood up and asked Elu, who was operating the mechanism, to continue practicing. Lin Lin watched him swinging the more than three-meter-long large sword, constantly adjusting his body's center of gravity with the help of the inertia of the swing, and coupled with his flexible steps, it seemed that he really had some of the unique flexibility and elegance of the sword.

"Hey, Brave, have you heard of Mikiri?"

"Hmm? I seem to have some impression of it. Let me think about it."

Brave stepped back from the mechanical dragon, wiped the sweat from his forehead, frowned and thought.

"I think the captain mentioned it before. It should be a high-level technique unique to the katana, right? Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

Lin Lin smiled and said, "Nothing. I just watched you practice swordsmanship and it suddenly occurred to me that if you could master the Mikiri technique, your strength would definitely be greatly improved."

Brave patted his iron knife and shook his head helplessly, "That's not what I said. I haven't even met anyone who knows how to do it. I have no place to learn it even if I want to!"

"Ah? In such a large city like Rocklake, there isn't a single expert in using a katana?"

"Of course there are, but I just can't see them. Top Hunters are so elusive, often being sent off on missions by the guild. How can they be that easy to find? Do you think everyone can get guidance from a top Hunter as easily as you can?"

“Ahahaha…I see…”

Lin Lin scratched his face, thought seriously for a while, and suddenly put his hand in front of him and pointed upwards:
"Hey! I have an idea!"

"What's the idea?"

"Didn't you say before that you wanted to go to Yanhuo Village to find a Fanghound as a hunting partner?"

"That's what happened."

"As far as I know, Fuxian, the village chief of Yanhuo Village, is a retired sword master! When you go to Yanhuo Village, you can just ask him for advice!"

"real or fake?"

Brave's eyes widened suddenly.

"That's a question I'm asking. I haven't been there myself, so how can I guarantee it? I can only say that the probability is quite high."

Brav couldn't sit still anymore and stood up suddenly.

Lin Lin tilted his head: "What are you doing?"

"Need I ask? Go to Yanhuo Village!" "Now?"

"Well, what else? I have nothing to do in Rocklark anyway!"

The two were discussing the trip to Yanhuo Village when suddenly a weak voice came over.

"Brother Lin Lin, you're here! It was so hard for me to find you..."

Turning around, I saw the president with a small mustache staggering towards me.

"Brother President?"

"President?"

Seeing that Brave was there, the mustache-wearing president clenched his fist, put it to his mouth and coughed dryly, nodded, and then straightened his back quietly.

"I went to the hunter's cabin just now and you weren't there. After asking around, I finally realized you were at the training ground. Hey, your 'little pet' is much more exciting than my mushroom pig!"

It’s not a pet. Tiaotiao can go hunting with me!
Lin Lin didn't say anything, but just asked:
"What do you want to talk to me about, Brother President?"

"Um, nothing serious, just a little bit..."

The president looked at Brave hesitantly and didn't say any useful information.

So Brave sensibly put on his sword and said, "I suddenly remembered that I haven't packed my luggage yet. I'll go back and pack my things first!"

Brave left, and the president gave the Felycat, who was in charge of controlling the mechanical dragon, a day off. The mustache president then walked up to Lin Lin with his hands behind his back and asked in a low voice:
"Have you been dreaming lately?"

Lin Lin was startled for a moment, then realized that he was being asked about his dream about Fengshan Dragon.

"Actually, there are still some, but compared to that time, they seem more intermittent, and the perspective is basically just wandering in the sea of sand, without any special information."

"That's it..."

The mustache-faced president nodded, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly said, "Fengshanlong is coming."

Oh...huh?

Lin Lin responded subconsciously, but then he came to his senses, looked up in surprise, and looked at the mustache-faced president.

The mustache president didn't look at him, but started explaining himself:

"When the Peak Mountain Dragon appeared a few days ago, we all thought the wind was the early arrival of the monsoon. But based on your dream, the old men at the Ancient Dragon Observatory speculated that the wind wasn't a monsoon, but the aftermath of the storm caused by the Tianjin Bane. This explains why after the Harvest Festival, the monsoon didn't continue as usual, but quickly dissipated."

He looked up at the sky and said, "The wind these past two days is exactly the same as the wind before the arrival of the Peak Mountain Dragon in previous years."

"But this time, I'm afraid there won't be any sand fleet. We have very little time left, and we can only barely repair the Fengshan Maru. I'm afraid the focus of defense will have to be placed on that temporary line of defense."

The mustache-faced president finally turned his head and looked directly at Lin Lin:

"Although it's embarrassing to say this, I still have to ask, are you willing to join another dangerous battle?"

"If Locklak can survive this time, I really want to know what the Peak Dragon that comes every year is thinking."

Lin Lin smiled and said nothing. He just raised his thumb to silently prove his choice.

(End of this chapter)