Monster Hunter: I can hear the monsters' thoughts

Chapter 87 Departure
As this red flare was launched into the air, the entire Lockrak fell into chaos for a moment.

Some merchants and travelers who came to Rocklak for the first time were confused and a little panicked, but then they found that a group of people in white uniforms, who could always be seen in the city, stood up, calmed everyone's emotions, and guided people to evacuate in an orderly manner into the shelter.

"Everyone come this way! Don't crowd, evacuate in an orderly manner!"

"Don't all crowd into one place, everyone follow me! Don't worry, we have enough shelters to accommodate everyone!"

A merchant who had just arrived in Rocklark looked hesitantly at the stall he had just set up, then looked at the group of people, wanting to pack up his priceless goods before leaving.

There are also travelers who have just put their luggage in the hotel and ran out to go shopping empty-handed, and subconsciously want to go back to the hotel, pick up supplies and then go to the shelter.

However, there was no need for the fortress guerrillas to persuade them, as the local people who had lived in Rocklak all year round had already persuaded them.

"Don't panic. Although it's an alarm, it only happens once a year. Just stay in the shelter for a day. The hunters will keep the danger out."

"The shelter has everything you need. Don't even think about getting your luggage. Not only will you not need it, but it will also waste your time and energy!"

"Why close the stall? Just cover it with a piece of canvas to keep out the wind and sand. Don't worry about anyone taking advantage of the situation. Look over there, those are the Fortress Guerrillas! Who dares to act recklessly in front of them?"

Under the guidance of the fortress guerrillas and the leadership of the local residents of Lokrak, the crowd began to move in an orderly manner. The bustling streets became deserted within half an hour, leaving only the gradually increasing wind and sand blowing through the deserted streets.

dock.

Although the Mineyama Maru sailed into the sand sea for training, it did not go deep into it, but kept a very close distance from the Lockrak. Therefore, after seeing the eye-catching red flare, the group rushed back in just about a quarter of an hour.

Before Lin Lin got off the boat, he saw a few people standing on the platform in twos and threes. He secretly asked the crew members next to him and found out that these people were all heavyweights.

The old dragon man with a serious face and even a sharp look in the corners of his eyes is the president of the Rocklak Guild, but at this moment, there is no trace of his usual incoherence.

A clean-shaven, bespectacled, and quiet human researcher, he is the head of the Rocklark branch of the Royal Paleontological Scribe Corps.

The old dragon man, whose stature has shrunk much more severely than the president, and whose eyebrows and beard are almost wrinkled together, is a researcher stationed in Lockrak at the Ancient Dragon Observation Bureau.

The bald, muscular man with a big sword on his back is the captain of the Fortress Guerrilla Team and also a five-star greatsword user stationed in Rocklark.

The remaining few dark-skinned, strong-built men, some old and some young, are representatives of the folk fishing team, and can also be said to be the captains of the boat.

The captain had just jumped off the bow, but before he could say anything, the guild leader interrupted him with a stern voice.

"Just received an urgent report. The Peak Mountain Dragon appeared ahead of schedule, about half a month earlier than the earliest one in previous years."

"Because it appeared so suddenly, by the time we discovered it, it was already very close to Rockrak. According to the Ancient Dragon Observatory's calculations, if we don't stop it in time, it is expected to hit the giant rock platform within half a day. We don't have much time left."

The guild president explained the situation briefly. Upon hearing this, the captain, without any further ado, immediately called upon the crew and began making final preparations before departure.

Artillery shells that were half a person's height, bundles of fine steel crossbow arrows, single-shot restraint bombs with sharp barbs on the tips, dragon-explosive bombs specially developed to deal with super-large ancient dragons, and high-energy fuel coal that was essential for activating dragon-slaying spears... These things were carefully carried from the warehouse in the dock into the arsenal inside Fengshan Maru. Lin Lin and the other two also followed suit, acting as temporary porters.

There were also non-combatants who were frantically circling the Mineyama Maru, checking the hull's structural integrity, the sails' rigging for wear, and the safety ropes needed to protect the combatants.

The intense pre-war preparations were not limited to the Mineyama Maru. Other sandboats in the fleet, including the fishermen's small fishing boats, were also undergoing final preparations.

All the personnel worked together, each doing their own job, and completed the final pre-war preparations very efficiently. Almost within a few minutes after the evacuation was completed, the last artillery shell was moved into the arsenal at the bottom of the cabin.

The captain glanced around, looking at the people who were eager to fight and ready to fight. He nodded slightly and then shouted in a deep voice:

"Raise the sails and set sail!"

"Boom!"

The huge gong at the stern of the ship suddenly sounded, and the deafening buzzing sound instantly filled the ears of everyone present, and continued to spread into the distance, so that the entire Rocklark could clearly hear the gong sound.

Inside the shelter, some residents who heard the gong couldn't help but whisper:
"The feast of the great desert has officially begun..."

On Fengshan Maru, after the gong sounded, Lin Lin felt a shock of spirit, as if the blood in his body was activated, and his breathing became a little heavier.

The sails were inflated. Although the Mineyama Maru was loaded with the most ammunition, it was traveling the fastest. It was galloping ahead across the sea of sand, raising clouds of dust along the way.

Immediately afterwards, ten sand ships broke through the smoke and dust one after another, following closely behind the Fengshan Maru, and guarding the flagship on both sides.

"Relax, it's normal to be nervous."

Rachel noticed that Lin Lin's breathing was a little heavy and patted his shoulder. "I was also nervous when I first participated in this kind of battle, but once I really faced those guys, I found that they were just a little bigger, no different from ordinary monsters."

"Just bring out the form you had during training, and there won't be any problems."

Lin Lin grinned at Rachel, "Don't underestimate me, I'm not nervous, I'm excited!"

Ziyuan next to him glanced at Lin Lin and wiped the sweat from his palms. He didn't expect that this senior brother had such a good attitude. Maybe this is the difference between seniors and newcomers?
Suddenly, she paused in wiping her hands, grabbed a handful of air with her hand, felt it carefully, and then looked at Rachel with uncertainty.

"Is the wind getting stronger?"

Rachel closed her eyes, feeling the air blowing across her cheeks, then nodded confidently, "The wind has definitely picked up. Could this be the monsoon that comes with the Peak Dragon?"

At this moment, the captain, who had been standing at the bow and staring at the front, suddenly shouted:
"Everyone, pay attention! Be alert!"

(End of this chapter)