Monster Hunter: I can accept monster quests

The place where the earth's veins converge.

The earth's energy, enough to burst any Elder Dragon species, poured continuously into the cocoon, yet it was still not satisfied.

For it, which desperately needs nutrition, ley line energy is just a snack. To truly be full and break free of its cocoon, it needs the energy of a higher-level ancient dragon species.

But whether it's the Lavasioth, the Aotona, the Steel Dragon, or the Kirin... these ancient dragons that should have died in the Rotten Vale have all vanished without a trace.

So He was very hungry.

A faint warning from the taboo, pressure from his kin constantly shedding their skin to grow stronger, a struggle for energy on a distant, isolated island... He can't wait another decade.

The cocoon swayed gently, and its unique energy spread along the deep veins of the earth, quickly circulating throughout the Old and New Worlds.

Those ancient dragons that were newly born or in their prime could not sense it, but those old and frail ancient dragons that had already entered a dormant state suddenly awoke.

Yiqunling, that mountain that pierces the clouds and almost connects heaven and earth, remains an insurmountable barrier for both humans and monsters.

High on the mountaintop, in a place where only the wind can reach, the enormous body, curled up in the middle and having slept for countless years, stirred.

Several translucent eyelids trembled slowly, revealing a pair of murky blue eyes hidden beneath. After the eyelids fully opened, the blue eyes automatically contracted, and the eyes saw the light of day again after a long time.

He stared blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar surroundings for a long time, seemingly not understanding why he had woken up again.

Only when the urging from his bloodline arose again did he slowly turn his head amidst the hoarse rubbing of his scales, looking towards the distant place he had never set foot in before.

Who is calling Him?

He wanted to get up, but his limbs, which had been pressed down for so long and were sore, numb, and swollen to the extreme, plus his tail, made him unable to move at all except for grimacing.

So even He gets stumped?

His breathing gradually became steady, a gentle breeze blew across the mountaintop, and the thin layer of dust on his body slid off his still shimmering silver scales.

Its thick, sharp talons spread out on its back, supporting its long-dormant, aged dragon body from its decaying, dried-out nest.

Blinking eyes, twisting neck, spreading claws, kicking hind legs, wagging tail, sneezing, pooping...

As the king who dominates the highest altitude, He is very good at training His body. Before long, the obstruction caused by the slumber disappeared.

He paced back and forth on the mountaintop, moving his still long and thick limbs and tail with great enthusiasm.

Its blade-like carapace opened and closed in the wind, and the forked thorns at the end of its tail trembled slightly, yet it still easily shattered the hard mountain rocks.

Having warmed up his body, he stood on a protruding rock, gazing at the boundless sea of ​​clouds below. A long-lost urge to spread his wings and soar freely filled his heart.

He turned his head to look at the enormous winged feet that had spread out behind him, and looked expectantly at his old companions.

I wonder if those six "gun wings" that have accompanied Him through so many battles are still working well?

As the "air intake valve" on its chest carefully opened, it drew in cool air, which was transformed into scorching dragon energy. After undergoing multiple compressions, the energy was transmitted to the jet nozzles at the ends of its wing bones—

The wing bones trembled slightly, and a plume of black smoke shot out from the jet nozzles first, as if washing away the "carbon deposits" in the jet channels. Half a second later, six streams of dragon energy erupted from them with tremendous power.

Become!

It gripped the rock beneath it with its claws to prevent itself from leaping out at once.

His stomach rumbled a few times, as if reminding him that it had been a long time since he had eaten.

The comet, gazing at the heavens and earth, let out a long-lost, exhilarating roar, startling the sea of ​​clouds into turmoil and scattering the winds.

The silver-winged ominous star, the crimson comet, the embodiment of despair and calamity... He has returned!

...

A remote and desolate region surrounded by mountains and rarely visited by humans.

This area, spanning thousands of miles, is depleted of resources and devoid of life. During the day, fierce winds sweep through the mountains, howling like ghosts and wolves, while large and small rocks fall continuously, randomly killing any passing monsters.

After nightfall, the cold air is biting, and even the monster covered in the thickest fat and old skin will perish in the cold night wind in no time.

Even the boldest and most fearless explorers of the Old World hesitated to set foot in this deadly place.

At the foot of one of the highest mountains, piles of broken bones almost reached the base of the mountain.

A gust of wind swept by, and a large patch of purplish-black fog poured down from the mountain. Several small monsters that had strayed into the area or were swept down by the wind were sucked in and immediately let out heart-wrenching roars.

With bloodshot eyes, they frantically attacked their fellow dragons who should have been clinging to each other for survival, even though they had no sharp teeth or claws, they were determined to kill their companions at all costs.

They had already died a very tragic death before the sun had even set.

At the mountaintop, in a natural depression open at both ends, a white-gold figure unconsciously spreading black scales suddenly opened its eyes.

The golden eyes did not contain anger, but rather a deep fear.

Terrified, Tianhuilong didn't give his body, which hadn't moved for a long time, any time to recover.

Upon realizing that he had been inexplicably awakened, he opened his eyes and fiercely fired a Mad Dragon Compression Cannon, filled with Mad Dragon Virus, at the air in front of him.

This shot not only missed, but also aggravated the gruesome scar on His throat that ran almost from front to back. He was not only spitting blood from His mouth, but also from His wound.

Tianhuilong bared its teeth, spread its wings, and snarled as it looked around, barely managing to stay upright.

It was confirmed that the boy and cat who had brought Him such indescribable shock—the one who was "horrible beyond description," "almost killed by a single stab," "whose cat was muttering about whether He was an ancient dragon or not," and "who had inhaled His viral scales as a stimulant"—were not there.

The Heavenly Dragon was about to give in, but it suddenly straightened up again.

During His slumber, I hope no "Black Devouring Dragon" will attempt to usurp His throne.

He originally thought he would never wake up again, so he began to release the Mad Dragon Virus indiscriminately, which contained his reproductive cells.

Like the Nergigante's thorny breeding, it is also a unique hermaphroditic being.

Every organism infected with the Mad Dragon Virus is essentially "parasitized" by the Black Erosion Dragon in its cellular state. Once the host dies, the corpse becomes a carrier for the Black Erosion Dragon to absorb nutrients and hatch.

But after He carefully sensed it, He breathed a sigh of relief, stained with blood. Not to mention the Black Devouring Dragon that was trying to usurp the throne, there were not even two or three living monsters.

He really did pick a good place to sleep.

Although I feel a little sorry for the wasted reproductive cells, I am already very fortunate that I can open my eyes again.

He covered the wound on his neck, spread out the extremely beautiful, dazzling, wide and bright golden halo behind him, and rode the wind to the pile of bones at the foot of the mountain.

He, who considers himself an ancient dragon, is not as picky as other ancient dragons. He can eat fresh meat, rotten meat, and half-rotten meat. If none of these are available, he is happy to eat bones as well.

Dragons are not picky eaters and are very easy to raise.

With a crunching sound, the Heavenly Returning Dragon chewed on its dry bones and looked around. Since there was no one, no cat, and no Black Devouring Dragon, who had awakened it?

Did it awaken Him, the dragon that reincarnates in the heavens?

Just as Tianhuilong was surveying its "territory" with disdain, a stone suddenly hit its head. Tianhuilong let out a deafening wail, then folded its wings behind its back, completely covering itself.

Even so, he still frantically rummaged through his mouth for bones.

Let Him eat His fill before you kill Him!

Chapter 215 Swift Cat's Neighbors

The good days for Xunlong are gone forever.

To its right was still that loud and boisterous Pink Rathian, while to its left, after a morning of clanging and banging, a brand new dragon's den had sprung up in the open space.

The neighbor who moved in looked familiar; it was the chameleon that had almost poisoned it to death. Although it was cured of 99% of the poison afterward, the remaining little bit of toxin still made it have a full day of diarrhea.

Even cologne can't withstand three soaks of water, let alone this...

First, a "fake pet owner" came to Chen Yan's door, asking it to catch mushroom pigs in the forest every day. For each one caught and brought back, he would exchange it for ten cans.

Every day, inquire about the mood of the two dragons next door. Whether they are happy or unhappy, report back to them before sunset. If the information is accurate, you will be rewarded with ten jars.

Finally, if the two neighbors start fighting, you must notify him at any time. If you discover it even once, you will be rewarded with 100 jars.

The velociraptor was initially dismissive; it could simply charm its way into a can of food, so why bother venturing into the remote corners of the forest to catch a pig and risk its life to deliver intelligence...

However, after hearing from Chen Yan that Naomi, the "real cat owner," had to go back to the Old World and wouldn't be back for at least half a month, she still gritted her teeth and agreed.

No one can resist Royal Canin canned food.

No sooner had Chen Yan left than his neighbor, the Pink Rathian, came knocking on his door, carrying a plump herbivorous dragon in its mouth.

It tossed the recently deceased herbivorous dragon beside it, calmly circled it twice, sniffing it from near and far. Once it was sure there was no Chen Yan scent under its tail, it immediately became enthusiastic.

Little Sakura's fire dragon roared, occasionally flapping its wings and wagging its tail in a carefree manner, showing off the similar physiques of the two dragons.

The velociraptor tilted its head and looked at it for a long time before it barely understood what it meant. It said that everyone is a flying dragon species, and their ancestors may have been monsters, but one yearned for the sky and the other preferred the earth, and ultimately chose to evolve in different directions, or something like that.

Since you all have such a close family history, you certainly won't refuse its request, right?

Seeing the Pink Rathalos grinning with blood on its teeth, looking all "sunny," the Nargacuga still didn't have the courage to shake its head.

The task Little Charizard asked of it was simple: whenever it made a noise from the house to its left, it should sneak up and scratch at the door. For each successful discovery, it would be rewarded with a plump herbivorous dragon.

Although Xunlong now prefers canned food, it's better to eat meat that's offered to you than not eat it...

Sakura's fire dragon departed satisfied.

The swift dragon breathed a sigh of relief and was just about to feast when it was gently patted on the head, making it tremble in fright.

Looking up, the previously empty, dilapidated rooftop suddenly revealed the figure of the Chameleon that made its legs tremble. Facing the Chameleon's round eyes staring intently at it, the Nargacuga's head turned rapidly, making the fastest decision it had ever made.

It knelt down before Xialong with a thud.

From this day forward, you are my boss. If you tell me to go east, I will never go west; if you tell me to climb a tree, I will never jump into the river...

The venomous dragon was clever, and the chameleon was satisfied. It swallowed the venom in its mouth and slowly gestured its requirements.

His requirements were much simpler than those of Chen Yan and Xiao Yinghuolong.

If there's any noise from next door, it'll pound on the wall if it's over three minutes, roar if it's over five minutes, slam its tail against the wall if it's over ten minutes, and collapse the house if it's over half an hour. The Chameleon's evil eyes gleam; it refuses to believe it can't scare that Pink Rathian to death...

Xialong also climbed upside down and left.

The Nargacuga, which had taken on the quests from Chen Yan, the Pink Rathian, and the Chameleon, was on the verge of tears. It now understood that there was no such thing as a free lunch.

Starry Sky Base, Chen Yan's dormitory.

Hua Miao was busy transferring the gold coins under Naomi's bed in her dormitory. She hid them left and right, but no place felt safe. She had a feeling that sooner or later Chen Yan would "borrow" them.

Chen Yan didn't have time to search for treasure right now; he used all his skills to give the little cat, Duo Miao, who was lying on his lap, a massage.

"Duo Miao-chan, how did you calm down Chameleon and Pink Rathian, and even get them holding paws like best friends?"

Faced with Chen Yan's attentive service, Duo Miao's chin was practically pointing to the sky, and she let out a soft "meow" without paying him any attention.

Seeing its appearance, Chen Yan became even more curious.