Monster Hunter: I can accept monster quests

The Ice Dragon's left claw hooked around the Frozen Wolf Dragon, whose three legs were frozen, and it flew around wildly, flying very low.

On one hand, they maliciously smashed the head of the Hellwolf against trees, rocks, and birds; on the other hand, they searched for traces of the escaped Barioth.

His right paw was still empty.

Just as He circled around for a few hours without finding the Ice Fang Dragon, and was about to throw the Hell Wolf Dragon into the sea outside the Everfrost Tundra to teach it how to swim without its hind legs, several thunderclaps rang out.

The Ice Curse Dragon looked up and found that dark clouds had gathered in the sky again. Its dragon eyes locked onto a bolt of lightning, watching it strike a hundred meters away. As the lightning dissipated, a deep blue dragon shadow, even smaller and more delicate than itself, emerged from it.

The Ice Dragon stopped its wings, tilted its head slightly, and looked at the extremely cautious Qilin a hundred meters away.

The wolf-dragon under its claws began to struggle again; it seemed to recognize the Qilin.

So, are you here to make me happy too?

The two-colored horns on the Qilin's head gleamed slightly, and without the need for the wailing of the Prison Wolf Dragon to remind it, it had already assumed a defensive posture as if facing a formidable enemy.

The Ice Dragon exerted a very strong, extremely strong, pressure on the Qilin.

Among all the monsters that Qilin knows, aside from Lord Duomiao, only the Namielle Dragon in the sea can rival the Ice Dragon. If it were the old Qilin, it would probably have been killed by a single tail stab if it wasn't careful.

If it were a modern Qilin, it would probably need to have its two and a half tails stabbed twice by accident before it would die.

Therefore, the Qilin quickly made a change. The light on its blue horns went out, and it imitated Chen Yan's previous actions, eyes, and posture, and issued a "literary test" request to the Ice Curse Dragon.

Do you dare to compete with Him in the three ancient dragon techniques?

The chill surrounding the Ice Curse Dragon dissipated, and after observing the gesturing Qilin and understanding its meaning, its eyes gradually became interested.

These alien monsters are much more interesting than those dragons that live in the permafrost and whose brains are practically frozen...

...

The Starry Sky Stronghold was filled with the sounds of gongs and drums, the crackling of firecrackers, the waving of red flags, and a sea of ​​people...

Actually, there's nothing like that.

Hunters continued their quests as usual, craftsmen continued their clanging and banging of materials, scholars remained engrossed in researching new species from the New World, a sprained Anjanath slept soundly in its cage awaiting treatment, and in the training grounds, trainee hunters were sent flying through the air, wounded by a Barroth...

However, if a careful person were to search, they would be surprised to find that none of the top management at the base were at their posts.

In an ordinary dormitory at the outpost, a dozen or so people gathered together, chatting and laughing. The table was covered with dishes that looked ordinary but were plentiful, as well as all kinds of fruits from the New World. Several barrels of wine were also piled up at the corner of the table.

As Azure Star, Aibo, Luna, and the Grand Commander, along with Meow, finally arrived, the Commander-in-Chief, who had been waiting for a long time, laughed heartily and gave them a very warm hug.

He then handed them wine glasses and eagerly raised his glass in invitation. The captains responded in kind, and with the first glass down their throats, the simple yet grand farewell banquet for Azure Star began.

Chen Yan huddled behind the leader, Naomi. The things the big shots at the table were talking about were too high-level to have anything to do with him, a nobody in the Hunter Guild, or even a nobody among nobodys, like Hua Miao.

What they're concerned about now is who made the chicken leg in this bowl.

Judging from the color, it should have been made by a skilled head chef, but the broth is so salty it's almost unbearable. It seems to have been made by one of the less skilled kitchen helpers under the head chef.

Just as the man and the cat were arguing back and forth, a pair of chopsticks suddenly appeared out of nowhere, swiftly and decisively snatching away the big chicken leg that Chen Yan and the cat had been longing for.

Then they watched helplessly as the big chicken leg went into someone's mouth, and after chewing for less than half a second, a chicken bone was spat out.

The chicken bones, which are so shiny they reflect light, clearly show that they've been sucked clean. Even a Deviljho with the most teeth wouldn't be able to get a single piece of meat if it ate them again.

"You can tell from the taste that it was stewed by the Commander-in-Chief. He loves to add salt to his dishes, and his specialty is salty to the point of being unbearably so."

Aibo, who had tasted the entire New World, shook his head and gave the answer.

Seeing the chicken leg turn into chicken bones, Chen Yanhua and Miao no longer cared about the answer. Just as they were about to join forces to strike the one who was trying to steal their food, a whole roasted chicken fell from the sky and blocked their mouths.

"I'll give you a salted chicken leg in return, and you'll get a whole roasted chicken made with my secret recipe. Isn't that a good deal?"

A delicious-looking roast chicken was placed on the ground. Chen Yan only managed to grab half a chicken leg, while the rest was devoured by the cat. The cat seemed to have choked on a chicken bone while eating, and stumbled off to ask for water.

Aibo and Chen Yan burst into laughter upon seeing this.

Aibo patted Chen Yan on the shoulder and simply extended her invitation.

"Hey, Chen Yan, want to come with us to the Forbidden Land?"

As soon as she said that, Naomi spilled half a glass of wine, Azure Star nodded at Chen Yan, and Luna meowed expectantly.

Why should I go?

Aibo shook his head, refrained from saying anything pretentious or empty, and instead gave a straightforward explanation.

"I don't know, but I always feel that if you go, Azure Star and I will save a lot of trouble, and the secrets of the Forbidden Land will be revealed soon."

Good grief, you think you can treat me like a free slave?!

That makes sense, considering the New World alone, he has helped Azure Star deal with monsters that should have been his responsibility on countless occasions, directly or indirectly.

Although Chen Yan also gained quite a lot.

But Chen Yan still shook his head and refused decisively.

He wasn't interested in the distant forbidden lands for the time being, because he had too many things on his mind about the new continent. Putting aside Meimeizi, Miss El, and Miss Mira, he couldn't let go of any of the little Rathalos, Mirage, and Diablos right beside him.

However, we can't be too absolute. I've heard that the Entangling Frog has a very long tongue, the Sand Sea Dragon has a very flexible and twisting waist, the Flame Tail Dragon has a very plump tail, the Wave-Skin Dragon is really wet and moist, the Chain Blade Dragon really likes to play bondage games, and the Frozen Peak Dragon is very lonely and empty...

If he were to actually conquer Miss El and Miss Mira in the future, he might be able to use their power to move the entire Guiding Lands to the vicinity of the Forbidden Lands. Then, the monsters of the Forbidden Lands would be at his mercy...

Chen Yan started to have some wild thoughts.

"What a pity, I thought you would be happy to join..."

Aibo nodded with some regret. Just as she was about to return to Azure Star's side, a recipe book filled with secret ingredients fell onto her shoulder.

"I don't have much to give you, so I'll just give you a cookbook. I wish you all the best in your journey to the Forbidden Lands!"

Aibo beamed with joy; for her, there was no better gift than an unknown cookbook.

Thank you!

After Aibo walked away, Naomi suddenly turned her head.

"Why don't you go to the Forbidden Land with them? Haven't you always dreamed of becoming a hunter? With Azure Star's recommendation, even if you just wander around there, you'll definitely have a place among the elite hunters. By then, you'll have wealth, status, and everything else. Maybe when I see you again, I'll have to call you Lord Chen Yan."

Chen Yan took the meat she had cut; each piece was his favorite ratio of seven parts lean to three parts fat. He ate it voraciously, answering her indistinctly.

"What's so great about elite hunters? Aren't there beautiful female bosses there who can protect me?"

Naomi turned her head back, leaving only one sentence—

"The money that Flower Cat owes me is all yours."

Chapter 245 Lift my white veil and let me see your face!

Flower Cat stepped into the mud, staggered, and couldn't dodge in time. It was blasted away by the Miasma Vaal Hazak's breath attack, rolling far away before finally stopping under a crooked tree.

Chen Yan climbed a tree to dodge the sweeping claws, turned his head to look at the flower cat with a distorted expression, and asked curiously.

"Meow, what does it taste like?"

The cat twitched for a while before letting out a huge sneeze. It stuffed a nut into its mouth while giving a mumbled reply.

"It stinks!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yan's eyes lit up. He leaped down from under the tree and jumped straight towards the still-open mouth of the Misty Corpse Dragon.

The fragrant dragon was used to the smell, and when he encountered a smelly dragon, he insisted on smelling it.

The Miasma Corpse Dragon was quite accommodating. Seeing that Chen Yan's angle and position were perfect, it deflated its spores and exhaled a mouthful of gray-white, powdery miasma, which Chen Yan thoroughly enjoyed.

Chen Yan flew backwards, feeling "satisfied," and landed dizzy and tumbling repeatedly before finally stopping under the crooked tree that Hua Miao had bumped into.

The cat, shaking off the spores on its body, saw Chen Yan deliberately making trouble for no reason and, as if it were nothing new, gave him an expression that said, "I know he's a pervert, but my perception of perversion has been refreshed once again."

It sighed, meowed, and rushed forward to attract the attention of the Miasma Vaal Hazak.

Chen Yan almost coughed up his trachea. His lungs hurt terribly. If he wasn't growing muscles, he must be being violently parasitized by spores.

He swallowed the fruit whole, and the pain in his body quickly subsided. He coughed up a few wads of gas and soon stood up.

That's why they say the Cancel Fruit is the ancestor of the Vaal Hazak lineage—it just really works...

He patted the spores out of his hair, his expression becoming more serious.

Having smelled both the good and the bad, it's time to start completing the commission.

A glittering, golden task ball flickered in my head, and details of a long-lost Elder Dragon-level monster quest surfaced.

[The Void Hazak has issued a quest: Lift my white veil and let me see your face!]

Whoever can lift my wedding veil and peel off my spore-like wedding gown, I will repay them with my body, or serve them like a slave...

[Compensation for the commission: Offering oneself as a servant/The lifeblood of the Corpse Hazak/Bride's Threads/Spore Mother Sac/Star Absorbing Technique/Miasma Sensing/Strong Acid Resistance/Super Strong Stomach Juice/Strong Immune System/Immense Strength]

The rewards were truly generous, practically covering all the characteristics of the Miasma Vaal Hazak, but unfortunately, Chen Yan didn't find many of them appealing.

He was only slightly concerned about the offer of "offering himself in return," but looking at the later offer of "serving as a slave," it was clear that this was a reward with implicit requirements.

Thinking haphazardly, and seeing how difficult it was for the Flower Cat to dodge among the spores, Chen Yan rushed to the side of the Misty Corpse Dragon in a few steps.

His knife skills were swift and his angles were tricky. He cut along the gaps in the spore growth, and after the tip of the knife went in shallowly, he flicked it up and cut down along the lines that spread out of the sporangium. A large, sticky, shriveled sporangium was easily shaved off by him.

Looking again at the silvery-white scales of the Miasma Vaal Hazak after the sporangiums have detached, there isn't even a scratch.

"The first fragment of the spore wedding gown has been successfully peeled off!"

The Miasma Vaal Hazak, who was pawing at the Flower Cat, suddenly felt a chill on its side. It couldn't help but turn its head and see that its "pure white wedding dress" had been sliced ​​off in several pieces by Chen Yan with a few strokes.

The Miasma Corpse Dragon narrowed its eyes, hidden beneath a filthy, sticky, broken white veil, and upon seeing Chen Yan's face, it flew into a rage.

You short, ugly thing with no tail, dare to take off my wedding dress? Just wait until I kick you out!

With a roar, the Miasma Corpse Hare burst open, spewing out an enormous amount of miasma from its countless spore sacs.

No matter how strong the sun and wind were outside, they couldn't penetrate or shine into this incredibly dark and damp corner of the ancient tree forest. Chen Yan and Hua Miao were inevitably surrounded by spore miasma.

Compared to the miasma of the original Vaal Hazak, the miasma amplified by spores is much more aggressive and toxic. Chen Yan and Hua Miao were surrounded by the miasma from every angle, and felt as if every inch of their skin was being pricked by cold, fine needles, making them feel indescribably uncomfortable.

What made it even more painful for the human and the cat was that not only did the miasma receive amplification from the spores, but the activity of the spores was also greatly enhanced by the miasma's nourishment.

Chen Yan, who was frequently tortured by Sakura's Fire Dragon "Burning Flame" and Chameleon's "Venomous Poison", was fortunate; his immunity was exceptionally strong.

Meanwhile, the lazy, chubby cat, whose life motto was to eat while lying down rather than sitting, and to eat while sitting rather than standing, had already started screaming in agony.

In the folds of its fat belly, in the gaps between its short, thick claws, in the furry grooves of its tail... in these "dark" corners of its body, mold grew that made it extremely itchy.

What it found even more unbearable was that a tuft of white fur had sprouted from its wet nose.