Monster Hunter: Wild Pointer

The village was very small. Even if they ran from one end of the village to the other, it would only take about ten to twenty seconds. They soon arrived at the shelter located in the townhouse.

The basement here also has a sturdy iron flap door, and is also sprinkled with monster feces. It seems that the people in this village are quite experienced in taking refuge?

The female village chief knocked on the flap door. After the person inside opened the door, she hurriedly confirmed the number of people. After learning that there was no one missing, she breathed a sigh of relief.

After repeatedly warning the people inside to endure for a few more days and not come out, she followed Orlan to the last refuge, which was the hunter's cabin.

The hut is less than 20 square meters, and the basement space is even smaller. According to the village chief's introduction on the way, a young couple and a brother and sister should be hiding here. The brother and sister are the children of the hunter stationed in the village.

The female village chief had just knocked on the door of the basement of the hunter's cabin when the flap door was pushed open with force and the village chief was almost hit.

"Brother!" the girl who stuck her head out shouted in surprise.

But when she saw who was standing outside the basement door, her expression became visibly disappointed.

"Arti! Your brother ran away?" the female village chief asked anxiously.

The girl seemed a little dazed and did not answer immediately.

Another young man who looked to be in his twenties showed himself and said with a tired look on his face, "Archie ran away early this morning."

"Why didn't you stop him!" the female village chief was furious.

The man pointed to the bruises on his face with a wry smile. Beside him, the young woman who should be his wife said helplessly, "If that guy gets angry, there's nothing we can do to stop him.

If we hadn't held Artie back, the kid would have gotten out too."

Ao Lang stood silently by the side, his expression becoming strange under the mask.

It was obvious that the boy called Archie knocked down the young man who tried to stop him and ran away forcefully.

The female village chief stamped her feet, but could not blame them for anything.

After thinking for a while, she pulled the little girl up, told the young couple again to "continue hiding and wait for rescue", and then hurriedly left.

She was worried that the girl named Artie would also slip away, so she took her to the shelter with the most people so that everyone could keep an eye on her.

After stuffing the girl into the shelter of the big house, the village chief rubbed her palms and said to Orlan with an uneasy look on her face, "Hunter, I'm very sorry. This request may be difficult for you, but if there is a chance, can you...can you please help me bring the child back?"

Aolan was silent for a moment, and did not take on too much responsibility. He simply replied, "I'll try my best."

"Hey, hey." The female village chief responded twice in succession, "Aqi is over sixteen years old. He said he wants to be a hunter. His father usually teaches him and takes him to exercise, so he is much stronger than other children.

That kid is always in the woods picking mushrooms and other mountain products. He's very familiar with the area and is good at climbing trees. He shouldn't be in any trouble. If you see him, just tell him, just say..."

At this point, the village chief gritted her teeth, clearly furious. "Just say that Artie is seriously ill, and that the kid loves his sister and will come back!"

"Okay." Orlan nodded.

The situation was better than he thought.

A teenager who is sixteen or seventeen years old, has received hunter training, and grew up in the mountains should have a certain ability to protect himself.

Being familiar with the terrain and being good at climbing trees are also key. As long as you don't have bad luck and run into a hungry large monster, or don't chase the shadow spider into its lair, your chances of survival are actually quite good.

In this mission, hunting is secondary, and protecting the villagers is the top priority.

Whether there are shadow spiders nesting nearby or whether there are one or two shadow spiders is not the key point.

As long as I can protect the villagers and wait for the supporting hunters to arrive, it doesn't matter even if a war doesn't start. Miss Noah has promised me that she will not deduct any penalty for breach of contract and will not keep a record of the mission failure.

The top priority now is to find that brat, and then decide whether to continue hunting or defend the village and wait for support depending on the situation.

"Are there any items that the young man uses daily? Preferably something close to his body." Ao Lang asked.

"Yes, there should be. Please wait a moment, I will go ask Ati." The female village chief hurried into the basement. Soon, she came back with a small knife in her hand that was shining with cold light. It was obviously a small knife used for peeling that was carefully maintained daily.

"Artie said this was something her brother left for her to protect herself before he ran away. Does this look okay to you?"

"." Orlan was silent.

Okay, the probability of survival plummets.

Whether it is a training camp or traditional master-apprentice teaching, as long as the instructors are sane, they will not provide real hunter weapons to young apprentices.

Whether they can use it is one thing, but rebellious boys and girls always disdain to abide by the rules. Who knows what stupid things they will do if they are allowed to hold weapons?

Two naughty kids are fighting each other with the novice weapons provided by the instructor, and accidentally lose a few fingers or something. Do you want An Ye to come to your house or not?

But it is not realistic to completely prohibit apprentices from carrying any weapons.

After all, hunter is not an ordinary profession. The martial spirit that is like a raging fire cannot burn too strongly, otherwise serious accidents will occur, but it cannot be suppressed too harshly either. A group of well-behaved and quiet children cannot become hunters.

Therefore, the peeling knife, which can only be called a "knife" for hunters, but is more like a dagger or a hatchet in the hands of ordinary people, is the only substitute.

For apprentices, the flaying knife is arguably the only weapon they are truly allowed to possess.

Imagine this: the instructor solemnly hands you an exquisite, sharp, and supposedly indestructible dagger—I mean, a peeling knife—and tells you seriously that this knife will accompany you throughout your hunting career, cutting open the chests of countless monsters.

Not to mention that changing the knife will be like playing once you become a hunter, just think about the moment when you receive the knife from the instructor. How excited would you be?

Many apprentices sleep with their knives tucked into their pockets.

So the question is, what is a hot-blooded sixteen-year-old boy going to do when he rushes out of the shelter despite his family's objections and even knocks down his neighbors?

What else could make him rush into the dense forest without even taking his most precious and only weapon, the knife?

There is no need to ask, that guy must have taken his father's weapon. As for what he was going to do with the hunter's weapon, there is naturally no need to guess.

If I'm lucky enough, I might be able to find that guy near the Shadow Spider's lair.

If I had been a little unlucky, it would have been almost completely digested.

Why was he so confident that he could guess what the boy was thinking?

Everyone has gone through this age. He seemed to have done something similar a few years ago, like stealing Teacher Huali's double swords and chasing after her. That was the worst beating he received in his life.

Collecting his thoughts, Aolan handed the knife to Seabuckthorn and let it smell it.

Seabuckthorn glanced at him and muttered, "I'm not a dog," but still tried hard to remember the smell.

"Let everyone hide and don't let anyone run away." After returning the knife to the village chief, Aolan walked to the door with Seabuckthorn.

"As for the child, it all depends on luck. Don't hold out too much hope."

Chapter 173 Foul Language

A man and a cat were walking on the deserted village road.

"Boss, do you think the guy named Aqi is still alive?" Seabuckthorn asked as he walked.

"I'm not optimistic." There was no need to hide anything in front of Seabuckthorn. Orlan lifted his visor to breathe. "If he dares to step in front of Shadow Spider, he's basically dead."

"Meow"

"Don't overthink it. Let's just follow the scent. Whether we find someone alive or just some residual traces of blood, we have to give an explanation."

"Got it, meow."

In just a few words, they had arrived at the village entrance.

The wooden stake wall and gate at the entrance of the village were naturally closed, but this did not pose a problem for them. The hunter and Elu climbed up the wall in a few seconds and flipped over.

After jumping to the ground, Orlan glanced around and found more footprints.

The young man also climbed over the wall.

Seabuckthorn leaned forward and sniffed twice, then nodded to Orlan, "It's that guy's scent, meow. It's not very clear, but I can barely make it out, meow."

Aolan looked up at the gloomy sky and said, "It's going to rain soon. Let's hurry. If the rain washes away the scent traces, it will be difficult to find."

The man and the cat quickened their pace.

The ground is covered with thick fallen leaves and branches, and underneath is fertile and soft humus soil. Coupled with abundant rainfall, the plants in this large dense forest are incredibly lush.

It is very difficult for ordinary people from outside to walk normally in this dense forest. If it were Orlang who had just left the desert more than a year ago, he would probably have stumbled.

He had encountered similar embarrassments countless times during this year, and Muti was not good at teaching, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and stare at Muti's movements and learn them.

Fortunately, he gradually made up for his shortcomings. Now he is certainly not a "jungle expert" or anything like that, but at least he is no longer the clumsy person who could not even walk fast.

"Wait a minute." Noticing something, Orlan slowed down his pace and called out to Seabuckthorn who was running in front.

He came to a big tree with some traces of human activity on its trunk.

Orlan walked in and took a look, and found that it was a mark left by a hunter, indicating the direction of the monster's lair and words warning of danger.

It should have been left by Aqi's father, the only hunter stationed in the mountain village.

His purpose of leaving these behind was obviously to provide information to the hunters who came later, but looking at the footprints wandering under the big tree, Orlan knew that the boy named Aqi had also seen these.

The hunter probably never thought that the message he left for other hunters would be read by his own boy and lead him all the way to the monster's lair.

If you put yourself in the father’s perspective, your blood pressure will immediately rise.

Orlan and Seabuckthorn continued to move forward. They slowed down their pace and no longer ran like before. Instead, they walked while carefully paying attention to the movements around them.

The sky had completely darkened, and the deep forest, which was already dim due to the dense branches and leaves, became even darker. The low pressure before the rain had caused the fireflies commonly seen in the forest to disappear.

Olang lit the portable lamp hanging from his waist.

The light from the oil lamp illuminated the space of several meters around. As for the farther distance, the hazy shadows of the forest that the firelight could not reach gave people a terrifying sense of danger as if a bloody mouth might burst out at any time.

The crucial role of hunting cats is reflected at this time.

In this environment, Elu's night vision and keen hearing can provide a warning to the hunter, and even if a monster really attacks secretly, it can buy the hunter one or two seconds to react.

They followed the smell, footprints, and occasional signs, moving forward cautiously step by step.

Deep in the dense forest, the young man swallowed his saliva as he looked at the dark cave in front of him.

The dim moonlight could not penetrate, and the hole without a trace of light was like a passage leading directly to hell. Considering that there was a monster's lair inside, it seemed no different from the real hell.

He ran out of the village in the morning not because he was impulsive, nor did he intend to fight a monster called Shadow Spider.

But he had to rescue his father.

Since childhood, his father often scared him and his sister with the story of the Shadow Spider.

It is said that there is a monster called shadow spider in the dense forest. It comes and goes silently. It does not bite its prey to death directly. Instead, it injects a sleeping venom into the prey's body, causing the prey to fall into a deep coma. Then it drags the prey back to its nest and hangs it with spider silk.

Then they lay eggs inside the body of their prey. When the spiderlings hatch, they feed on the flesh and blood of the prey, growing slowly until they break out of the body.

During this process, the prey is always alive and even regains consciousness, but is unable to move.

These horrific "bedtime stories" became a shadow in my and my sister's childhood. For a long time, I didn't dare to run into the woods, and my sister hid at home before dawn and didn't dare to go out at all.

It wasn't until I grew up that I realized this might be my father's purpose.

After I decided to become a hunter and began to receive training from my father, my father would also tell me about hunting.

At that time, his father told him that the missing livestock and the body of the poor shepherd were not found in the forest. It was very likely that the shadow spiders anesthetized them and dragged them back to their nest in order to feed their offspring.

In other words, the shepherd might still be alive.

This is also why my father did not choose to stay in the relatively safe village, but took the risk to leave and find the shadow spider's nest.

But my father didn't come back

Even for the sake of his crying sister, he had to bring his father back.

Of course, he also knew that he would definitely not be a match for a monster that even his father, a three-star hunter, couldn't deal with.

So he thought of a way.

He spent the entire day preparing.

He caught a mushroom pig, tied its mouth, and hung it on a big tree about one or two kilometers away from the nest.

Remembering his father's words that shadow spiders were light-hating monsters, he decided to start the operation in the evening.

As night was falling, he cut a bleeding wound on the poor mushroom pig, then untied its bound mouth, letting it howl and struggle, and spilled some animal blood along the way on the way here.

The spreading smell of blood and the dripping blood should be able to attract the shadow spider out of the nest. When the monster returns between the baits, he can take the opportunity to sneak into the nest and rescue people.

If it goes well, no, it will definitely go well!

The double swords in his hands, "Monster Bird Ears" made of giant monster bird materials, gave him some confidence.

With mud smeared on his body to cover up the smell, the boy hiding in the bushes stared at the cave entrance, waiting for the critical moment.

“Ka-ka-ka—”

A strange sound of something sharp scraping against the rocks came from deep in the cave. The boy held his breath and tightened his camouflage clothes made of moss and bark.

As if it were a terrifying monster that only appears in nightmares, it stepped out from the depths of the cave, crawled rapidly under the boy's surprised gaze, and disappeared into the shadows of the dense forest.