Monster Hunter: Wild Pointer

It's easy to kill this strange-faced creature, just one sword strike.

But the Qimian tribe has a strong sense of community. Killing one of them is likely to attract a group of them. They are not here to attack the Qimian tribe, so they don't feel it is necessary to cause trouble for themselves.

Is there any way to calm this little thing down?

etc.

Orlan suddenly recalled that Senior Francesca seemed to have taught them some methods to deal with the Strange-Faced Tribe, so he decided to give it a try.

Before the strange-faced creature rushed forward with a strange cry, Orlan suddenly pulled out the cold chopping knife behind him, and at the same time activated the demon-humanization to strengthen his body functions, and with a backhanded sword he chopped down a small tree next to him that was nearly 20 centimeters thick.

The serrated blade easily tore through the bark and wood, cutting the small tree in half with one stroke. Water mist and white frost erupted, covering the cut surface of the tree with a layer of frost.

With the sound of branches and leaves rubbing against each other, the upper half of the small tree fell in front of the strange-faced creature, scaring it so much that it jumped back.

The originally violent orcs suddenly became quiet.

Chapter 258 A Belated Return

"That's better. Why are you so aggressive?" Looking at the quieted-down Qimian tribe, Aolan smiled.

——The strange-faced people are irritable and aggressive. If you don’t understand their language, it is quite difficult to communicate with them. However, precisely because they have high IQs, deterrence by force may be a good method, especially when they are alone.

This method was taught to them by Senior Francesca. This was the first time they tried it, and it really worked.

As expected of that senior.

Reducing the desire to attack is the prerequisite for establishing communication. Next, it is time to use the second trick taught to them by their predecessors - barter transactions.

According to the predecessors, the Qimian people are not interested in money, and food is the real currency.

But the problem was that most of their food supplies were lost when the airship crashed, otherwise he wouldn't have taken the time to look for food during his rest period.

You can't give the other person the mushrooms you just picked a few minutes ago, right?

The rotten wood covered with mushrooms was less than two meters away from them. It seemed too insincere to trade with mushrooms.

Is there something that may be valuable in the eyes of others but dispensable to you?

Orlan thought for a few seconds and took out an empty glass bottle of recovery medicine.

He had drunk the potion inside earlier and didn't throw the bottle away because he was a well-mannered person.

This transparent and shiny bottle should be considered a valuable item for the Qimian people who are still in the primitive tribal period?

He took half a step forward, while the strange-faced man, holding the rusty sword in both hands, took two steps back with strange cries, obviously still in a state of stress.

Orlan put away his weapon, raised his hands high, and showed his palms to the other party, indicating that he had no weapons in his hands. Only then did the strange-faced creature calm down a little.

Orlan came to a few meters in front of it, bent down, put the empty glass bottle on the ground, and then stepped back.

The strange-faced creature understood what he meant, but still refused to let down its guard. Its small eyes stared at him through the gap in the mask.

After a long while, he looked carefully at every step, walked forward carefully, and picked up the empty bottle.

Aolan squatted down and observed the movements of the strange-faced people with interest.

I saw it holding the glass bottle, looking back and forth, with its eyes pressed against the bottom of the glass bottle, looking around like it was holding a telescope, screaming in surprise.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!!"

Looking at the other person's happy expression, Orlan knew that the other person should be quite satisfied with the gift.

Sure enough, the strange-faced creature carefully stuffed the empty glass bottle into the backpack behind him made of a hollowed-out large nut, and also put away the rusty sword.

After accepting the gift, it no longer had any hostility or fear towards the hunter.

He jumped up to the hunter and looked at the "giant" in front of him curiously.

Orlan was looking forward to its return gift. According to Senior Francesca, the trading habit of the Qimian people was barter.

Receive one thing, return one thing.

Just like hunters can give freely, the strange-faced people can also return freely. You may use a piece of pure crystal to exchange for a dried mushroom, or you may use a piece of food to exchange for a precious dragon jade.

It all depends on luck.

At that time, I also asked Senior Francesca that if I was not satisfied with the things the Qimian tribe traded to me, could I kill the Qimian tribe and search its pockets myself?

The senior looked at me as if I were a bug.

Of course, that was just a joke. Besides, what he gave away was just a worthless empty bottle. Even if the other party gave him a small stone in return, he would not feel dissatisfied.

After taking a few glances at the "giant", the strange-faced creature began to search its pockets.

Then, its movements froze, and it turned its head to take off the nut basket on its back and tipped it upside down.

However, apart from the empty bottle that had just been stuffed in, there was nothing in the backpack.

Aolang and the Qimian tribe fell silent.

After hesitating for a moment, the strange-faced creature picked up the empty glass bottle that it liked very much and tremblingly tried to return it to Orlan.

Aolan pushed the bottle back, feeling both amused and helpless. "Never mind, forget it. I was going to throw it away anyway, so I'll just consider it a gift to you."

The strange-faced people, who roughly understood what he meant, looked at him in disbelief.

Aolan waved his hand and stood up to indicate that everything was fine.

The strange-faced tribe hesitated for a moment, but it finally put away the empty glass bottle. After looking at Orlan deeply, it ducked into the bushes and disappeared.

"Quite an interesting little thing." Aolan muttered to himself, "No wonder the senior thinks so highly of the Qimian tribe."

The little encounter in the dense forest did not change anything. Orlando picked a few mushrooms and then continued forward along the animal trail.

Perhaps it was his previous "generosity" that brought him good luck, but after taking only a few steps forward, Orlan ran head-on into a fat mushroom pig.

This mushroom pig has probably never encountered humans before and doesn't understand the dangers of these bipedal creatures.

Seeing the hunter, he did not dodge or avoid, but just walked past the hunter and went to the rotten wood where the latter had picked mushrooms before.

“.Thank you for the gift of nature.”

Olang drew out his peeling knife and followed, muttering to himself.

"Hmph!" After a burst of miserable howls, the dense forest became quiet again.

When they returned to their companions with the prey, Seabuckthorn and Eric were arguing. The content of the argument between the man and the cat was predictable. Eric simply wanted to take a walk around the area, but Seabuckthorn refused.

"Okay, Eric, behave yourself."

After scolding him, Aolan put down the cloth bag containing mushrooms and said, "There is a stream a few hundred meters away from here. The bank is relatively flat and suitable for camping.

It's getting dark, so we'll set up camp over there and light a bonfire so that Master Xianglan can find us when she returns."

Baring his teeth and breathing at Eric, Seabuckthorn jumped onto the cart and stepped hard on the pedals.

Orlan put the body of the mushroom pig on a cart, then called Eric to help push the cart. After some effort, the two of them and the cat arrived at the stream and set up camp.

The task of gutting, peeling, washing and cutting the mushroom pig was given to Eric.

This guy looks weak and incompetent, but he is surprisingly skilled at doing this kind of butcher's work. It must be because he dissects many kinds of creatures in his daily life, so he feels quite at ease.

Aolang let Seabuckthorn, who was tired after a day, continue to rest and quickly lit a bonfire.

He had no idea where his kitchen utensils were, so he couldn't make any complicated dishes right now, but it was not difficult for him to simply roast the meat.

Xianglan returned before the sun set.

It landed on the pebbles beside the stream and folded up the kite. "There aren't any dangerous monsters nearby, meow. But be careful, if we continue along the planned route, we'll pass through the territory of a dragon-slayer, meow. We'd better take a detour tomorrow, meow."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Lord Xianglan." Aolan handed Xianglan a branch with small pieces of grilled meat and mushrooms on it.

"You're so thoughtful, meow." Xianglan licked it carefully, then blew on it vigorously when she realized it was too hot. "I'm almost sick of all the grilled meat and mushrooms, meow. How long will it take before we can get back to the city, meow?"

Aolan took out the map and checked it. "At the current rate, it will probably take another four to five days."

"Meow, we are so far away from the city, meow." Xianglan took a bite of the barbecue and licked her paws.

Eric, who hadn't gotten the chance to explore, looked rather unhappy. He poked the campfire in front of him and said, "If this continues, all that information about the distribution of large monsters we had so much trouble finding will be outdated."

"I got this information through reconnaissance. I don't even feel sorry for you, so why should I?" Xianglan glanced at him. "Weren't you slacking off on the airship before?"

Hearing Xianglan talk about this, Aolang couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Now all I can say is that fortunately we flew very slowly before in order to expand the reconnaissance range, and we were only about 400 to 500 kilometers away from Metabetat.

If we fly directly to the northwest of the jungle, it would probably take almost a month to walk back."

"Ugh--"

The two people and the two cats sighed in unison, and no one was in the mood to chat anymore.

Seabuckthorn was repairing his broken cart, Eric was checking the map and sorting out some information, and Xianglan went to bed early.

Aolanze cut the raw meat that could not be eaten all at once into small strips and slowly smoked and dried it into jerky.

After working until late at night, Ao Lang looked up at the crescent moon hanging high in the sky, packed all the dried meat with a waterproof oilcloth, and was about to go to take a break after his shift.

There was a rustling sound coming from the bushes near the temporary camp.

Aurang frowned and picked up the weapon beside him.

Then, a familiar little figure jumped out from the bushes.

It was the strange-faced creature I met this morning.

“Gah!”

It waved its little hands, said hello to Orlan, put something it was carrying on the ground, and then went back into the bushes and disappeared.

Aolan walked over puzzled and picked up the thing left by the Qimian tribe.

Was it a filmy substance? At first, he thought it was some kind of animal hide, but when he touched it, he found that it was much thinner than leather, more like the wings of a large insect like a giant bee.

The overall shape is not very complete, it should be a torn piece.

The film is very bright in color. Even under the dim night sky, it still appears orange-red like the sunset and faintly reflects the brilliance of stars.

Chapter 259 Approaching

Although Orlan was curious, he thought it was not a big deal to identify the return gift from the Strange-Faced Tribe, so he did not wake up Eric specifically for this purpose.

After carefully putting away the film, Ao Lang took over with Xianglan, who went to bed early. He found a flat ground to lie down, covered himself with a blanket and fell into a deep sleep.

Perhaps because his injuries were basically healed and the pain was gradually fading, Orlan slept quite well that night.

When I woke up, it was already bright.

Eric prepared breakfast, which was actually just reheating the leftover barbecue from yesterday over the campfire. It was not delicious, but at least it filled his stomach and provided calories.

After eating and drinking their fill, and filling their water bags from the nearby stream, Orlan kicked out the campfire. Seabuckthorn and Eric worked together to tighten the straps on the cart, and the group prepared to start today's journey.

Before leaving, Orlan waved to Eric and said, "Come here, I'll show you something."

Eric, who was consciously preparing to hang a rope on himself, threw the rope in his hand and ran over here when he heard this. The curious Elu also came over.

Orlan took out the film sent by the Qimian tribe and briefly explained what happened yesterday.

"This is the return gift for the empty bottle. Can anyone recognize what it is?" Orlan looked at his companions who were staring blankly at the film in his hand.

This question was asked to both Eric and Xianglan.

As a scholar, the former must have a much richer reserve of biological knowledge than himself, and Lord Xianglan is also knowledgeable and may have seen this thing before.

"It's a strange thing." Xianglan touched it with her paw pad, then sniffed it twice. "I've never seen a cat like this before, but it's a pretty cat.

If you don’t want it, I’m going to make a scarf out of it.”

Eric had already taken out his magnifying glass and observed it closely for a while. "Let's rule out leather, fascia, and various connective tissues."

As he spoke, he stretched out his finger and carefully twisted the edge of the film, then looked at his fingertips, "There is still scale powder on it, and those tiny dots of light are the reflections of the scale powder.

If I'm not mistaken, it should be part of the wing of some large insect?

Have you ever seen a hunting bug? The kind the bug-stick masters use.

Aolan nodded in understanding. "Of course, if you put it that way, the texture is indeed very similar to that of a hunting insect's wings."

"Well, there are many types of hunting insects, and some have wings that are this bright orange-red." Eric's fingers were still touching.

"If I'm not mistaken, the Qimian tribe probably found a dead wild hunting insect and cut off this wing membrane from the insect corpse.

But" Eric seemed hesitant again.

"what happened?"