Monster Hunter: Wild Pointer

Well, that's easier said than done.

He admitted that even if it were him, when facing a monster "within the scope of his ability" like the female fire dragon, it would be unlikely for him to resist the urge to ascend the dragon after entering the red blade state, and slowly grind the opponent with red blade slash and air blade slash throughout the whole process.

But this did not prevent him from pointing fingers from the perspective of an observer.

Let Yuwan lift Muti's head up a little, Aolan pinched Muti's cheeks, opened her mouth, and poured a bottle of recovery medicine G into it.

Yuwan, who was holding her head, complained softly, "I should write a letter to your family to tell them about your feat of stopping the dragon chariot with a charge, wrestling with the dragon's mouth, exchanging blows with the dragon cannon at a close range, and quickly killing the female fire dragon in one go, meow."

Muti, who was still dizzy a second ago, suddenly widened his eyes and subconsciously wanted to stand up and shout "No!", but the medicine poured into his throat choked into his trachea and sprayed all over Orlan's face with a "Puha!"

After returning to Metabetat and sending Muti to the doctor for a checkup, and confirming that he was not seriously injured and just needed to rest for two days, Orlan and the others finally felt relieved.

They stripped back a lot of materials from the female fire dragon. Since it was killed quickly, the female fire dragon had almost no wounds on its body except for its head which was blown to pieces. Therefore, the quantity and quality of the materials they retrieved were quite good. It was a pity that they didn't strip back rare materials like ruby.

Muti had no need for female fire dragon materials. Although the old craftsman had recommended a female fire dragon gunpowder to her, it was a gunpowder that focused on artillery fire and did not suit her combat style, so there was no need to forge it.

Aolang placed an order to create a "Flying Dragon Sword [Cui]", a very classic poison-attribute sword.

Since it was not a rare weapon that was difficult to craft, there was no need to hire an experienced craftsman, so the workshop owner happily took over.

However, the large shield on Muti's side was slightly damaged, and the old craftsman was glaring at it when he saw it being repaired.

It's not that I'm angry about Muti's violent use. As a defensive barrier, the only requirement for a shield is that it is strong enough, so it's acceptable to use it roughly.

He just felt embarrassed.

This old man forged a shield with his own hands using dragon-slaying materials, and it broke the first time I used it, while hunting a female fire dragon?!

Wouldn't it ruin my reputation if this gets out?

Faced with the strange looks of his son and grandson, "Grandpa, can you do it or not?", the old craftsman who had originally planned to rest for a while came out again, vowing to perfectly repair and strengthen the shield.

After checking injuries, rebandaging, ordering new weapons, and repairing shields, Orlan and Muti completed a series of tasks and returned to the meeting place, completing the mission.

Next, they planned to rest for a few days, mainly because Muti's injuries needed time to recover, and it would also take some time to repair her shield.

Muti dragged Orlan to the tavern area and ordered a table full of meat. For her, this was the best way to speed up her recovery.

After simply filling his stomach, Orlan returned to his room alone, saying that he wanted to rest early.

He first took out his memo notebook and wrote down the questions that had arisen from his recent reading of the swordsmanship book.

Then he took out a piece of letter paper, dipped his quill pen in ink, and began to write.

[Teacher Amos:

Thousands of miles away, the students bowed their heads.

While practicing swordsmanship, I have a few questions.]

After clearly listing the swordsmanship problems summarized during this period, Orlan hesitated for half a second and continued writing.

[And Muti has been restless lately.]

Chapter 301: Incarceration (?)

He didn't realize that he was being backstabbed by his good brother.

After two days of recuperation, Muti, whose broken arm and internal organ injuries had completely healed, came to the workshop excitedly and took back the large shield he had repaired.

According to the old craftsman, the main body of the shield was not damaged. He replaced the cracked dragon-slaying armor shell and, at his own expense, used high-quality armor jade and some techniques that Muti did not understand to further strengthen it.

"Now the strength of this shield has been taken to a higher level. Even the dragon-strike cannon can't cause any damage to it!" The old craftsman vowed.

In order to regain his dignity as a craftsman, he really spent a lot of money this time. He spent all the labor fees collected from making this gun rifle back without leaving a penny, and even paid a lot more.

Of course, Muti believed in the old craftsman. Just as he was about to take the shield, which was several kilograms heavier, from the shelf, Seabuckthorn, who followed them, poked his head out.

It looked at the shield in Muti's hand, and then at the dragon-slaying lance folded behind Muti.

"Can it really resist dragon cannons, meow?" Seabuckthorn tucked his paws into his pockets, "It's not that I don't believe it, meow, I'm just a little curious, meow.

After all, the power of a Dragon Cannon at close range is astonishing, meow. Being able to withstand a Dragon Cannon without taking damage is that literal, or is it an exaggerated metaphor to express its durability, meow?"

Ao Lang quickly carried Seabuckthorn behind him, and said to the old craftsman with a dry laugh, "Don't worry about it, this guy has made his brain stupid from rubbing the machine."

The old craftsman slammed the hammer in his hand repeatedly. "If I say it can withstand it, then it definitely can withstand it! Bring the bracket over here, and I'll fire it for you to see!"

"No, no." Muti waved his hands repeatedly, "I can already feel its solidity!"

"Yes, father, the bombardment power of the Dragon Slaying Gun Lance is amazing. It would be bad if it was damaged again." The workshop owner also persuaded.

But the old craftsman, whose dignity had just been damaged, could not bear to hear this. He slammed the anvil hard and said, "If I say it's okay, then it must be okay!

Just treat it as a factory inspection! If it's damaged even a little bit, I'll use the materials myself to strengthen it further! Until it's as immovable as a mountain in front of the Dragon Strike Cannon!"

The old craftsman's grandson, Alman, asked doubtfully, "Didn't you say that this shield has already been strengthened to its maximum strength, and that any further strengthening would only be done on the gunpowder?"

The workshop owner glared at his dull son in dissatisfaction. "Foolish! As long as we obtain the materials for a more powerful dragon-slayer, we can naturally make further progress."

Yarman scratched his head. "So we still have to find a ferocious dragon-slaying beast?"

The old craftsman held his chest and breathed heavily like a bellows, which scared the crowd so much that they kept trying to comfort him. It took a lot of effort to calm the old man down.

The old craftsman, who had calmed down a little, finally gave up the idea of ​​using the dragon-strike cannon to bombard the shield. After all, this was the customer's equipment, and he couldn't just test it whenever he wanted.

In order to show his confidence, he also threw out the guarantee of "lifetime free maintenance" before turning away angrily.

Orlan breathed a sigh of relief.

Given the old man's stubborn and face-conscious nature, even a tiny crack in the shield would be like dragging his face down and stepping on it.

But if the shield doesn't move at all, it will also be embarrassing. He made the dragon-slaying lance himself. If the shield is fine, then is there a problem with the power of your dragon-slaying cannon?

I'll make things difficult for the old man later.

Pulling Seabuckthorn's cheeks, pulling them back and forth, "Stop saying such sarcastic things next time."

Seabuckthorn felt aggrieved, "That's not what I meant, meow. The principle of the dragon cannon is to imitate the breath of a fire dragon, meow.

If this shield can truly withstand the Dragon Bomb Cannon's bombardment without taking damage, then it should also be able to withstand most monsters' breath attacks. This will affect Muti's tactical options when facing similar attacks in the future.

"What Seabuckthorn said makes sense." Muti's expression turned serious, "I also want to find out how strong this shield is before my next hunt.

How about we find a place to fire a cannon and try it out? Anyway, the old man said it’s free warranty.”

Aolan covered his face with his hands and rubbed them, then sighed, "Forget it, whatever you want.

Muti's mobility was extraordinary. He headed straight out of the city as soon as he walked out of the workshop.

Yuwan naturally followed her unconditionally. Seabuckthorn also followed her out of curiosity. Ao Lang, who had no interest in this experiment, hesitated for a few seconds and followed.

He was worried that these guys would do something stupid if he was not around.

He could even imagine some scenes, such as Seabuckthorn Fish Ball holding muskets one after another, shouting to Muti who was holding a large shield in a defensive posture, "The Dragon Cannon is coming, meow!" or something like that.

It's a bit scary.

The two men and two cats walked out of the city gate along the main road. Since they had no plan to leave the city today, they were not equipped with full body heavy armor, and their only weapon was the dragon-slaying lance that they had just retrieved from the workshop.

However, monsters near the city are cleared out by hunters on a daily basis, and even harmless small animals such as elven deer are rarely seen. The residents of Metabetat also often come out to cut wood and pick mushrooms, so there is no need to worry about safety issues.

Muti found an open space and wanted to start the experiment, but Orlan quickly stopped him.

"Wait, this place is too close to the city. The roar will attract the city guards. It will be very troublesome if they catch us."

Muti scratched his head, "Then let's go further away?"

"Within five kilometers, probably. The ten kilometers around the city is a safe zone that the guild has repeatedly cleared. It should still be quite safe within five kilometers."

He is a man of great skill and courage. Although he is not equipped with armor or weapons, with only the small knife he carries for skinning, Orlan is confident that he can deal with ordinary one or two-star monsters.

Muti brought a dragon-slaying gunpowder, plus Yuwan who carried steel claws every day and Seabuckthorn who carried flash bombs and other hunting tools. Even if misfortune struck and they encountered large monsters like fire dragons, they were confident that they would escape unscathed.

After walking for four or five kilometers, we came to a hilly area with undulating terrain.

Standing on a hillside, gazing at the city in the distance, Orlan turned back to his companions, "We're almost far enough now. Seabuckthorn Fish Ball, do you smell any monsters or make any noises?"

The two Elu shook their heads in unison.

"Nothing, meow."

"This is a mature forest, very peaceful, meow."

"Very good, let's try it here." Orlan nodded with satisfaction.

"Okay!" Muti placed the shield flat on the ground.

This action made Aolan feel relieved.

I really worry too much. Even Muti wouldn't do such a stupid thing as holding up the shield himself and letting Elu bombard him with the dragon cannon.

But he still reminded her, "Be careful, don't get too close. You're not wearing armor, and the stones flying from the explosion can still scratch you."

"Don't worry~!"

Muti stood two or three meters away from the shield. At this distance, the power of the dragon-hitting cannon would actually be no different from a zero-distance bombardment.

"It's coming! Dragon Blast Cannon!"

“Rumble, rumble—!”

The roar of artillery fire shook the mountains and forests, and the shields lying flat on the ground were blown away due to lack of fixation.

Orlan released his hands from covering his ears, walked to the shield that had rolled to the side, squatted down, took a closer look, and touched the hot shield surface.

"How is it? How is it?" Muti ran over excitedly.

Ao Lang smiled and said, "Old man, you're right. The surface is a little blackened by the gunfire, but it will be fine after a rub. There's nothing wrong with the structure.

The back of the shield is also completely cool and provides excellent insulation.”

"That's amazing!" Muti exclaimed from the bottom of his heart. "Let's wait until the barrel cools down and fire another shot. If it's still fine, then I'll be completely relieved!"

Orlan shrugged, "Whatever."

There's a warranty anyway.

Muti loaded the bullets and fired a few shots. After a while, when the dragon-strike cannon had finished cooling down, there was another deafening roar.

The shield, carefully crafted by the master craftsman and specially reinforced, was indeed extremely strong. Muti pulled the corner of his clothes and wiped off the black dust on the shield.

It was found that apart from some minor scratches, it was almost unharmed.

"Are you satisfied now?" Aolan squinted at her. "Remember to thank the old man when you get back and let him feel at ease."

"Yeah! Hurry back and tell him the good news!"

Muti happily carried his musket and shield on his back. As the group was about to return, Yuwan suddenly started and showed his steel claws with a "swish".

"Who's there, meow!" Seabuckthorn's ears were shaking, and his uneasy eyes were fixed on a certain place.

Olangmuti looked over and saw two figures walking out from the deep shadows of the trees.

One of them was wearing pitch-black armor. He glanced at the two bewildered people and two cats in the forest. His gaze was as cold as if he was looking at prey waiting to be slaughtered.

The other man had a darker complexion and was wearing the famous Guild Knight suit. He lowered his iconic wide-brimmed hat and spoke in a serious tone:

"All of you, put down your weapons and come with us."

Chapter 302 Catching the Strong Man

Aolan glanced around, judging the identities of the two people in his mind.

One of them was obviously a guild knight, which could be confirmed from his equipment and the emblem he showed to himself and others to prove his identity.

As for the other person.

The famous Swift Dragon suit and Swift Dragon double swords are only one aspect. The most important thing is the opponent's eyes, the kind of terrifying eyes that look at people as if they are looking at prey.

He had been in the Fortress Guerrillas. As part of Rocklak's law enforcement agency, he was in charge of monster work. Although he had not directly participated in the arrest of serious criminals, he had seen those murderers and robbers in Rocklak's prison.

Although the man in front of him didn't look that crazy, he was almost 100% sure that this guy must have killed someone.

The legendary dark night, something bad happened

Under the vigilant gazes of the two men, Orlan removed the stripping from his waist with a knife and threw it on the ground. "We are not suspicious people. This is just an accident."

Then, he turned back to the still confused Muti and the others and said, "Put the weapons on the ground. They are from the guild. Do as they say."

Although he didn't fully understand what was happening, Muti still did as he was told. Then Yuwan also removed his steel claws, and the group was completely disarmed.

Seeing this, the dark-skinned guild knight relaxed a little, "We won't treat you as prisoners directly, but your unusual behavior in this highly guarded restricted area is suspicious.