Monster Hunter: Wild Pointer

Sail and Orlan turned to glare at him, but they also did not forget to coordinate and adjust their positions to stabilize their center of gravity. Finally, they pushed down the bow that had been lifted up by the high speed.

At the command of the horn, the small sand boats surrounding the Mineyama Maru accelerated forward and then dispersed in a fan shape.

Fengshan Maru gave the order to disperse the search. In order to successfully intercept Fengshanlong, the first step is naturally to find its trace first.

In this monsoon-swept, dusty environment, airships and hot air balloons have to take great risks to take off.

Moreover, the visibility in the air was extremely low at this time. If one wanted to find the mountain dragon hidden in the sandstorm, they still had to rely on these fast and flexible small sand boats and the fishing fleet following the group.

After being separated from the other ships in the fleet and traveling at high speed for a while, they could no longer see the other ships and the only sound in their ears was the howling of the wind.

Asa lowered the sails halfway to slow down the sand boat, and while moving forward in a zigzag pattern, he tried to keep the boat stable.

Aolang and the other man adjusted their goggles and face masks to protect their faces from the wind and sand, and through the wind and sand that made it impossible to open their eyes, they were alert to any abnormalities that might occur around them.

I don't know how much time has passed, maybe a quarter of an hour? Or maybe an hour.

Ao Lang even had some doubts as to whether the battle on the dragon-beating ship side had already begun, but their ship had lost its way in the sea of ​​sand and had not yet returned.

There was a muffled "bang" sound, and the ship shook. The sudden change scared the three people on the ship.

"What happened?" Sai Er asked subconsciously, "Did it hit a reef?"

"There are no such things as reefs in the sand sea." Asa muttered, "If we really hit a rock, the boat would have capsized long ago."

After a few seconds, another "bang" sound was heard.

Suddenly remembering something, Asa looked up and shouted hurriedly, "Hurry up and look around. Are there any schools of sandfish?"

Ao Lang took two steps to the side of the boat and saw a triangular fish fin more than one meter high sliding across the sand not far away.

Further away, in an area where the view is blurred by sand and dust, more fish fins can be vaguely seen wandering around.

"Shoals of sandfish! They're all around us, there's so many of them!"

"We've won! Quickly fire off the flares, and remember to fire off a few more to prevent the wind and sand from making it difficult for others to see!"

There was nervousness in Asa's tone, but more of excitement, "I'm going to turn around, hold still!"

As he spoke, he pulled hard on the sail rope and the rudder, and the small sand boat turned sharply and headed in the direction they came from.

While coordinating with the sand boat's turning, Orlan and Sail also fired flares one after another. They felt that one flare each was not safe enough, so after the flare in the air slowly fell, they each fired another one.

Soon, a flare of another color rose in the sky in the distance.

That was a signal from the Mineyama Maru, marking its own position while also summoning the scattered small sand boats to regroup.

After finishing all this, Sai Er finally had the chance to ask the question in his heart, "Although I have heard that schools of sand fish will follow the mountain dragons to chase the monsoon.

But is the relationship between the two really that close? Does discovering a school of sandfish mean discovering a mountain dragon? We haven't even seen the shadow of a mountain dragon."

He was very worried that if he and others gave out wrong information, it would have a serious impact on the subsequent blocking operation of the Saudi fleet.

Asa was busy steering the boat through the wind and sand and had no time to explain it to him in detail. In fact, even if he had the time, he might not be able to explain it clearly.

On the contrary, it was Olang, who had specifically consulted Mr. Lamarck about this issue, who understood it better, so he took the initiative to take over the conversation.

"It's a misunderstanding that sandfish arrive with the monsoon. In fact, only the mountain dragon follows the monsoon. As for why it does so, it is currently unknown.

As for the school of sand fish, the monsoon has no meaning to them. They are just chasing after the mountain dragon.

The Fengshan dragon roams in the sand sea, devouring minerals while its huge body also turns out organic matter hidden deep in the sand sea.

The sandfish are chasing these nutrients, which is why they are so plump when they arrive near Rocklake, because they are so full from chasing the mountain dragons all the way.

"So that's how it is. But why are there so many organic substances deposited at the bottom of the sand sea?" Saier's doubts were reduced a little, but at the same time, some new questions arose.

Aolan pondered, "Could it be because in ancient times, the desert was once an ocean? That's why monsters like sandfish, sand dragons, and snorkels all have some resemblance to aquatic animals."

However, there seems to be no consensus in the academic community on this point, and we can only say that it is the wonder of nature."

Before he finished speaking, the surrounding sand dunes began to rise and fall like real waves.

The next second, a pair of fangs that were so huge that they did not look like those of any living creature protruded from the bottom of the sand sea. Then, a huge shadow as big as a mountain rushed out of the sand sea, flipped over, and leaped into the air nearly 100 meters high.

Its body blocked out the sunlight, and in those brief seconds, people couldn't help but wonder if night had come.

“Rumble, rumble—!”

The moment the giant shadow fell back into the sea of ​​sand, the earth trembled violently, the sea of ​​sand boiled, and the dancing wind and sand seemed to be frightened at this moment and then stopped. The surging sand waves formed a terrifying tsunami, sweeping around.

Witnessing such a magnificent spectacle for the first time in his life, Aolan couldn't help but open his mouth wide, muttering unconsciously:

“Respect this amazing nature.”

"You'll have to wait for another time!" Facing the incoming sand waves, no, the sand tsunami, Asa couldn't help but curse, "If you don't want to die, come help! The sand rush is accelerating!"

P.S. I strongly recommend watching this cg. You can search BV1NW411P7P7 on B station, and I will try to attach the link to the "gong" part in the comment section.

It gave me a huge shock when I was still a high school student.

Chapter 39 It's natural to be afraid

"Lower your center of gravity!" Asa roared in the face of the huge waves of sand.

In order to adjust their positions more easily, Orlan and Sail, who had always been standing, had to squat down, bend their upper bodies, lower their center of gravity as much as possible, and hold on to the side of the boat tightly with both hands.

This will help you avoid being thrown out to the greatest extent possible.

Although they all had safety ropes hanging around their waists, being thrown out in this situation would not only easily capsize the small sand boat, but it would also be pure wishful thinking for them to climb back onto the boat safely in this tsunami-like sand wave.

As the giant sand wave approached, the small sand boat the three people were riding on turned sideways and the hull gradually tilted.

The sense of danger of capsizing made people instinctively want to stop the boat and escape, but as an excellent sand boat driver, Asa knew that he must not slow down at this time. On the contrary, he must do everything he can to increase the speed of the sand boat to the maximum.

Only in this way can we ensure that the sand boat can move forward closely with the sand waves instead of being overturned and rolled into the sand bottom.

Orlan found that his limbs were trembling. This was the first time that he felt the powerlessness of "absolutely no way to win" in his heart.

Even the monster with azure claws that destroyed his home when he was a child had never given him this feeling.

He always believed that as long as he kept moving forward, he would one day find the monster and hunt it down.

But the creature before him was different.

Everything that was happening now made him feel a lack of confidence he had never felt before. He couldn't help but think of what Ms. Marydan had said before - they were moving disasters.

Just by turning over, he can create huge waves in the sea of ​​sand. Is this the legendary ancient dragon?

Is this the opponent you must face if you continue on the hunter's path?

"Push to the right!" Asa's roar came to my ears.

Olang was so shocked that he didn't have time to think. His body reacted on its own. He let go of the hand holding the port side and his whole body fell to the right.

After another round of shaking and trembling, the hull of the small sand boat finally stabilized, and they successfully broke out of the terrifying sand waves!

After all, the sand waves caused by the Fengshan Dragon when it fell into the sand sea were not true tsunamis. No matter how dangerous they were, it was only the initial wave, and they were safe for the time being.

"Woohoo!" Asa cheered, pulled the sail rope and rudder to adjust the direction, and continued to rush towards Fengshan Maru.

Saier stood up, but found that Orlan was still squatting there. He opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing.

He had heard Aolang say before that he was introduced to the fleet by an elder to "broaden his horizons", and he understood the elder Aolang's intention at that time.

Facing an ancient dragon is an extremely valuable experience for any hunter.

As long as you get over that hurdle and walk out of the shadow in your heart, it will be difficult for any monster to make you afraid from the bottom of your heart.

But if he can't get over it, the scene that happened before may become a huge mountain in his heart, causing him to lose motivation and even dare not continue to be a hunter.

After a long while, Orlan finally stood up again.

At this time, Sayre spoke up, "Are you feeling alright? If not, don't force yourself. This isn't a battle you absolutely need to participate in. We can find a safe place to put you down first."

Asa, who was concentrating on operating the sand boat, also looked up at this side.

When he first met Fengshanlong last year, he behaved even worse than Aolan, and his father said similar things to him.

He really wanted to escape at that time, but in the end he gritted his teeth and stayed for the sake of his reputation. However, he also knew that the pressures faced by boatmen and hunters were completely different.

As the driver of the sand boat, he only needs to steer the boat close to the mountain dragon, but what the hunters need to do is climb onto the dragon's back with ropes and attack such a creature with their own hands.

Orlan turned his gaze and met Sayre's. "Are you trying to comfort me or provoke me?"

Hearing what Orlan said, Sayer couldn't help but smile, "You can understand it as, half and half?

No matter what you think, you have to make a decision quickly. That big guy is chasing us, and we can't just sit there and do nothing."

"I was a little scared just now, sorry." Orlan's expression had returned to his usual calm. "But think about it, what's the big deal about a moving scourge? Don't we repel it every year?"

After hearing what Orlan said, the smile on Sail's face became more obvious. Asa, who was steering the boat, also held the oar with his arm and gave him a thumbs up.

After taking two steps toward the bow and helping to adjust the ship's center of gravity, Orlan suddenly stared at Sai Er and asked in a low voice, "Senior Sai Er, have you ever come into contact with them before? I mean, ancient dragons."

"Uh..." Seer was silent for a few seconds, as if he hadn't expected to hear this word from Orlan. Then he replied vaguely, "I guess so. I've had some adventures before."

"I don't want to inquire about your past," Aolan asked softly. "I just want to know how you overcame this feeling of powerlessness back then."

Only then did Sail notice that Orlan's hands were clenched tightly. He seemed to be tightening his muscles in this way to suppress the unconscious trembling of his limbs.

It turns out that I was just being stubborn.

Saier smiled and pursed his lips. He suddenly remembered that the young hunter in front of him, who seemed very mature, was actually still an underage child.

"There's no such thing as overcoming. Your feeling is correct. You've only just been promoted to two stars, so you don't feel powerless against the ancient dragons. Shouldn't you feel powerful and confident?"

Aolan was somewhat stunned by Saier's question, "But"

Saier interrupted him, "Even if those legendary hunters came, they couldn't break the huge waves of sand just now with the weapons in their hands.

It is even more impossible to defeat a super giant creature like the Peak Dragon alone.

You stood up again with your own will, decided to continue fighting, and began to think about how to overcome what you called the "feeling of powerlessness" so as not to affect future battles.

This means that you have calmed down and don't think about changing anything or proving anything all at once. You have already taken the most difficult step.

To be honest, your elders' goal of having you participate in this 'Great Desert Feast' has been achieved.

What follows is just a special battle, and it won't have any impact if you withdraw now."

"That won't work."

Aolan loosened his clenched fists, his once stiff palms no longer trembling. "I heard that you can collect very powerful materials from the back of the Peak Dragon. I came here for that, and I can't quit now."

At the call of the signal flares, the scattered small sand boats gradually returned to the vicinity of the flagship Fengshan Maru, and the fishing fleet consisting of dozens of large and small fishing boats also regrouped.

Everyone was on high alert, looking vigilantly in the direction where the flare had been raised.

"Eleven o'clock! They are coming! And there are large schools of sandfish!" The lookout on the top of the mast put down the telescope and shouted at the top of his voice.

The captain waved his arms vigorously and issued a series of orders, "The trumpeter has issued an order, all members of the Sand Fleet are ready for battle!

Load the heavy crossbows and cannons! Steam-load the dragon-slaying spears! Coil the restraint munitions!

Notify the fishing fleet! Have them stop the sandfish and prevent them from interfering with the battle here! This year's banquet is about to begin!"

Chapter 40: Bravery

"Hey! Why are all those fishing boats coming towards us?!" Looking at the groups of large and small fishing boats coming towards him, panic appeared on Sail's face.

In his opinion, the fishing fleet was attracted by the large number of sandfish that were surging behind them like a wave, and forgot the risk that the mountain dragon was lurking in the middle of the fish school. The only thing on their minds was to catch more fish and make more money.

"Don't worry, they know the danger." Asa, a fisherman's son and not his first time participating in the desert feast, said:

“But they have to stop the school of sandfish. Otherwise, there would be no need for the Peak Dragon to intervene. Schools of sandfish would overturn our small sand boats.

Those sandfish will even jump onto the boat and bite people. If you let too many of them in, it will be very dangerous and you won’t be able to fight normally.”

"But they"

"You're worried that a fishing boat might be capsized by a mountain dragon, right?" Asa interrupted again, "Don't worry, because that's almost certain to happen.

So, have you noticed that all the fishing boats are separated, so as to avoid getting affected by someone unlucky enough to be caught in the water? "

"You mean, they still chose to take the risk of fishing even though they knew that the fishing boats would be attacked?!" Sail asked in disbelief.

Asa, gripping the rudder tightly, bared his teeth at him. "Of course, fishing in the sand sea is never risk-free."

"So the theme of the Harvest Festival has never been just 'harvest', but also 'bravery'." Orlan took over and continued to explain: "The gradual prosperity of Lokrak has only happened in the past few decades.

The desert is short of resources, and risking one's life to obtain food is a matter of course for desert residents."

A large fishing boat passed by them only 20 or 30 meters away. The shirtless harpooners on the boat, holding sharp harpoons, shouted loudly or whistled in greeting towards them.