Monster Hunt: Notes From a Hunter Chapter 973

Chapter 973 Surge

On the day of the Strange Face Clan's Festival, Gordon and the others arrived at the cave of the Strange Face Clan early.

The number of Strange Face Clan in the cave has more than doubled compared to the last time they came here. There are more than fifty of them. It can be said that the whole family is gathered together.

The cave that was originally spacious has become crowded, and these little guys can't stay still.

Gordon only felt that his ears were full of noises of "Quack!" and "Kababa!"

At this moment, a strange-faced tribe came up to them. It was holding a small wooden bowl in its hand and was jumping and shouting something.

“Gaba?” Hayata asked tentatively.

The strange-faced tribe responded happily, "Kababa!"

“How did you recognize this?” Gordon looked strange.

Hayata had taught him before that individuals could be distinguished by the patterns on the Strangeface masks.

But the strange-faced tribe in front of me, no, to be precise, all the strange-faced tribes in the cave, the patterns on the mask are almost like a maze, which is far from the simple style with just a few strokes of embellishment before.

Can you recognize this?

“I guessed it.” Hayata smiled and said, “It's the one we are most familiar with.”

"Too."

Gaba raised the big wooden bowl in front of them. In the wooden bowl was some gray-white liquid that looked like mud.

“Does it want us to drink this?”

“I don't think so”

While he was struggling, Herta came over and everyone was a little surprised when they saw her appearance. Gordon almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

The former's originally smooth shoulder-length hair was tied into a messy braid, which looked a bit like a certain dragon hunter.

There are many facial lines painted on the face with red and white dye. If the clothes hadn't changed, they would be unrecognizable.

Hayata glanced at the wooden bowl in Gaba's hand. She finally knew what was in the bowl.

“Do we also have to be painted like this?” Gordon asked with a dry smile: “And this hairstyle?”

“Well, it's best to paint the face.” Herta smiled: “It's not necessary for the hair. I just did it to make it easier to blend in.”

“The Strange Face Clan likes to wear dreadlocks?”

"Not at all, a few little odd-faced tribesmen are so playful that they end up like this when they wake up." Heta said something like a complaint, but there was no dissatisfaction in her tone.

It seems that she is quite happy getting along with this group of strange-faced people.

Hayata dipped his fingers into a little dye, twisted it, and smelled it. There was no strange smell. He asked out of curiosity: "What is this dye made of?"

“It is made from a mixture of mud shaken off from the bodies of the Mud Fish Dragon and the Earth Sand Dragon, and then some ground plant dyes are added to it. The Strange Face Tribe believes that this way they can gain their power.” Herta explained simply.

“It sounds okay, at least it's not insect viscera, monster excrement or anything like that.”

Gordon breathed a sigh of relief and became more interested, "Are you particular about how you paint? Or do you just do it casually?"

“Let Gaba help you draw it.” Herta said with a smile.

"Fine."

With the mentality of doing as the Romans do, Gordon Hayata sat down cross-legged and let Gaba paint on their faces.

After finishing the painting, the two looked at each other and burst into laughter.

Pork chop was also painted, and a skull-like pattern was painted on the cat's face. Pandan showed great reluctance, and was finally pressed by the pig chop and was painted on it.

Seeing them painted blessing facial patterns, the surrounding strange-faced people cheered, shook their heads and danced.

Gordon and the others were also infected by this emotion, and inexplicably felt like "we are also members of the strange-faced tribe tonight."

By this time, the sun had set below the horizon and the sky was getting dark.

As if they had received some kind of signal, the Strange Face Tribes lit small torches one after another and left the cave in groups.

Gordon and the others followed closely behind the Strange Face Tribes, feeling as if they were participating in a carnival parade. "Where's Mr. Monroe? And the strange-faced man with the golden mask, why is it that he's never been seen?" Since these two key figures were never seen, Gordon was inevitably a little confused.

Herta explained: "They have been setting up the altar for the past two days, and the ore as a sacrifice has also been transported in batches."

“There really is an altar. Where is it located?”

"It's a bit far from here. It's deep in an underground cave. If we walk there like this, it will probably take us two or three hours." Herta replied.

“But, will the earth **** they talk about really appear?” Hayata was not very optimistic.

“It's possible to use ore as a bait to attract the Explosive Hammer Dragon. Is it really possible to attract an ancient dragon-level creature?”

Herta shook his head and said that he didn't know, "It's hard to say. Mr. Monroe and I discussed it sideways, and the golden odd-faced tribe said 'it can feel it'.

The senses of the orcs are very wonderful, and we cannot tell whether they really feel something, or whether it is just a one-sided fantasy caused by extreme desire. "

“I have a strange feeling, meow.” Xianglan said suddenly. "I thought something would appear, nya."

The three of them looked at it in surprise.

Unexpectedly, Zhupa also added, "I also felt something was wrong, meow. Just after the sun went down, I suddenly had a feeling that is not easy to describe, meow.

Should I say like spring water? It seemed like a spring water was rising up from the ground. "

The three of them looked at each other in confusion. Ellu's senses were much sharper than humans. Since Pork Chop and Pandan said so, something might really be moving underground.

“Is it the so-called earth energy?” Herta muttered to herself.

“Leyline energy?”

“Ah, it's a concept that the director occasionally mentions. I don't know much about the details.”

Gordon slowed down a bit and stared at a large anthill in the distance for a few seconds. "There is indeed a problem. Let's stay alert."

Previously, the worms on the ant mound only lit up after dark, but now as soon as the sun goes down, they have already begun to glow, and the brightness is even brighter.

They should also have been stimulated in some way. "

“The worms on the anthill?” Herta followed Gordon's line of sight and glanced at the anthill, “You mean the larvae of the shining wingworm?”

“Are those the larvae of the Glitterwings?”

“Well, the Great Ant Mound Wasteland is the only hatching place for shining winged insects. It can be said that all the shining winged insects in the entire New World are hatched, grown, and emerged here before flying to other parts of the continent.

I haven't paid attention to them in the past two days. Has the brightness improved? This change must be recorded." Hertha took out his notebook and started writing and drawing.

Hunters and Ellu began to quickly check the status of their armor, weapons, and portable props.

The way they think about the problem is on another line - encountering powerful creatures does not mean that conflict will definitely break out, but as hunters, they must be prepared for the worst.

“Hetta, if a powerful monster really appears and a battle breaks out later, don't worry about anything, summon the pterodactyl immediately and leave. You must bring the news back to the stars.”

Herta originally wanted to say something more, but Gordon and the others had already quickened their pace and caught up with the strange-faced tribe who were singing and dancing and gradually walked away.

The mentality of the hunters has changed at this time.

“Do they really have the ability to 'summon' or even guide the actions of ancient dragons to a certain extent?” Hayata said in disbelief.

If this is the case, this group of strange-faced people would be too

“It's also possible that the cause and effect conditions are reversed.” Gordon glanced at the strange-faced tribe in front of them celebrating the festival.

“What the Golden Strange Face Tribe sensed in advance was probably not the mysterious ancient dragon itself, but the energy that Pig Chop and the others mentioned.

If this is the case, maybe it's not the 'Golden Earth Mother Goddess' who brought that energy, it just came after that energy. "

ˆPs.

Regarding the energy of earth veins, the investigation team has a certain understanding.

After all, many creatures have been affected. The investigation team cannot investigate a single thing for forty years. It is probably regarded as some kind of natural phenomenon.

The words "earth veins" have also appeared in the game plot. The dragon hunter also mentioned, "In the past few years, I can feel that the flow of energy is getting stronger and stronger."

However, the origin of the energy of the earth veins should not be discovered at this point in time.

(End of this chapter)

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