Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Chapter 1130 Quack!

What the hell is this!

Feng Ying and Aiden, who were ready to face the ancient dragon, fell into a daze when they looked at the dull eyes of the monster in front of them.

Ai Bo, who was hiding in the back passage, stuck out his head, took a closer look at the fat and bloated monster, and loudly said to his companions: "That's the Rock Thief Dragon!

The Tooth Dragon monster feeds on rock ores as its main food. It stores explosive components in the ores in its mouth and spits them out like cannonballs! "

Feng Ying hesitated for a moment and made a gesture to indicate to Aiden not to initiate an attack.

She is not Lie Yan's "violent" temperament, who rushes over and kicks every gas frog she sees. The purpose of their operation is investigation, not hunting, and she does not intend to cause trouble.

However, just because the hunters had no intention of launching an attack, it did not mean that the rock thief dragon was not hostile to the intruders.

It used its front paws to support its bloated body, held its head high and its fat belly, and approached them half-walking, half-moving, with a hot and bright red light reflected in its throat, chest and abdomen.

This was obviously a precursor to some kind of attack.

Feng Ying narrowed her eyes. Since you took the initiative to stir up trouble, you can't blame us.

"Quick fight, quick decision." Feng Ying raised her sword and gathered momentum, and was about to launch a charge, when there were waves of chaotic footsteps and roars around her.

"Quack!"

"Kabaga!"

A large group of strange-faced tribesmen rushed out from all directions and surrounded them.

A second ago, Feng Ying thought that these strange-faced tribesmen were running out to help, because she kept hearing Gordon and the others say, "The strange-faced tribesmen in the New World are very friendly and loyal."

But the next second she realized something was wrong. The blow darts and cannon barrels in the hands of these strange-faced clansmen were not pointing at the rock thief dragon in front of them, but at them.

Upon seeing this, Amber and Mushroom immediately rushed out, baring their teeth and arching their backs to intimidate the strange-faced tribe.

But it was of no use. When the leader of the strange-faced clan gave an order, the surrounding strange-faced clansmen would open fire.

"Quack!"

"Wait a minute!" Feng Ying inserted the sword in her left hand on the ground, but did not lower her shield.

She raised her hand and said loudly: "We are not enemies! Do you know Pork Chop Gordon and the others? We are friends!"

It's a pity that those strange-faced tribesmen didn't understand the common language at all, so they thought she was roaring and provoking, and they had already fired the blow dart in a hurry. Feng Ying's quick eyes raised her shield to block it.

At this time, Ai Bo also ran out quickly, and she shouted a few words of Qimian language at the Qimian tribe.

This finally worked.

The strange-faced tribesmen looked at each other for a few times. Although they did not put down their weapons directly, they were finally not in a hurry to attack.

"Gaba! Kakoba!" The leader of the Qimian tribe shouted several times.

Immediately, several strange-faced tribesmen ran out and jumped in front of the rock thief dragon. The rock thief dragon miraculously calmed down and was led to other places by the strange-faced tribesmen.

The rest gathered around Feng Ying and her group, staring at them warily. Their eyes were still vaguely hostile, but they were no longer as irritable as before.

"What did you just say to them?" Feng Ying asked Ai Bo in a low voice.

Ai Bo also lowered his voice and replied: "I said we know the King of the Strange Face Clan and are his friends."

Feng Ying nodded clearly. Ai Bo's statement was indeed smarter. These strange-faced tribes may not know the name of Gordon Pork Chop, but they definitely know the king of the strange-faced tribe.

And if they really want to confront the King of the Strange Face Clan, they are not afraid. Then they can just move Pig Chop and the others out.

The leading Qimian tribe called Ai Bo a few more words.

Aibo translated: "It asks us to follow them, what should we do?"

Aiden also looked at Feng Ying and secretly showed the shot magazine loaded on the heavy crossbow in his hand. If Feng Ying decides to fight out, these dozen strange-faced tribesmen will not be able to stop them.

"Follow us." Feng Ying put the sword and shield behind her. "It's impossible to fight hard without causing casualties. We could have become friends. There is no need to intensify into a blood feud. There will be a lot of trouble later."

"Okay." Aiden put away the heavy crossbow, but did not unload the magazine.

Always prepare for the worst.

The group of people was led, or escorted, by the strange-faced tribe, and headed deeper into the cave.

Feng Ying and the others originally thought that this giant cave was an independent cave, but they did not expect that it was just an insignificant part of the maze-like underground space of the Dragon Crystal Land.

They followed the strange-faced tribe around, coming to the ground for a while, then going underground again, passing through cave after cave, until the sun set in the west, and finally came to another closed underground cave.

Compared with the cave where I encountered the Rock Thief Dragon before, this place is much "narrower". The top height is only eight or nine meters, and the total area is only six or seven hundred square meters.

On the ground in the center of the cave, an altar-like totem painting was drawn with unknown white paint, and a bonfire was lit in the center of the totem painting.

The firelight swayed, reflecting between the domes composed of strange-shaped crystal pillars, making the entire cave warm and bright.

Many strange-faced tribesmen gathered around the campfire and danced strange but interesting dances.

With the arrival of Feng Ying and his entourage, a fat and strong strange-faced tribe stood up beside the bonfire. The mask totem above his head was piled up almost two meters high.

Following its movement, all the strange-faced tribe fell silent and looked at their king.

The king of the Qimian Clan stared at Feng Ying and the others, and then looked at the Qimian Clan who was leading them, "Kaga?"

Feng Ying, who didn't understand the Qimian language, could also guess that the fat man was asking who they were.

The strange-faced tribe leading the way jumped around angrily, waving their weapons, as if they were going to kill the rude people who dared to pretend to be friends of the king of the strange-faced tribe, on the spot.

Ai Bo quickly took two steps forward and explained in the unfamiliar Qimian language.

When he heard Gordon Hayata's name, the King of the Strange Face Clan still seemed a little confused, as if he "seemed to know him, but couldn't remember it for the moment."

But when it heard "pork chop" and "Gale", its reaction was different.

"Pork chop? Gala?!" He repeated these two names in surprise, then twisted his fat body, waved and kicked his legs, and danced on the spot.

The mask totem above its head also kept shaking with its movements, and bright flames even spurted out from it.

The surrounding Qimian tribe felt the king's joy and started to dance together. Some of the Qimian tribe even grabbed crude percussion instruments, banged and banged, and played primitive music.

The slightly tense atmosphere before was swept away, and the bright campfire suddenly turned into a scene of joyful banquet.

The odd-faced clansmen that were angry at them half a minute ago were now jumping around their legs, no longer as hostile and irritable as before.

The king of the Qimian Clan squirmed and shook the fat on his body, and walked toward them with a jump, "Pigpa is a good brother, and Gala is a relative. You know them. They are the distinguished guests of the Qimian Clan!" "

"It turns out you can speak common language!"

"meeting!"

"By the way, 'Gala' refers to Sister Gale?" Feng Ying asked curiously.

Although the King of the Strange Face Clan does not speak fluently, his pronunciation is quite standard, which is "Gala".

"Gala, it's Gale's name from the Strange Face Tribe!" The King of the Strange Face Tribe explained carefully, carefully.

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The surrounding Qimian clan cheered again.

"Galakaba!"

"Quack! Quack!"

(End of this chapter)