Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Chapter 1260 The Old Scholar's Transcendence

".When did you come?"

"I'm always here."

Gordon curled his lips, secretly annoyed that he hadn't hunted much recently, and wondered if his senses had become dull.

The swordsmanship master stood up and said, "It's not the time for you to take action yet. Please leave the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon to me."

Gordon was slightly stunned. Based on his understanding of the swordsmanship master, the latter seldom asked for anything on his own initiative. Most of the time, he stayed quietly in a corner of the stronghold like a sculpture.

He would only step into the battlefield when the Survey Corps needed him.

"Are you interested in that Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon?" Gordon asked tentatively.

"Ah."

The swordsmanship master did not deny it, but said with a smile: "Just think of it as a mutual respect between old men."

As he spoke, the old hunter raised his left arm and said, "This time, I also want to learn the hunting methods of the young hunters.

Is that how it’s used?”

The swordsman tried to pull the trigger. With the buzzing sound of the bowstring, the flying claw mounted on the catapult shot out and tore a big hole in the animal hide on the top of the tent.

".Sorry." The swordsmanship master was a little hesitant to retract his flying claws, but the claws rolled back and pulled off a whole piece of tent cloth.

Gordon: "."

After a lot of effort, he finally retracted the flight claw and put it away. The swordsmanship master said awkwardly: "It seems that I should practice the skills of using the flight claw."

Gordon kicked aside the tent cloth that was torn off by the swordsmanship master, and felt in his heart that the sun was rising from the west?
The swordsmanship master is the most traditional hunter in the entire investigation team. Not to mention the new flying claws, he has hardly used even a slingshot in the past few decades.

According to his own words - I am not used to those new and trendy things, having this sword in my hand is enough.

Paired with that old armor covered with battle scars, he was extremely handsome.

This old-fashioned "independent" style of speech was sought after by many young combative hunters. Unfortunately, after experiencing the convenience of catapults and flying claws, they rebelled one by one.

Aside from the Grand Commander who always yells "Machines can never compare to muscles that have been tempered a thousand times!", the Sword Master can be said to be the only hunter in the Survey Corps who does not use a slingshot.

But what did you see?
The swordsmanship master not only added a new slingshot to his wrist armor, but also installed the latest model of flying claws?
"What gave you this sudden idea?" Gordon asked tentatively.

Of course I don’t think it’s bad.

In fact, the commander-in-chief, the leader of the second group, and Master Yuanye have all advised the swordsmanship master many times, but he always looks like he doesn't care.

Why did you suddenly change your mind?

After a brief silence, a calm voice came through the visor, "Because, I am old."

Gordon: "."

This sentence left Gordon silent. He didn't know how to respond.

You say you are not old, you are still very young?

That's nonsense. The sword master is already seventy years old. It is extremely rare to see an old hunter still active on the front line at this age. Many of them don't have strong legs and feet at this age.

Seeing Gordon's dilemma, the swordsman took off his helmet, revealing his old face with gray hair and beard, "Haha, I don't mean anything else, I'm just stating a fact.

During the previous investigation mission, I saw the old Ice Fang Dragon.

For the Ice Fang Dragon, the fangs are the most important weapon, just like the katana in the hands of the attacker.

The Ice Fang Dragon without its fangs cannot survive in the cruel nature. Without my sword and armor, I am just a useless old man that can be found everywhere.

The Ice Fang Dragon was already very old, and its once proud amber fangs had been broken.

But it actually relied on frost to condense new fangs, and thus earned the name of 'Frost Blade', which really makes my blood boil."

The swordsman stroked the huge crack on his helmet that almost cut off half of his face, and continued with a smile:
“It is shameful that we call ourselves ‘remnants of the old times’, stand still and even feel complacent until now.

The Heart Blade has been covered in dust for a long time, and it is time to take a step forward and move forward."

Gordon really didn't expect that the swordsmanship master not only investigated the location of the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon and the Qilin during this trip, but also experienced some "enlightenment"?
This is a good thing.

That should be a good thing, right?

However, judging from the swordsmanship master's accuracy in using the flying claw just now, it might be safer not to use it.
"Well, hunting the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon is not that urgent. How about you take a few days to get more familiar with the use of the catapult?"

"Haha, don't worry, I'm old, but I'm not stupid enough to use new and unfamiliar techniques in hunting.

The so-called moving forward does not refer only to these external things."

As he spoke, a glimmer of the azure light unique to the courage mode flashed in the old hunter's eyes.

"Courage?! When did you develop this?" Gordon asked in surprise.

There are many hunters in the investigation team who try to cultivate courage, but only a few succeed.

This is because they are all young people full of ambition. It should be more difficult for an old man with a calm personality like the swordsmanship master to grasp that kind of indomitable will.

Speaking of hunting style, the steady and cautious guild style is more in line with the swordsmanship master's habits.

"It's not that difficult actually." The swordsmanship master chuckled as he put on his helmet, adjusted it left to right, and walked out of the tent.

"I will bring back good news."

Gordon stayed in the leaky tent of the headquarters, lost in thought.

It wasn't until someone came to report to him that the swordsmanship master had borrowed a sled pulled by snow deer and left the base that he suddenly reacted.

It seemed like I had lost another opportunity to stretch my muscles.

It is not difficult to drive a sled, especially when you are not driving the snow deer and let them trot slowly, almost no steering is required.

Even though the swordsman had almost never driven a sled, he still ran very steadily.

He couldn't help but let out a long sigh, feeling the convenience of the "tool".

If this had happened ten or twenty years ago, he would have preferred to walk on foot, even if the destination was dozens of kilometers away.

But now, it was really too much for him to walk a long distance in waist-deep snow.

It's better to save some energy before the battle officially begins.

Riding on a sled, it took the swordsmanship master less than two hours to arrive at the snowy forest where the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon roamed.

We found a narrow cave as a temporary camp.

The space inside the cave was not very spacious, and the entrance was covered with icicles, so even a sled could not be parked inside. But at least it was a place where one could shelter from the wind and snow and rest in peace.

The reins of the snow deer were tied to a large tree covered with bushes, the supplies were taken off the sled, and a small bonfire was lit in the cave.

While warming his body, he planned to eat some food he brought with him to fill his stomach, but he found that even the dry food roasted over a fire was difficult for him to chew.

He sighed, took out a small pot he carried with him, grabbed some clean snow, put it in along with the food he brought with him, and prepared to cook it into a paste before eating.

He dozed off for a while without realizing it, until he was awakened by a burning smell. The old hunter hurriedly took the small pot off the campfire.

The dry food porridge with a burnt smell is more like some kind of feed than food, which makes people not very appetizing.

But in this environment, you should be happy to have a bite of hot food.

He picked some peppers and berries from the nearby woods and put them in the pot, and the swordsman enjoyed the meal very much.

After filling my stomach and warming my hands and feet, I looked up at the sky.

There should be still three or four hours before dark. The old hunter hesitated for a few seconds, but finally put on his cold-proof cloak again and walked out of the warm temporary camp.

"Let's go scout first. The time of the elderly is especially precious."

(End of this chapter)