Chapter 57: First Arrival in the Wetland
After listening to Oshula’s introduction, Gordon knew that the source of the light crossbow named “Wrath of the Strange Bird” was exactly the person named “Teacher Yangkuku” The famous monster with a good reputation - the big strange bird.
Although I have never seen this kind of monster with my own eyes, the name of the big strange bird is so popular that even country boys have heard about it.
In the hunter circle, the ability to hunt a big strange bird alone has almost become the benchmark for distinguishing "novices" from "veterans".
In terms of species classification, the big strange birds belong to the ornithosaur species, which is the category to which Blue Velociraptor belongs, but in terms of strength, their strength is already quite close to that of the flying dragon species.
With a huge size of eight to ten meters, a body structure similar to that of a flying dragon, and even an attack method similar to the breath of a fire dragon, it can be regarded as a "castrated" flying dragon.
Almost all hunters will use them as training objects before trying to hunt flying dragons, hence the name "Teacher Yangkuku".
As for why Oshura chose this 'Wrath of the Strange Bird' as a weapon, the main reason is that it has the best ammunition capacity (normal ammunition) among low-level light crossbows.
Also, it can fire fire bombs, which is a powerful weapon against the peach-haired beast king
Gordon and Oshula did not stay in the hunter camp for too long, and everyone was no longer a novice. You don’t need to spend too much time adjusting your status.
It was morning now, and while it was still early, we might be able to finish the hunt before the sun set.
Just a few minutes after leaving the camp, Gordon felt that his whole body was soaked. According to Oshola, it rains here at least two hundred days a year,
Countless streams, ponds, swamps and lakes together form the unique moist ecology of the Kurbutios Wetland.
It is precisely because of the existence of such large and small water bodies that the wetlands are filled with an annoying small monster-flying beetles.
These huge insects, about half a meter long, are good at flying and will actively attack humans.
If stung by a bee sting filled with paralyzing toxins, the hunter will be paralyzed and unable to move for a short time, which is extremely dangerous in a hunting ground full of dangers.
“So, it is everyone’s responsibility to eliminate the bugs!”
Oshula screamed strangely, and kept pulling the trigger of the light crossbow in his hand, and the flying crossbow bullets shot from the bird’s beak one after another. It erupted from the center and shot down an approaching flying beetle.
"Oh! Good luck! Gordon, your transfer gold coin is really useful, we didn't break it!"
Oshula ran to the fallen body with excitement on his face On the ground, next to the corpse of the flying beetle that was still twitching, he carefully began to peel it off, still muttering at the same time.
"This thing is not common in Xiuret. If you come into contact with it more, you will know that the body structure of this kind of insect is fragile, and it will be broken into pieces if you are not careful. Therefore, the material is hard to come by and relatively precious. ”
Putting away the flying beetle’s wings, which were as thin as silk but quite tough, Oshula patted his bag with satisfaction and stood up with an expression of satisfaction.
Gordon was speechless.
“Didn’t I say that crossbow bullets are precious and cannot be wasted on these small monsters?”
“Hey, that’s special ammunition such as flame bombs and armor-piercing grenades. I I just used the most common lv1 normal ammunition, which is very large and full, so I don’t have to worry about running out.”
As she spoke, Urshula turned sideways and showed Gordon the pile of magazines on her ammunition belt.
Most of them were ordinary ammunition. As for the more powerful and larger special ammunition such as fire bombs, she didn't bring much, so she took Gordon's advice.
“Durrulu.”
Pork Chop, whose hair had been soaked by the rain for a long time, shook his body hard, water droplets flying everywhere.
I hate rainy days, meow!
Noticing the pitiful appearance of the former with his ears drooped, Gordon felt a little distressed. Cats hate water, and Ellu is no exception.
"Pig Chop, why don't you go back to the camp to rest first? The weather is not suitable for walking, and the sense of smell and hearing are not good for you."
"No meow!" Pig Chop shook hard again Shaking his head, "If you can't overcome the rain, you won't be able to get stronger, meow!"
Seeing Pig Chop's resolute attitude, Gordon naturally couldn't say anything more.
Oshula on the side also squatted down, rubbed its little head vigorously, and kept saying: "Why can't I meet such a sensible hunting cat.
Gordon, all your luck as a kid has been used in this aspect, right? "
Gordon grinned and did not deny it.
"Tsk, I will also find a hunting cat partner later. "Looking at Gordon's slightly satisfied expression, Urshula murmured, then she stood up and said in a serious tone:
"Okay, let's stop talking nonsense and find the pink fat guy quickly. When I got home, it rained so much that no one felt comfortable. "
"Do you have any idea where the Peach-haired Beast King may appear? Gordon also became serious, "On such a rainy day, it's not easy to find the footprints." ”
While tying up her somewhat wild waves with a leather rope, Oshula said: "There are two places near here where the mushrooms grow much longer, and it may go to look for food.
Or Go further north to higher ground, where there is a rainforest and vegetation It's relatively rich. The peach-haired beasts like to build their nests there, and you might find them there."
"I'm not familiar with the wetland for the first time. Which one do you think is more likely? Go there." Gordon decided to listen to the more experienced Urshula.
"I think it's about the same. It depends on luck. How about you try tossing a coin? You know, that's the one."
A vein on Gordon's forehead jumped.
Sister, can you be more reliable?
Noticing Gordon's gradually darkening face, Oshura smiled dryly, raised his hands to express surrender, and began to analyze seriously.
"The peach-haired beasts don't like to be active in rainy days. The reason is similar to that of pork chops. It will be inconvenient if their fur gets wet. Let's go to the rain forest in the north to look for the peach-haired beast's lair. The effect should be It will be better.”
Oshula’s analysis this time made more sense. Gordon nodded and looked better.
He finally figured it out. Oshura is actually very capable, but her personality is relatively free and she likes to do as she pleases. If no one comes to regularly tighten her brain, she is likely to do some inexplicable things. decision.
After deciding on the direction, Gordon and Pork Chop started on their way under the guidance of Oshula.
To be honest, even though he had only been here for less than half a day, Gordon already felt that he didn't like the hunting ground here in the wetland very much.
Excessive rain has made the land here always in a sticky and muddy state. It feels like a suction cup when you step on it. Even lifting your steps takes two cents more effort than usual.
Oshula, who was walking in front, seemed to be more agile in his steps.
Gordon initially thought that this was the difference caused by his own weight and the weight of his armor and weapons, but after a simple observation, he overturned his idea.
Oshura's pace is unique.
She consciously distributed her weight to the outer edges of her feet, so that the soles of her feet barely touched the ground. This avoided the dilemma of the entire sole being sucked into the mud.
Gordon tried to imitate.
It was not smooth at first. As the area of the soles of his feet contacting the ground was reduced, he, who was fully armed and weighed more than 150 kilograms, began to frequently fall into the mud, and the distance between the two also widened.
Oshula, who noticed this, did not slow down to wait for him. He just turned his head and said, "Slower steps, speed up."
"So this is it, shorten the stride length, lighten the steps, and speed up the frequency at the same time?" Gordon whispered to himself, and after being reminded, he immediately grasped the key.
Adjust, try, fail, adjust, keep trying, the cycle repeats.
His pace is getting faster and faster. (End of this chapter)