I play the mythical beast Paloo in Monster Hunter

"The goal of this mission is not to meet the enemy or to stop them! Our investigation base was built only a few years after the project was launched. It was built as a temporary base for advancement. Its strength and defense facilities are far from enough to resist this opponent. Therefore, in this mission, I hope everyone can make ensuring your own safety the first priority!

"All the valuable information and materials in the base have been moved underground. Most of the remaining items are not easily damaged. Even if they are swept away by the storm, we can still try to find them afterwards. If we are attacked, it doesn't matter if we run away. Survival is the top priority!"

The man shouted to the people below, and his originally serious expression suddenly showed a hint of smile.

"Finally, I hope we can meet again alive after the storm passes."

"Yes!"

The team members below responded and then lowered their heads to continue with their work.

Soon, the rain came.

Unlike normal rain that gradually gets heavier, this rain started as a torrential downpour. The torrential rain was like water pouring down from the roof, pouring down. The team members who were reinforcing the wooden house immediately began to call the people who were still carrying materials outside to come in, and then quickly nailed the door shut with wooden boards.

Then came the storm.

The house, which was supposed to be impregnable, creaked in the howling wind. The people hiding inside found a relatively safe place to huddle together, and from time to time someone looked at the wooden ceiling and swallowed their saliva. People subconsciously clenched their weapons, trying to find a sense of security.

They carefully looked out through the gaps in the wooden boards on the window frame, trying to observe what was happening outside, but the pouring rain was like a curtain of rain, blocking their vision so that they couldn't even see the other wooden house across the road.

"The visibility is too bad! Can it really rain this hard?"

A hunter who was leaning out while pulling on a wooden board couldn't help but question.

"Hi, I will."

A hunter who was wiping his hands smiled and said, "You are from the inland, right? Then there are indeed few chances to encounter such a storm. If it is Moga Village, it will be hit by several rainstorms every summer."

"But this time it's different, right? There's a good chance that an ancient dragon is behind this rainstorm..."

The young man sitting nearby with a katana on his back said.

As the sword boy spoke, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became solemn. As people who had withdrawn from the front-line investigation base and had encountered the ice dragon attack, they were obviously very clear about the power of the ancient dragon.

The swordsman grabbed his arm, which was frostbitten when he tried to fight the Ice Curse Dragon. Although he had recovered, the sight of the Ice Curse Dragon just leaping over his head and causing his arm to be severely frostbitten when he raised it to resist still made him feel terrified.

If just flying past him could cause this level of frostbite, then what would happen if the other party really attacked him at that time? Brother Taidao didn't dare to think about it, because the result was obvious, that is, like the pterosaurs he found in the forest later, he would be firmly fixed in the same posture as before his death.

Just as Tachi-ge was thinking about how he could withstand the coldness of the Ice Curse Dragon and gain the qualification to fight it, the wooden door suddenly made a "bang" sound and a piece of wood broke off.

"What's wrong? Is it Gu Long?"

The boy carrying a light crossbow tried his best to lower his voice and asked his companions.

The man carrying the hunting horn frowned and tried to reach over to investigate, but before he reached the door, the window next to him suddenly made a loud noise, and then the hurricane-like wind pressure comparable to that of a flying dragon hit him with rain.

"No, it's the wind! The wind is too strong and the reinforced parts have collapsed!"

Realizing the problem, the hunting horn brother shouted quickly.

The strong wind rushed into the house recklessly, blowing everything away. Even heavier objects like chairs and dining tables were lifted up like pieces of paper and flew wildly around the house.

"Fuck! Quick, close the window!"

After being hit on the head by a flying chair, Brother Pian Shou quickly stood up and shouted to his friends.

"Hammer, where's the hammer?", "Be careful with the nails, the workbench has been blown over!", "I'm soaked and my hands are too slippery to open the button on the tool box, come and help me!"

The house was in chaos for a while. In order to prevent anyone from getting seriously injured, Brother Flute began to play the music score that increased defense against the strong wind. As Brother Flute played, the power was transmitted to the hunting flute made of monster materials, and then the corresponding power was stimulated by the resonance with the materials and transmitted to the teammates around.

"It helped a lot!"

Feeling the power wrapping around his skin, Brother Pian Shou gave up on defense and stopped paying attention to the debris hitting him. He raised his hand and used his shield to smash the buckle of the toolbox and took out the hammer fixed inside.

Then, Brother Flute began to play the music that could resist wind pressure and improve physical strength. With the blessing of the hunting flute's strange power, the other three people quickly cheered up, quickly found nails and wooden boards, and pressed the wooden boards to the place where they were blown away against the strong wind.

"quick!!"

The knotty wood, which was harder than metal, squeaked in the strong wind. Two big men held down the board to prevent it from being blown away again. Then the man with a hammer quickly nailed the board back in place.

boom! !

However, the door had just been nailed down and there was no time to move other things to support it for the second reinforcement. The wooden board of the door suddenly broke, and the strong wind once again poured into the house, and it was even more fierce than before, even lifting the shelf with sandbags.

"grass!!"

The four people in the room couldn't help but make vulgar noises, and then hurried to block the door again.

Outside, under the cover of the rainstorm, countless wooden houses crushed by the strong wind were thrown into the air one by one, and the cries for help and screams were drowned out by the sound of wind and rain. Inside the rain cloud, the bright yellow dragon pupils were silently watching everything below.

PS:

I took some time to look at the post... Can the update speed of 4 words twice a day be considered anxious? I was trembling.

By the way, what does it mean to update intermittently? Does it refer to the plot, or just the updates? I've only had a two-day break so far, right?

In addition:

The author types very slowly, not because he can't think of a plot. The plot is basically already decided, but he is mainly stuck on how to describe it and how to better express what he is thinking.

After all, many times, what you think and how you write are completely different things, which leads to the author often deleting and revising the code after it's finished.

In addition, the author works in the fire department and has to work the night shift every month. I often have a unclear mind the next day after staying up late. I often get stuck in the description when I write, so it is still very uncomfortable for me to update twice a day. At present, I basically don’t even have time to play games.

Anyway, I will try to work harder and try to get 4,000 words per day this month. I think I will resume posting once a day next month. Please forgive me for this.

PS2:

Elu Cat Girl will have it.

Chapter 72: After the Storm

The storm lasted for a whole night before slowly drifting away from the investigation base.

The survivors slowly crawled out of the remaining ruins, spit out the wood chips and dust that had entered their mouths, and looked up at the investigation base in front of them.

As if deliberately demonstrating its strength, all the buildings in the stronghold were destroyed by the storm, and not even the most basic wooden fences were left.

The big tree cultivated by the Institute of Vegetation was uprooted and lay on the river bank not far away; the stone table in the dining area was completely blown away and embedded in the large bookshelf built along the wall of the Institute of Ecology; the warehouse of the Material Management Office completely disappeared, leaving only the foundation to prove that a building once existed here.

Looking at the stronghold in front of them that had almost disappeared and only a few ruins remained, an indescribable feeling of powerlessness surged into the hearts of the team members.

"Is this the power of the ancient dragon..."

Walking out of the ruins, a long and narrow crack extending from the entrance of the stronghold to the blacksmith shop caught everyone's attention.

"This is?"

Without caring about the bookshelf, the dragon scholars who had just come out of the underground shelter immediately gathered around it with books in their arms and carefully observed the long and narrow crack.

"The incision is very neat. Is it some sharp organ?"

"The ground of the stronghold has been leveled and compacted. It can be cut all the way from the entrance to the blacksmith shop more than a thousand meters away. There may be remnants of the ancient dragon's shell in the cracks. Do you want to try to collect them?"

A dragon scholar who looked quite young looked very seriously at the short old man wearing a scholar's hat beside him, as if as long as the old man agreed, he would immediately take a shovel and start digging up all the soil around him.

But the old man shook his head, which made the young scholar feel a little disappointed.

But before he could open his mouth to ask for permission, the old dragon man wearing a scholar's hat pointed to a rock in a crack not far away, and then said to the puzzled young scholar:

"See that rock? Although it was cut open, there are still some gaps between the rock and the soil. This proves that the rock was cut open by a force coming from above."

As the older dragon scholar spoke, he used his knife to strike his clenched fist from above.

"Plus, the crack is so long and the cut is so neat without any breaks, which proves that it was probably cut in one go. So I think that rather than a sharp organ, this crack is more like an ancient dragon cutting it from a high altitude using some means."

The older scholar's words made the young scholars around him fall into deep thought, and they couldn't help but observe the cracks again.

The blacksmiths whose workplaces were completely cut open didn't care about these things at all. They rushed to the blacksmith shops to check the conditions of various facilities. However, the results of the investigation made the head craftsman's eyes go dark and he almost fainted.

The forging furnace had been cut in half, the conveyor tracks had all disappeared, and the bellows and other large machines looked as if they had been bombarded, with only some pipe openings left to prove their existence.

Without paying any attention to the group of monster ecologists who were rushing over shouting "What!? Are there other signs of attack?", the craftsmen hurried to check the underground warehouse where the ore and monster materials were stored.

Fortunately, the ore and materials were still there, which made the craftsmen feel relieved.

Looking at the traces of destruction in the blacksmith shop, the strong human leader couldn't help but frown slightly and looked at the short front-line dragon leader beside him.

"It seems that there are no signs of attacks on other places. Only the blacksmith's place was forcibly destroyed. It's as if they deliberately destroyed our weapons workshop..."

The leader did not finish his words. He believed that the other party understood what he wanted to express. After all, in the Hunter Guild, there has always been a rumor that the ancient dragons actually have wisdom that is no less than that of humans. He believed that the other party should have heard of it.

"Do you think He came to destroy the place where we manufactured weapons in advance in order to avoid being harassed, so that we would retreat?"

The dragon leader looked up and asked.

"No, I don't know. It could be that the equipment in the blacksmith shop is very sturdy, and when they found out they couldn't blow it away, they got angry and destroyed it."

The captain raised his lips slightly and joked.

"That's too childish."

The leader of the dragon people laughed twice, but he also knew that it was just a joke from the other party who didn't want to put too much pressure on him, so he didn't take it seriously.

The Dragon Leader took a puff of cigarette silently and looked at the smoke he exhaled. "The base has been destroyed like this. It will take a lot of time and energy to rebuild it, which is quite dangerous during the breeding season."

"…How is your frontline base?"

The team leader asked tentatively.

"Do you want to move to my side? It's not impossible. In fact, establishing two bases is to facilitate transfer and escape."

The leader of the dragon people laughed at himself and looked up at the other party again. "But it's still the same problem. Now is the breeding season. The large monsters along the way are gathered there because of migration. It is very easy to be attacked by large monsters if we move with so many people during this period, not to mention what happened when we moved here."

"A woman with super strength who could easily lift an entire truck attacked the convoy?"

The team leader asked.

"Yes." The leader of the dragon people nodded. "Although they didn't attack the team members deliberately, they just robbed the crops and ran away, but that kind of inhuman power makes it hard for me not to doubt the authenticity of the legend..."

"You mean..."

"Ancient dragon transformed into a human, right?"

Before the human leader could finish his words, an elderly dragon scholar who had come to their side at some point suddenly interrupted their discussion.

"Director of the Monster Ecology Research Institute?"

"Just call me Director of the Ecology Institute. The full name is too long." The Director of the Ecology Institute raised his glasses by the rim of his glasses, "I agree with the proposal to move to the front-line investigation base.

"We have already investigated it. The ancient dragon hidden in the clouds doesn't seem to have a very good temper. Most monsters will flee wherever it passes. We originally thought it might be trying to avoid the storm, but judging from the situation in the blacksmith shop, it seems likely that it is afraid of the ancient dragon."

"what do you mean……"

"Follow that ancient dragon and move!" The director of the Ecology Institute answered directly, "As for the lady who might be an ancient dragon in human form, I don't think we need to worry. The ancient dragons are obviously moving towards the other side of the sea. In addition, due to the breeding season, I think if the other party is really an ancient dragon in human form, it is very likely that they are just plundering to compensate for the energy required to cross the sea.

"But what puzzles me is why "She" robbed the caravan in human form? Was there something wrong that prevented her from changing back into dragon form, or was she just a simple human with some kind of talent? I think this is also a target that is very worthy of investigation. Maybe the reason for her being in this state is at the end of the ancient dragon crossing."

"..."

After hearing what the director of the Institute of Ecology said, the team leader fell silent.

Just as he was hesitating whether to listen to the other party and move to the front-line investigation base to continue the investigation, a group of dragon scholars who were also holding a lot of information came out of the underground shelter.

They walked to the ruins of the Vegetation Research Institute, looked at the huge hole in the institute in disbelief, and let out a shrill cry:

"Where's my ancient tree!?"

Chapter 73: Guild Knights

The question of whether to relocate was temporarily put on hold. After counting the survivors in the base, the team leader organized the hunters to begin a search and rescue operation.

Fortunately, after a week of search and rescue, they successfully found all the hunters blown away by the storm. Although many hunters were seriously injured, fortunately no one died.

At the same time, the dragon scholars who were riding the weather balloon were also found. According to their description, they seemed to have seen something moving through the clouds, so they sent out insect hunters to check it out, and then the rainstorm targeted them as if it was conscious.

Although the director of the Vegetation Research Institute wanted to kill them, they were not without gain - these young men successfully extracted an unknown essence from the monster that looked like an ancient dragon. After promising to share the samples, the director of the Vegetation Research Institute also expressed his willingness to give a lighter punishment.

"Cough cough!"

Standing in front of a dismantled stone dining table on the ruins of the destroyed investigation base, the human leader looked at the directors of various departments who had been summoned and took a deep breath.