Chapter 42 Amos’s Worries
When Gordon, who had finished finishing the finishing touches and collecting, walked back to Amos with the **** sword on his shoulder, the latter's expression seemed a little stiff.
It's not that Gordon's performance was so good that it shocked Yamos. It was simply that this guy's increasingly brutal fighting style seriously challenged Yamos's "precise and elegant" combat aesthetics.
He opened his mouth with tangled eyes, but in the end he said nothing.
There is no right or wrong in personal style. The sword and the sword are two weapons with completely different styles. Forcing this child to copy his own style will only create a nondescript image.
He patted Hayata, whose face turned pale again, to comfort him, and at the same time, Yamos smiled bitterly in his heart.
Gordon, this guy obviously hasn't grasped the true essence of "inertia".
But this wild fighting style, if it were the few swordsmen in the assembly hall who had trained their muscles to their brains, they might laugh and applaud, right?
Gordon, who put away his sword, returned to his usual shy young appearance. He scratched the tip of his nose and said with some embarrassment: "Mr. Yamos, what do I mean by 'controlling inertia'?" That’s a little bit not quite right.”
“There is no right or wrong.”
Yamos waved his hand, "I have told you the basic concept. Whether and how to form a style that suits you depends on you."
“I understand.” After hearing Yamos’ words, Gordon felt relieved.
Looking at the corpse of the Strange Face Clan not far away.
Counting the five that Yamos hunted, they had already hunted nine odd-faced tribesmen, and they were still about half way from completing their target of twenty.
The efficiency is good.
The three of them rested on the spot and waited for a while, but unfortunately no more strange-faced people came to their door.
Different from monsters such as Blue Velociraptor that are beasts in nature.
The Strange Faces, who have an IQ close to that of a human, will not die in vain. According to Gordon's guess, these guys should be hiding deep in the dense forest.
After hesitating for a moment, Gordon proposed to continue deeper into the territory of the Strange Face Tribe.
As for being ambushed and besieged by a large number of strange-faced tribesmen, he was not too worried.
It is true that the Qimian people live in gatherings, but because they have not mastered farming technology, they cannot have a large group due to food supply reasons.
In this regard, Pork Chop, who grew up in the mountains and forests, has a strong say. According to him, the number of twenty to thirty is already the limit.
Excluding those that have been solved, even if the remaining ones swarm over, it is unlikely to cause too much trouble to them.
You must know that there is also a high-ranking swordsman in their team.
However, what Gordon didn't expect was that after telling Yamos his thoughts, the latter refused decisively.
"No, we can't go too deep, just search and hunt nearby." Yamos's attitude was unexpectedly firm.
Gordon was stunned when he heard the words, and immediately remembered the existence of Hayata.
Also, unlike him and Yamos, Hayata's self-preservation ability, which has just begun hunter training, is worrying. If he is attacked by a large number of strange-faced tribes, accidents will inevitably occur if he is not taken care of properly.
At this moment, Yamos’s words once again exceeded Gordon’s expectations.
“It’s not Hayata’s fault.”
"ah?"
Gordon was stunned and couldn't help but glance at Hayata again. The latter bulged his mouth in dissatisfaction. He didn't pay attention, but asked curiously: "Is that because?"
Yamos frowned and hesitated for a few seconds, and finally told the truth.
"The King of the Strange Face Tribe?" Gordon blinked, "Is he an individual leader of the tribe like the Blue Speed Dragon King and the Big Wild Boar King?"
“That’s true.”
Yamos leaned his back on a nearby tree trunk and continued: "But to be precise, it is not the leader of a tribe, but the king of all strange-faced tribes in the entire region."
“King? Well, if you put it this way, is the King of the Strange Face Tribe very strong?”
Yamos raised his head and glanced at him, exhaled and said: "It's very strong, and it's not on the same level as monsters like the Blue Speed Dragon King. Let me put it this way, a mission involving hunting the King of the Strange Face Clan, star rating The lowest rating is five stars."
“Five stars?!”
Gordon couldn't help shouting, but then remembered that they were still in the hunting ground at this time, he quickly lowered his voice and asked: "Is there really a five-star? Isn't that more powerful than many flying dragons?"
How is it possible? Is this a completely different creature? Can he really be considered a member of the Strange Face Clan? "
Yamos glanced at Gordon sideways, raised his chin and pointed in the direction of Hayata, and then pointed at himself, "We are all human beings."
Hayata: “.?”
Without paying attention to the little girl's increasingly bulging cheeks, Gordon continued to ask: "So the mission to defeat the Strange Face Clan may also encounter the King of the Strange Face Clan? How can this be designated as a two-star mission!"
Yamos pursed his lips and explained: "Unlike the relatively common leader monster like the Big Wild Boar King, the number of King of the Strange Face Tribe is very small, and they usually move in the core area deep in the dense forest. This kind of monster is located on the periphery of the dense forest. It is generally impossible to encounter the lower hunting grounds."
"That is not bad"
Before Gordon could breathe a sigh of relief, Yamos continued: "The premise is that you did not receive this task at this time."
“Huh? What does this have to do with the seasons?”
“Early summer is a special time for the Qimian Tribe. On the ‘Great Moon Night’ when the moon is the brightest and most complete throughout the year, the Qimian Tribe groups in nearby areas will gather together to hold the ‘Qimian Tribe Festival’.”
Listening to Yamos's description, Gordon couldn't help but recall the detailed description of this mission.
—The Strange Face tribe attacked the caravan in great numbers in preparation for the festival.
“But, isn’t there still less than half a month until the ‘Great Moon Night’ in June?” Hayata, who felt that she was excluded, also came over and muttered.
Yamos glanced at the two of them helplessly, "If it is really the time when the Qimian Clan's festival is held, I might let you two little guys enter the Qimian Clan's territory?
On that day, hundreds of strange-faced tribesmen will be enough to swamp you.
Furthermore, now is a relatively dangerous period. The various groups of the Qimian Clan are busy preparing for sacrifices, and the king of the Qimian Clan will also wander around during this period. If he is not lucky."
Gordon finally understood what Yamos meant.
It’s not that the King of the Strange-Faced Clan is nearby, but if you break into the territory of the Strange-Faced Clan during this period, you may encounter the King of the Strange-Faced Clan who happens to be wandering here.
“What’s the probability?” Gordon asked.
“Less than 10%. There are at least dozens of odd-faced tribes in the entire Metabe area. It’s not that easy to win the lottery.”
“Hi! What’s there?”
Gordon suddenly felt that his worries were in vain. When hunting herbivorous dragons to collect raw meat, he might encounter flying dragons. If he had to worry about these small-probability events all day long, he no longer had to be a hunter.
"Don't be careless. Too many hunters died because of luck." Yamos's tone was unprecedentedly serious, even a bit scolding.
“We are operating on the outskirts of the Strange Face Tribe’s territory. Spend as much time as possible. Only hunters who are cautious enough can survive until the day they become stronger!”
"oh"
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(End of this chapter)