Chapter 758 Feng Ying is also a senior
As the most prosperous metropolis and the most populous city in the Old Continent, almost all the facilities in East Doruma can be said to be the best in the entire continent.
Hunter training camp is no exception.
From Hayata's evaluation, the size of the hunter training camp here is more than half that of Minagard.
Not to mention the various training grounds and training facilities, there are also canteens and rows of campsites, almost like a small military camp.
The number of hunter students should also be much higher. Excluding the eliminated ones, we can basically produce thirty to forty one-star hunters every year.
Some of these novice hunters will stay in East Doruma, and more will be sent to villages to gain experience.
Keio of Jiangbo Village was born in Dondoruma. This is the case, but that guy seems to be an undergraduate.
Gordon looked at everything around him with curiosity.
He saw many things that were quite novel in his eyes, such as proportional monster targets made of steel frames, wood, leather and hemp rope. There were quite a few types.
Some are shaped like a velociraptor, like a big wild boar king, and some look like a big strange bird...
Unlike when he was training, there was a large wooden stake standing alone in the open space behind the village as a target, and at most a few stone barbells, which was his "dedicated" training ground.
If you don’t want to chop wood piles, you can go to Xiuretson Hill to find the big wild boar.
Comparatively, the training environment for these hunter students is really good.
Gordon couldn't help but stop and stood next to a target that should be in the shape of the Blue Velociraptor King.
How can you tell it’s not another species of velociraptor? Because the craftsman who made the target specially painted it blue, and the red crown was also restored. It was really idle...
Several boys and girls who looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old, holding wooden craftsmen, swords and shields, were lining up for training under the leadership of a "senior sister" who was one or two years older.
They took turns to go on stage, roll around the Blue Speed Dragon King target, slash once, roll again, and slash again.
The distance of each roll and the position of the falling sword are fixed. After rolling six times and slashing six swords, a round is completed and the player is replaced.
Looking a little dazed...
Gordon couldn't help but grin. Actual combat would definitely not be so streamlined and standardized, but when laying the foundation, such mechanical training is necessary.
Even the simplest standardized tactical movements cannot be performed smoothly, so there is no need to consider practical application.
Seeing Gordon watching the students training with great interest, Anhil and the others, including the guild director, also paused.
It doesn’t take more than a few minutes.
Looking at the monster target, and then at the hunter students who were following the "process" meticulously under the supervision of senior students, Feng Ying curled her lips in disdain.
With her out-of-touch personality, what she dislikes the most is this kind of mechanical training. The monster targets that Gordon saw as exquisite seemed to her to be as crude as nothing.
The training equipment used in Yanhuo Village is all steam-driven behemoths. Not only can they fight back, they can even simulate breathing...
She naturally looked down upon these targets that could not even move.
Under the strong onlookers of several senior hunters who could tell just by looking at their equipment that they were extremely powerful, the movements of those students began to deform due to nervousness.
One student rolled at a wrong angle and hit the leg of the Blue Speed Dragon King Target. He covered his head and got up while blushing in embarrassment.
Aware that the crowd of people like him and others was interfering with the children's training, Gordon touched the bridge of his nose awkwardly and prepared to leave.
The older student who was responsible for supervising the training of the juniors suddenly ran in front of them.
She bowed first and greeted everyone politely, "Hello, Mr. Supervisor, and hello, seniors!"
Gordon looked at Ancier beside him. Ancier shrugged and said: "Sometimes hunters are invited to come to the training camp to give classes, demonstrate and so on."
Gordon understood what he said.
This is also the benefit of big cities. It invites excellent hunters to come to the training camp to demonstrate and share, and the teaching purpose is secondary.
Handsome and gorgeous equipment and thrilling hunting stories can effectively invigorate this group of innocent teenagers and girls, thereby boosting morale and increasing motivation for training.
It is estimated that the guild director would usually lead people here in person, so the little guys misunderstood.
The guild director, who usually had a stern face, was particularly kind when facing these children, "Not this time, Faye, they are here to find Hilda and have an urgent mission."
"Is that so?" The girl was a little disappointed, but then she realized something and her eyes widened a little, "Going on a mission with Instructor Hilda?! Wow! Are the seniors all high-level hunters?"
An Xil pointed at Feng Ying who looked proud, "She's not."
Feng Ying: “.”
Don't bring trouble like this!
Unlike Gordon who was born in a small mountain village and lacked common sense, these students understood the concept of "high-level hunter" and suddenly became excited.
There were even a few well-informed boys who guessed the identity of the Silverborder Hunting Group through the ages and images of Gordon and others. They became even more excited, shouting and yelling, and attracted all the students training at the training ground next to them. Attracted.
The director of the guild looked at all this with a smile, "It's very popular. It seems that I will have to invite you to come here next time."
Gordon and others laughed dryly in response to the enthusiastic boys and girls, while thinking about how to get out.
The director of the guild saw their embarrassment, and since they came here for business, he smiled and said, "Just show the children something, otherwise they won't leave."
After saying that, he whispered a reminder, "Don't make it too exaggerated. It will be even more difficult if the atmosphere is too hot."
Gordon is a bit confused. He, Hayata, and Anhir are not too pushy people, with the only exception being Feng Ying.
He simply gave her the limelight task.
Feng Ying was eager to pull out the Blackhorn Dragon Shield Axe, but Gordon glared at her and said, "Use a training weapon."
Feng Ying had a flat mouth, so she had no choice but to take the wooden training sword from the hands of the senior student named Fei, and flicked the hemp stalk like a sword dance.
This thing is too light
The students who gathered around also became a little quieter, looking curiously at this senior who didn't look a few years older than them.
Feng Ying jumped twice on the spot, gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, the light of accumulated fighting spirit flashed on the wooden sword, and then she charged with all her strength.
The students who were watching felt their eyes blurred as Feng Ying crossed the distance of seven or eight meters with a "whoosh", and with the power of charging and charging, the wooden sword in her hand struck **** the head of Lan Sulong King Target. .
With a loud "Bang!", the wooden sword and the head of the target exploded into pieces.
"Oh oh oh!"
“Wow!”
Amidst the bursts of cheers and exclamations, Feng Ying tried her best to tighten her face and hide the pride on her face, and returned the training weapon with only the shield and a bare sword hilt to Fei's hand.
She also said "Sorry" in a deep voice, which made Gordon want to punch her.
However, I have to say that in the eyes of the group of students, Feng Ying's hand was so handsome. Even the little girl whose weapon was damaged had little stars of admiration in her eyes.
Just when Feng Ying could no longer hold back the raised corners of her mouth, a sneer ringing in her ears froze her expression.
Hilda, who came up behind her at some point, said sullenly: "Remember to pay back the money for damaging the training weapons and targets later."
(End of this chapter)