Monster Hunter: I can accept monster quests!

Chapter 46 You can always trust Aibo's judgment in choosing a camp!

"That's right, meow! I want to jump high, the higher the better, meow!"

Hua Miao loudly encouraged her brother Long, who was putting all his effort into jumping high.

Unlike his younger brother Long, who despised Chen Yan, the older brother Long had a clear goal: to learn the Dragon Ascent technique that Chen Yan had used yesterday.

This put Flower Cat in a difficult position.

Ascending to the dragon, the first step is naturally to ascend, but given the dragon's ecological niche, those that are too weak cannot withstand its ascent, while those that are too strong may not be able to ascend. The genius flower cat simply takes a different approach and lets it jump high on its own.

Whether it's climbing up or jumping up, just tell me if it's up or not.

The dragon's leg muscles were indeed very developed, but that was mainly to support its tail-swinging power. For it to drag such a huge body and jump high, one jump was just as tiring as it swinging its tail seven or eight times with all its might. After only a few jumps, it was already panting heavily.

When its massive body landed again, the sand trembled, and even the flower cat teaching nearby was thrown half a meter into the air. Zhanlong, who wanted to jump again, almost collapsed to the ground.

Seeing its weakness, the cat was annoyed by its lack of willpower and jumped in front of it, roaring encouragingly. Zhanlong, panting heavily, watched the cat leaping around in front of him. Although he couldn't understand what it was meowing, he understood what the cat meant.

Yesterday, when Flower Cat used Dragon Rising, it saw it very clearly; it really did jump very high. To learn this move and defeat its younger brother, it would be worth it even if it exhausted itself.

It growled and trembled as it tried to stand up, its short, thick forelimbs stretched straight out. With its roar and that of the cat, it successfully stood up.

"Yes, that's it! Don't let your guard down, keep jumping! I don't expect you to jump a hundred or two hundred meters high, but you should at least jump thirty or fifty meters high!"

Hana-Miao had somehow tied the katana to its tail, and mimicking the Dragon Slayer, it tucked its front paws in front of its body, arched its back, and tucked its head in, stretching its two hind legs straight out on the ground, just like the Dragon Slayer.

"Look at me, look at me! Jump like me!"

The cat easily leaped three feet high, and after landing, it jumped up again. It jumped seven or eight times before it started to pant. This was with its big belly supporting it. If it didn't have those two pounds of fat, it could have jumped seventeen or eighteen times without any problem.

Zhanlong exhaled heavily, bent its legs, pressed its body down, raised its tail blade high, and squeezed out the last bit of strength to leap with all its might. Although it had used all its strength, its heavy body, exhausted, only lifted half an inch off the ground before crashing to the ground.

It opened its mouth and spewed out a puff of black smoke, vomiting up the herbivorous dragon meat it had eaten that morning, all over the cat's face.

A dragon and a cat fell to the ground at the same time.

"How about it? Want to try jumping high too?"

Chen Yan looked at his younger brother Long with anticipation, but only received an even more disdainful look in return.

Seeing that his younger brother Long had no interest in jumping and climbing, Chen Yan was now in a real dilemma.

Flower Cat was full of energy, but his Zhan Ye had no interest in anything. Was he just going to watch it get defeated by Flower Cat's brother, Dragon?

Just then, the younger brother Long suddenly turned around and hurled the enormous tail blade in front of Chen Yan.

Its tail was almost as long as its body, and its sapphire blue carapace, shaped like a giant blade, was extremely beautiful in the eyes of the swordsman Chen Yan.

Its blade is just as sharp as his katana, but the edges and corners are covered with unsightly charred impurities. If it were carefully sharpened and oiled for maintenance, it would definitely be the most beautiful tail among the Gatling gun...

It gritted its teeth at the puzzled Chen Yan, its meaning clear.

"You want me to sharpen your tail blade?"

So, when you saw Hua Miao Deng Long, you saw me sharpening my knife, right?

Chen Yan was furious, but he obediently took out the grinding stone. Well, since it didn't want to learn, Chen Yan couldn't force it to learn.

Anyway, whoever wins or loses, they both get the task rewards.

I just noticed that there seems to be a rather rare ore stuck to its tail blade. Where was it again?

Chen Yan took a palm-sized grinding stone and rubbed it hard on its tail blade. After a while, Harley also landed. She looked at Zhanlong with some fear, and then looked at Chen Yan with envy, who had scraped off a lot of good ore.

Many of the crossbow bolts she uses require rare ores to forge, and for her, the mineral impurities on the Dragon Slayer Blade are no less than a treasure trove.

Chen Yan saw through her thoughts, patted the Dragon Slayer Blade, and after she opened her eyes, he nodded toward the flustered Harley.

"She's with me, can she help you smooth your tail too?"

Harley, seeing Zhanlong's gaze sweep over her, nervously puffed out her chest, feeling like she was interviewing members of the fourth generation of the group. Just as she was anxiously waiting for the interview results, Zhanlong, who had glanced at her a few times, let out a heavy breath and closed his eyes again.

"Come on, Boss Harley, Master Zhan agrees."

Harley whispered her thanks, "Thank you...Master Zhan."

Upon closer inspection, she immediately spotted the numerous precious ores stuck to the Dragon Slayer's tail blade.

Seeing Chen Yan's rough sharpening technique, several pieces of ore were ground into dust by him. Harley, feeling sorry for him, pushed him aside and pulled out a shiny grinding stone from her pocket.

"If you can even grind it properly, then grind it. Get out of the way, get out of the way! Wow, what a huge piece of refined ore..."

Chen Yan scratched his head. Hua Miao started teaching her brother Long to jump high again, and Harley was carefully digging for treasure. He had nothing to do.

Gripping his katana, Chen Yan walked to a corner. Since he had nothing else to do, he decided to practice his swordsmanship.

...

The little horned dragon rolled around in the camp, bored out of its mind.

It wanted to destroy the house, but everything it could chew was locked in a box, leaving it with only some stone benches that it couldn't chew.

It wanted to run out and chase the fairy deer and the circling rabbit, but the path leading to and from the camp was surrounded by several fences, just in case it climbed out and was carried away by monsters, and it couldn't break through them.

If I'm sleeping, I've just woken up; if I'm eating, my stomach is full but I'm not hungry at all.

After waking up for a while and finding no one to play with, it let out a few immature roars in dissatisfaction. After barking for a while and still no one appeared, it stumbled and swayed as if it were riding a dragon chariot, shaking its head and trying to continue crashing into the thick wooden box.

Once it's broken open, it can bite into lots of chewable things.

Just as it was about to charge forward with its hind legs, it suddenly heard a strange sound coming from the gap connecting to the small waterfall.

It was a strange sound it had never heard before.

It looked like something was crawling in the stream.

It ran over and crashed headfirst into the rock wall, successfully knocking itself over. It let out a few yelping cries, and then there was a moment of silence outside, followed by louder noises.

It shook its head, gripped the rock wall with its wing claws, and struggled to stand up on its hind legs. Just as it poked its little head out, it saw a huge black shadow fiercely pounce on it.

Finally found it! That damned ceratopsian baby!

As it crashed, the entire camp began to tremble violently, but no matter how it rammed and how hard it crashed, drawing blood from its head, the chipped stone wall in front of it only shook but did not break.

You can always trust Aibo's judgment in choosing campsites!

Let alone a large mudfish dragon, even if a magma dragon came to charge, it could withstand a few hits hard, then a few hits softly, and finally a few hits that were neither soft nor hard!

The frightened baby horned and plunged headfirst into the stove, trembling.

Outside, the Mudfish Dragon roared in resentment, its one eye glaring fiercely at the little Horned Dragon whose rear end was exposed.

It thrashed about in the stream, the churning mud covering its body except for its single eye.

Wait!