Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Seeing that the distance between the red-armored beast and Anshir was rapidly closing, Gordon let out a strange cry and hurriedly chased after it.

Archers with relatively light armor are very vulnerable when facing monsters at close range. It is the duty of fellow swordsmen to protect them and prevent monsters from approaching.

Gordon was really worried that Anshir would be injured by the attack of the red-armored beast. Thinking in another way, it was hard for him to imagine how a heavy crossbowman who was carrying a heavy ballista and had difficulty walking could avoid the red-armored beast rolling at high speed. The impact of the armored beast.

The distance between the two was less than 30 meters, and at the rolling speed of the red armored beast, it was too late to fold and store the lifting crossbow to escape!

However, Anshir didn't look panicked at all. As a heavy crossbowman who has been hunting alone all year round, if he couldn't even handle this small scene, he would have died in the mouth of a monster long ago.

Removed a large magazine from the armed belt in a way so smooth that people could barely see the movement. After replacing the magazine and pulling the bolt to load the crossbow, the red armored beast had already approached less than ten meters ahead. place.

Anshir pulled the trigger resolutely, and the gunpowder smoke spread out from the mouth of the ballista, and dozens of sparks exploded on the rolling red armored beast, and the speed of the red armored beast dropped a bit visible to the naked eye.

He used lv3 shotgun ammunition, which is surprisingly powerful at close range. Since the magazine is heavy and this exploration mission is not focused on combat, he only brought one magazine.

But that's enough.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Anshir pulled the trigger one after another, and a large piece of fine shrapnel shrouded the red armored beast like a torrential rain. While constantly slowing it down, Anshir was also slowly moving to one side.

When the red-armored beast came to him, the rolling speed had dropped to an acceptable range, and Anshir easily avoided the rolling collision with a light side-sliding step.

Gordon, who was running wildly, also slowed down and breathed a sigh of relief.

After exchanging glances with Anshir, he pushed up again, and stopped in front of the red armored beast that stopped rolling and unfolded its body to resume its crawling posture, so that the former could adjust its position.

The attacks failed one after another, and the scarlet armored beast, which was wounded all over, shook its fat body, and then lay down.

Gordon, who had already rushed to the red armored beast and was about to draw his sword to slash, turned his head and ran back immediately when he saw the pretense.

No matter what kind of monster it is, whether it is familiar or unfamiliar, as long as you see it making some strange movements, you must immediately distance yourself-this is most likely the monster's preparation before some special attack.

It turns out that it is.

As the red-armored beast lay down, a large stream of khaki-yellow foul-smelling gas spurted out from the glands in its abdomen. Gordon, who had already moved a few meters away, immediately held his breath, and at the same time retreated further to avoid those diffused gas.

Even so, Gordon still felt a slight numbness in his limbs, which made him a little scared.

These yellow gases are obviously not just a bad smell, but also contain paralytic toxins!

The red-armored beast was obviously tired after spraying out the paralyzing stench, and sticky saliva slowly dripped from the corners of its long and narrow mouth.

Because the paralyzing gas hadn't dissipated, Gordon didn't dare to approach it for a while, but Anshir, who had adjusted his shooting position, didn't have such concerns.

One after another, the crossbow bullets were accurately and rhythmically nailed into the damaged part of the scarlet armored beast's carapace. The scarlet armored beast roared, trying to get close to the shooter to fight back, but Gordon stopped him every time.

The giant scissors in Gordon's hand were also not vegetarian, one after another deep slash wounds appeared on the weak and broken carapace of the red armored beast, and the flowing blood was taking away its physical strength every second.

Ever since he found that Anhill's shooting was extremely accurate, and he never accidentally injured himself, Gordon no longer deliberately gave up his shooting position. Anyway, the former can always find a suitable shooting gap.

This kind of behavior in front of other shooters might cause them to curse, but Anshir raised the corner of his mouth.

In his view, this is the performance of Gordon's trust in his shooting skills.

The big sword makes frontal suppression, pulls the monster, and the heavy crossbow makes long-range shooting, severely injuring the target. With the tacit cooperation between the two, which is not like the first cooperation, the red armored beast is getting weaker and weaker.

The only thing that caused them a little trouble was the red armored beast's long tongue that was also covered in paralyzing toxin saliva.

This tongue can actually shoot out more than ten meters away, almost hitting Anshir who had no time to adjust his position.

Fortunately, Gordon reacted quickly enough. Before the long tongue was stuck to Anshir's wrist armor, and before he could pull it back, he raised his sword and cut off the red armored beast's long tongue by the root, resolving this small crisis. .

With the last weak neigh, the red armored beast fell in front of the two of them.

Pig Chop scratched its ears in confusion, it felt like it couldn't even find a chance to make a move, how could the battle be over?

"Are you going to peel it or I'll peel it off. Let me declare in advance that I'm not lucky." Gordon asked with a smile as he flicked away the blood stained on the giant scissors.

"You come here." Anshir's tone was obviously much more casual than before.

With a disgusted expression on his face, he wiped the wrist armor covered with the sticky saliva of the red-armored beast with a towel, while muttering in a low voice, "Anyone who wants this guy's material will stink to death!"

Gordon shrugged. He didn't care about the smell of monster materials. Although he didn't plan to use the materials of the red-armored beast to make any equipment, it would be good to sell some money.

The carapace, claws and so on of the red armored beast can be sold for hundreds of gold.

After collecting the materials, Gordon walked towards Anshir, and said with a smile, "Master, how much ammunition is left?"

Anshir didn't care about Gordon's joking address, and threw the dirty towel into the lava lake aside, glanced at the magazine on his armed belt, and said:

"The shotgun and armor-piercing grenade are all used up. There is also a penetrating bullet magazine and a paralyzing bullet magazine. Usually there are still a lot of bullets, which is enough to fight another battle of the intensity just now."

"You carry all kinds of special ammunition, but what's the matter with only one magazine?" Gordon complained in confusion.

"For testing ballistics. Under the high temperature environment of the volcano, the ballistics of various ammunition are somewhat different." Anshir did not perfunctory Gordon this time.

"Okay. Then shall we continue to explore and collect, or return to the village?"

"Look at you." Anshir put away the heavy ore crystal nova. "Anyway, my main purpose is to get familiar with the terrain. If you think the mine is not enough, we can collect it for a while."

Gordon stuffed his luggage and felt that there was still a lot of space and load, so he said, "Then let's collect more for a while, all come here, and the benefits are maximized."

"Okay." Anshir said he had no objection.

If any hunters who have worked with Anhill in the team saw this scene, they might be surprised - this guy is notorious for his arrogance and awkwardness, and no one has ever seen this guy so talkative.

Gordon took out the water bag and took two sips of water.

Even with the effect of cold drinks, the volcanic caves full of lava lakes are still uncomfortably hot. He took out the map and glanced at it, and suggested:

"From the corridor on the west, you can come to the surface slope of the southern foot of the volcano. It should be relatively cooler there. There are also several marked mines on the map. We can go there and have a look."

"Nanlu?"

Anshir pondered, "That guy seems to have a record of haunting that area, okay, let's go there."

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