Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Under the personal control of the Commander-in-Chief, various departments of the investigation team achieved amazing efficiency.

A series of tedious tasks such as the renovation and debugging of the airship that had been stored for many years, the preparation of combat supplies, and the arrangement of accompanying personnel were all completed in just two days.

On the morning of the third day after Gordon Fengying returned to the Star Stronghold, the airship called "Stars" by the veteran craftsmen of the second phase of the regiment set sail on the morning breeze.

Standing on the pod deck, which was transformed from the stern of the ship and was a bit fat overall, Gordon felt like he had not seen him for a long time.

He held on to the railing, overlooking the star base that was gradually receding, and couldn't help but sigh, "The stability and comfort of the airship are indeed unmatched by the pterosaur."

"Woof!"

The two toothed hounds lying on the deck grinned almost to the base of their ears.

According to the original plan, the boxes of supplies fixed around were all going to be carried to the wasteland of the Big Ant Mound on their backs.

Even if I don’t know how many trips I have to make.

Long live the airship!

Isana, who was accompanying the equipment craftsman, regretted: "It's a pity that the time is too tight, otherwise we would have to build a dragon gun. An airship without a dragon gun is incomplete!"

Do you have any misunderstanding about the concept of "empty boat"?

Feng Ying wanted to complain a few words, but looking at the black-horned dragon shield ax that had regained its luster in her arms, she chose to shut up.

Whatever the master craftsman says, that’s what it is!

The number of people who set off with the airship was not small. In addition to Gordon and their editor partners, as well as Isana, the accompanying craftsman, there were also several teams of young hunters with good skills.

The cycle of this battle is unprecedentedly long, and the upper level hunters alone cannot sustain it.

Fortunately, riding a pterosaur on the body of a molten mountain dragon to destroy it does not require too much hard power, but more tests the courage of the hunters.

In front of the "Brave" and "White Wind", bragging about one's own strength will be a bit embarrassing, but when it comes to courage, no young man who has the strength to be promoted to three or four stars will feel that he is timid.

They were even generally a little excited - excited about being about to participate in the battle against the ancient dragon species.

When we were in the Old Continent, the guild kept a tight seal on information related to the ancient dragon species, but after joining the investigation team and coming to the New Continent, we would still be able to learn more about it.

I didn’t expect that I would have the opportunity to do it!

Looking at the young hunters chattering in groups on the deck, Gordon couldn't help but think back to his younger self.

No, I shouldn't be considered "old" if I'm still two months short of thirty, right?

After a few words of self-deprecation in his mind, Gordon said loudly: "Hurry up and rest. Once the battle starts, you won't have so much time!"

After saying that, he left the deck and went down to the cabin.

The young hunters laughed and laughed in response from behind.

"Yes! Mr. Gordon!"

"Sister Feng Ying, the brave man is much more powerful than you, please study more!"

"How presumptuous! I want to call you 'the leader of the fifth period'!"

"roll!"

Due to her size, Feng Ying found it difficult to establish a dignified image in front of her peers. She followed Gordon and came to the cabin angrily.

The cabin was filled with supplies, and there was even little room to stay.

Pork Chop was sticking his butt out and burying his head in tinkering with a batch of wooden barrels. These were all semi-finished bomb barrels. As for the most dangerous work of installing lead wires, he had to wait until he arrived at the camp in the Big Ant Mound Wasteland.

"How's the progress?" Gordon walked over and asked.

The pork chop with thick black eyes emerged from under a wooden barrel, "It's almost done, meow, we're still almost finished, meow."

Feng Ying, who was following her, wanted to squat down out of habit, but suddenly realized that if she squatted down, she would have to look up at the pork chop. She immediately stopped her movement and instead reached out to help the pig chop dust off her body.

"How about I go up there and call a few people down to help?" Feng Ying suggested.

"Forget it, meow." Pig Chop shook his body vigorously, "This batch of gunpowder has been added with ingredients, and the triggering structure of the barrel has also been changed, meow. Let people who are not familiar with these come in. If it explodes, we will release it together. Fireworks meow.”

"Add ingredients."

Looking at the rows of wooden barrels in the dim cabin, Feng Ying shuddered, "Aren't these all those dragon-killing carbons?"

"How is it possible, meow? Where do you get so many materials, meow? These are just relatively powerful explosive barrels, meow."

"What's the bigger method?" Gordon asked cautiously.

Pig Chop raised his face, bared his fangs and showed a dangerous smile, "Please stop thinking about using a knife to detonate meow, people will be dead, meow."

Riding a pterosaur, hovering nearly a thousand meters in the sky.

At this height, most types of monsters will turn into inconspicuous dots, but the Lava Mountain Dragon, which is more than 250 meters long, still occupies a large area of ​​sight.

It walked slowly on the Gobi Desert, each step was heavy and steady, and its movements seemed to have been slowed down countless times.

But only in this way can we balance that huge body like a mountain.

"It's so big!" The huge helmet made Gale's shouts become louder and louder.

Anhil squinted his eyes as he looked at the astonishing giant beast below. He had long been accustomed to someone's dirty talk and had learned to ignore it.

As long as he didn't act careless in front of his daughter, he didn't bother to correct anything.

"Ji Ga, Ji Ga!"

A harsh and unpleasant chirping sound came, and several acid pterosaurs flapped their wings and circled around them.

Just like Laoshanlong is surrounded by a large group of snake dragons and velociraptors waiting for a bargain, Laoshanlong is also surrounded by a large number of acid pterosaurs and ring pterosaurs.

When they see other creatures flying in the sky, they come up to see if there are any bargains to be found.

"Gah——!"

Above the heads of the hunters, the acid pterosaurs, which were carefully raised and cultivated by the survey team and were much larger and stronger than their wild counterparts, roared back without fear.

If they weren't controlled by the hunters, they would even want to rush into the wild pterosaurs and kill them.

A few years ago, the Gordons and the others spent a lot of effort to bring back several acid pterosaurs from the Grand Canyon and have bred a small tribe.

Nowadays, these huge and ferocious acid pterosaurs have replaced the docile walking pterosaurs and become the first choice for many survey team hunters.

Although they are unruly and difficult to train and control, as long as they are beaten a few times and subdued, they are indeed more useful than the docile pterosaurs.

He is fast, strong and courageous. If he were surrounded by wild acid pterosaurs, he would probably panic.

The roar of the acid pterosaurs failed to drive away their greedy wild kin.

Naturally, wild pterosaurs would not dare to attack these two strong acid pterosaurs, but they wanted a piece of the pie.

That's right, in the eyes of these low-IQ wild pterosaurs, the hunter hanging under the body of the acid pterosaur is the prey captured by the latter. They can swarm them when they are not prepared, and they may be able to snatch a leg or something.

"Tsk." Gale smacked his mouth irritably.

The left hand stabilized the sling that controlled the acid pterosaur, and the right hand took the black feather crossbow from behind with one hand, and unfolded the crossbow with a flick of the arm.

The crossbow shells had been loaded in advance, and when the trigger was pulled, a series of penetrating shells flew out, and the wild pterosaurs hovering around suddenly let out bursts of screams.

Two of them were seriously injured by the rapid-fire penetrating bullets on the spot, and fell down with a howl. The roar of the crossbow shells scared the remaining ones and fled in all directions.

"Done!" Gale put away the light crossbow and glanced proudly at Ancil not far away.

Can't you fire a heavy crossbow with one hand? Hahahaha.

Even if he couldn't see it, Anhil, who could guess Gale's expression, laughed, "Who are you winking at while wearing that helmet?"

"You are jealous!"

"Cut the nonsense! Descend!"