Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Came back to his senses, Gordon waved his hands hard and shouted, telling Anshir to run quickly.

An Xier, who was always reserved and elegant like a young master on weekdays, was going crazy. He flung his hands and feet, ran faster than anyone else, and turned his head from time to time to check the distance between the general and himself.

Even with three broken legs, the General Sickle Crab still has more legs than Anshir, so the distance between them has shortened sharply, which is force majeure.

An Xier knew that the General Sickle Crab's stamina was mediocre, and such a charge wouldn't last long, but judging by the momentum of this guy, he should be overtaken and run over before it exhausted itself.

So swooping and dodging became the only option.

The strong wind from the dragon skull blew the back of his neck, and a faint fishy smell entered his nostrils. From the corner of his eyes, a huge shadow had already enveloped his back.

This is the best and last time!

An Xier exerted all his breastfeeding strength and swooped towards one side. He could almost feel the thorns on the scythe crab's carapace scratching against the soles of his shoes.

He landed heavily, the uneven rocky ground made his ribs hurt, and the heavy ore crystal nova on his back gave him another heavy blow. Anshir felt that the air in his chest was squeezed clean.

But he was still very happy, compared to being strung on the horn of the dragon skull, what are these small bumps? Although it was a bit embarrassing, at least he survived, right?

As soon as Anshir exerted force in his waist and abdomen, he jumped up from the ground.

Since you failed to kill me, it's my turn to fight back!

Anshir gritted his teeth and unfolded the heavy crossbow, ready to give the general scythe crab a shuttle in return first, but was shocked to find that the general scythe crab who had stopped charging didn't intend to turn back and fight again, but limped Drilled into a cave entrance.

Ran

Anshir couldn't help but sat down on the ground and took a long breath.

After nearly an hour of continuous high-intensity combat, he was already very tired. Now that the general has retreated, he can finally take a good rest.

Gordon trotted over, he threw a water bag to Anshir, glanced at the latter's messy armor and wounds on his body, and said with a smile: "How is it, master, is it fun to be educated by the general sickle crab? "

An Xier glanced at him sideways, ignored him, raised his neck and poured in half a bag of water in one breath, then wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

"Huh? Where's the handkerchief you never leave?" Gordon teased in pretended surprise.

"Lost it!" Anshir said angrily.

After a brief silence, the two of them laughed like crazy, making the pork chop that came together bewildered.

"How is the injury? Do you need to go back to the camp and take a good rest?" Gordon stretched out his hand and pulled Anshir up who was sitting on the ground.

"No need!" Anshir patted his dusty underwear, "It's just minor injuries, and it will be fine after drinking the recovery medicine. That guy is already at the end of his strength, let's go after the victory."

"Alright, I brought a paralysis trap, I can consider capturing it."

"Okay, I didn't bring the capture bomb, did you?"

"Uh." Gordon scratched his chin in embarrassment, "I don't seem to have one either."

Anshir \u0026 Pork Chop: "."

Noticing the idiot-like eyes of Anshir and Pig Chop, Gordon hurriedly remedied: "You can use the paralysis trap to control that guy without an anesthesia bomb, let me give it two ruthless blows with the stored power chop! "

"Huh?" Anshir suddenly narrowed his eyes.

After re-checking the number of various types of magazines on the armed belt, he said in a mysterious tone: "Perhaps, we can change the method and give it the final blow."

In the dark underground cave, the general scythe crab limped along.

Broken legs are irreversible damage to ordinary creatures, and even most types of monsters, but this conclusion does not apply to crustaceans.

Just let it rest for a few days, and the broken limbs can all grow back.

The cave it was in at this time was located deep underground, away from the lava passage, relatively cool and humid.

This is its favorite place to live. The ground is covered with bones that have been cut into pieces. After a long time, ordinary creatures dare not approach here.

However, what it didn't notice was that a small figure had sneaked in silently.

The pork chop walked cautiously on the ground, the meat balls on the soles of the feet eliminated all movement, even the general sickle crab with a keen sense of vibration could not detect its footsteps.

But it didn't touch the position too close to the general scythe crab. Instead, it opened the pair of shimmering cat pupils, carefully looked at the topography of the cave, and then retreated quietly.

Gordon and Anshir were squatting obscenely at the passageway outside the cave, waiting for the pork chop to return.

"The cave is not big, meow! There is no lava lake, the ground is pitted, and there are a lot of bones meow! It stinks meow!" The pig chop who returned to Gordon kept scratching his nose.

Gordon touched the head of the pork chop, while Anshir asked eagerly: "What about the top of the cave, are there stalactites on the top of the cave?"

"There are meow! There are so many big stalactites meow! I am afraid that they will fall directly and kill us meow!" Pig Chop nodded his head.

Anshir squeezed his fist hard, looking quite excited.

Gordon gave him a strange look, "Is this the way you said, you plan to knock down the stalactite and smash it?"

"Yes." Anshir nodded yes.

"Ugh, I thought it was going to be some kind of plan that sounded more powerful"

"The simpler the plan, the easier it is to execute. What do you think?"

"Like leading it to a lava lake, trying to make it fall in, burning it or something?"

".Is there a difference in nature?"

"Well, there is really no difference." Gordon touched his nose and motioned Anshir to explain in detail.

"The plan has two key points. One is to lure the general sickle crab under the stalactite and control it with a paralysis trap. The other is to blow up the stalactite and use the force of the stalactite to kill it."

"It doesn't sound complicated, I can be the bait." Gordon volunteered.

"Okay, then we'll do it like this." Anshir pointed to the topographic map of the cave drawn out by the pork chop on the ground with his claws: "Gordon entered first to attract the attention of the general sickle crab. Give it a sleep cut, chop off its legs, and increase the success rate of subsequent plans."

"OK."

"Pig Chop and I will follow closely, Pig Chop, will you use the paralysis trap?" Anshir looked at Pig Chop.

"I will meow!"

"Then we will hand over the paralysis trap to you. You can set it directly under the stalactite. After the pig chop has placed the trap, I will give a signal. Gordon, you should quickly move to the trap with the general sickle crab.

After the general scythe crab steps on the trap, all you have to do is run out of the cave as hard as you can, and leave the rest to me. "

"Are you sure to blow up the stalactite?" Gordon seemed a little hesitant.

"Of course." Anshir nodded earnestly, "The structure of stalactites is not dense, ordinary crossbow bombs may explode continuously, but lv3 armor-piercing grenade will definitely work.

In the batch of ammunition supplies you brought me, there are magazines for lv3 armor-piercing grenades, three of which are powerful enough. "

"Is there a backup plan?" Gordon asked out of caution.

Anshir bared his teeth like Gordon was used to, "Yes, if the plan fails, we'll kill it with swords and ballistas!"