Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

The overly dense tree canopy blocked the sunlight, making the light in this forest particularly dim.

Hayata half-crouched down.

On the ground in front of her, there were several arm-long black thorns, which were nearly halfway into the ground, and there were some residual blood nearby.

Obviously, a hunt had taken place here.

Hayata dipped her finger in some semi-coagulated blood, twisted it, and sniffed it under her nose.

"The bloodstains were left for less than a day, it should be nearby, Xianglan, be alert, keep an eye on my back, Sophia, you come closer to me."

"Meow meow."

"Okay."

Hayata took a little thorn fragment and put it into the guide insect cage. The guide insect flashed, but did not start navigating.

This is the first time that a monster like the swift dragon has been discovered in the New World. The investigation level is very low, and the guide insect is not familiar with their breath. It is not easy to extract enough trace specimens for the guide insect to start guiding.

There is a high probability that they have met the target before that.

Hayata stood up.

She used at least half of her attention to be alert to the treetops with lush branches and leaves.

This dark and dense forest is the favorite environment of swift dragons. They are used to ambush in the shadows of trees and sneak attack intruders.

The special claws and toes and the agility of cats allow them to easily climb up trees and move flexibly between treetops and even branches.

This is difficult for other types of flying dragons to do.

The forest was silent, the chirping of insects and birds disappeared, and even the sound of the wind stopped.

Is it coming?

Hayata stopped, turned around and looked up at the crown of a giant tree behind him.

Swift dragons like to sneak attack from behind, and are particularly good at attacking from top to bottom. Combining the two, this should be the attack angle that swift dragons prefer.

Sure enough, two points of scarlet light were faintly revealed between the huge and lush treetops.

"It's been a long time." Hayata's eyes met the two red lights, and she slowly drew her weapon, "The first hunt was in Jieyun Village, right?"

At that time, she had just joined the team, and her experience could not keep up with the rapid promotion of the level. Xianglan was still a novice hunting cat, and she didn't even dare to get close to the monsters.

Realizing that it had been discovered, the Swift Dragon used its limbs to fly out. It did not pounce directly on the target, but turned back at high speed between the surrounding tree crowns and trunks, moving around to disrupt the hunter's judgment.

The scarlet eyes dragged a light path like a meteor tail flame between the tree shadows.

This is the "Red Meteor".

Hayata did not turn her body closely following the Swift Dragon's movements. She silently put the scabbard on her waist and put the knife in.

Everything is a disruption, only the judgment at the moment of attack is meaningful.

The Swift Dragon, which was getting faster and faster, suddenly spread its wing membrane, glided to the side of Hayata, and kicked the trunk of a giant tree with its limbs. The blade-like wing blade popped out and pounced down.

It seemed to kill the hunter in two with one strike.

Hayata turned around at the same time, the tail of the sword popped out of the scabbard, and swung the blade.

The two crossed each other, and the burst of sword energy cut a series of wounds on the side of the Swift Dragon.

The Swift Dragon, which was frustrated in the first round of confrontation, roared and landed. Its superb sense of balance and limb structure on all fours helped it regain its center of gravity and did not fall.

Its sharp claws split the ground, and the Swift Dragon did not pause at all. It turned around while removing its inertia and pounced on Hayata again.

However, at this moment, a burst of strong light bloomed in the forest, directly knocking the Swift Dragon halfway to the ground.

Xianglan kicked away the stop insect cage that had just been released at her feet, and shouted with her hands on her hips, "Jump, jump, jump, jump, you leg meow!

Cricket, a Swift Meow, I'll kill you meow!"

In the scorching sun on the next wasteland, two figures wearing invisible clothes hid behind a rock platform.

Feng Ying wiped the sweat dripping from the ends of her hair and muttered in dissatisfaction: "How long will it take? Can't we start yet?"

"It's almost there! It's almost there! Right now!" Even though most of his face was covered by the multifunctional eyepiece, Alva's excited expression could not be concealed.

He sketched quickly with his hands, muttering non-stop, "So why is it dark purple? Whether it is to adapt to the high temperature of the wasteland or to hide, it should not evolve this color?

Is it a special individual with mutation, not a subspecies in the strict sense?

But ah! It is heading towards the anthill, really! Is my guess right?

The floating dragon inhales coral eggs by swallowing a lot of air. There are no coral eggs to eat in the big anthill wasteland, so the staple food of the subspecies floating dragon is indeed.

It sucked! It sucked! Sure enough! The floating dragon sucked the transport ants in the anthill, as well as the eggs and larvae to fill its stomach!

Even in completely different environments, creatures can always find a way of life that suits them!"

Feng Ying: "."

She suddenly remembered that Master Gordon once told her that Alva was a guy who would forget everything once he got too excited about research.

You can't be too polite to him, sometimes you have to be tough.

Feng Ying tried to put on a straight face, "Mr. Alva, there are only five minutes left."

"Yeah." Alva said casually, not knowing whether he heard it or not.

OK, time is up, sorry.

Feng Ying clasped her hands together and bowed.

"Mushroom, let's go! Before it is chopped up, peel off more materials, Mr. Alva will pay for it!"

"Meow meow!"

Outskirts of the Miasma Valley.

Evelyn swung the single blade in her hand, followed by a shield swing, like a hammer, smashing the dark red shield on the face of the Misty Corpse Dragon.

The sharp teeth on the edge of the shield were like a mace, tearing open the soft and sticky fungal naan covering the face of the Misty Corpse Dragon, revealing the shrunken dark yellow pupils underneath.

"giuyaaa!!!"

The Misty Corpse Dragon let out angry roars, and the miasma mixed with fungal spores gushed out from its vesicles, enveloping the hunter.

Evelyn, who was wearing a filter mask, held her breath to avoid inhaling too many fungal spores. As for the miasma, she didn't have to worry about it because she was wearing the miasma-resistant protective stone.

Seeing that the miasma was useless, the Misty Corpse Dragon turned its head and bit it, and Evelyn, who stretched out her hand quickly, turned over and dodged.

After making sure that she had firmly attracted the attention of the Misty Corpse Dragon, Evelyn turned and ran.

Liefeng, who was also wearing a filter mask, rushed over from the side. When Evelyn climbed onto the saddle and turned over, it immediately roared and accelerated, leaving the Misty Corpse Dragon far behind.

"Slow down, don't pull too far."

"Woof!"

The man and the dog led the Misty Corpse Dragon to turn left and right. When passing a narrow pass, Evelyn shouted, "Speed ​​up, rush over!"

"Roar woof!" Liefeng carried her through quickly.

Ferdie jumped down from a high place, and the hunting horn in his hand was like a long-handled sledgehammer, hitting the top of the Misty Corpse Dragon hard.

After landing and rolling to relieve the force, he swung out a burst of high-frequency waves, which shocked the Misty Corpse Dragon's brain and slowed down its pace.

Evelyn took this opportunity to turn around, released her flying claws, and flew onto the side of the Misty Corpse Dragon's face.

He suppressed his nausea and grabbed the sticky hyphae to fix his body, then swung his claws hard at the exposed eye sockets of the Misty Corpse Dragon.

The Misty Corpse Dragon subconsciously tilted its head.

Evelyn seized the opportunity, put the catapult against the eyeball of the Misty Corpse Dragon, and pulled the trigger hard.

Several dragon-killing stones mounted on the catapult shot out.

The black and red dragon attribute energy burst out, and the stimulated Misty Corpse Dragon screamed and rushed forward a few steps, crashed into the rock wall at the edge of the pass, and fell over with a howl.

Evelyn, who fell to the ground, jumped up and turned around and ran with Ferdie who put away the hunting horn.

At this time, several figures flashed out from the hiding places on both sides of the pass.

"Armor-penetrating grenade!" Ansir roared.

Four heavy crossbows roared at the same time, and the armor-piercing grenades shot out accurately hit the head of the Misty Corpse Dragon, and the spikes on the bullets were deeply wedged into it.

"Change the bullet! Prepare to eject!"

Several heavy crossbowmen raised the muzzle synchronously and filled the barrel with Lv3 diffusion bombs.

"Send fire!"

Amid the continuous explosions, the blazing flames enveloped the body of the Misty Corpse Dragon.

Following closely, the second and third rounds of continuous bombing followed.

The residual flames and high temperatures spread along with the explosion wind cleared the nearby diffused miasma.

In the light of the fire, Gale smiled and filled another Lv3 diffusion bomb into the barrel of the Molten Mountain Dragon Heavy Crossbow.

"Ha! It's nice to occasionally play the role of a heavy crossbow user and have a wild bombardment!

By the way, can this mold be burned clean?

Corpse Dragon! Hurry up and change me back to your original appearance!"