Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

The Frost Blade Ice Tooth Dragon, whose life had entered a countdown, took the initiative to launch an offensive.

Even in this desperate situation, the Frost Blade Ice Tooth Dragon's attacks still have a unique rhythm and rhythm.

Rather than half-crazy creatures like the Tyrannosaurus Rex, there is only crazy violence and no reason.

With a small jump, he came to the sword master and swung out two giant claws one after another.

The master swordsman turned sideways to deflect the first attack with a reverse cassock slash, and then used a piercing cut to dodge the subsequent claw attack.

Just as he got out of the way of the second claw attack, before he could adjust his movements, the whip-like giant tail of the Frost Blade Ice Tooth Dragon struck from a hidden angle.

This seemingly ordinary three-stroke attack shocked the swordsman into a cold sweat. The attack rhythm of the tail attack was obviously faster than the previous two claw attacks.

This guy is consciously changing and cheating. Ordinary flying dragons will never have this awareness.

He drew Iai's sword as fast as he could, then immediately unsheathed his flashing blade and passed by the incoming giant tail.

The Flying Dragon Blade [Silver] left a few inconspicuous wounds on the thick tail of the Ice Tooth Dragon's carapace, but the sword master's steps were stunned.

In this round of confrontation, the hunter is the loser.

Although he successfully used the Iai Slash to neutralize the tail blow, he had no time to adjust to the optimal sword angle and was unable to neutralize the impact of the tail blow.

His chest felt tight, his palms were cracked by severe pain, and the sword in his hand was almost thrown out.

The swordsman master quickly stabilized his pace, adjusted his posture, and raised his sword again.

After the tail strike, the Ice Tooth Dragon flapped its wings without any pause, soared into the air, and then turned over with a dexterity that was inconsistent with its huge size, and moved behind the hunter.

A large stream of extremely cold white vapor spurted out from its mouth and enveloped the hunter.

The master swordsman wielded his sword, and the blazing high-temperature dragon flames on the sword split the freezing air. He seized a gap and rushed out of the range covered by his breath before the ground was covered with frost.

The attack of the Frost Blade Ice Tooth Dragon is still continuing.

After covering a large area of ​​the ground with frost, it flapped its wings again and landed in front of the sword master who was trying to further distance himself.

He opened his mouth and let out another burst of cold air.

This fighting method of high-frequency movements and continuous breaths, let alone this old and seriously injured Icetooth Dragon, even a young and strong one has to stop and take a few breaths first.

The swordsman master understood that the Frost Blade Ice Tooth Dragon was finally in a hurry.

Wanting to squeeze out the remaining physical strength at once, he pressed him to death on this piece of frost-covered snow.

But similarly, as long as he survives this last wave, maybe this old guy will fall without taking action.

After rolling sideways to avoid the incoming breath, the sword master pointed his sword forward and stepped back to prepare for the attack.

In fact, he knew very well that there was a better way to handle this situation.

The photophobia of the eyes is one of the weaknesses of the Ice-Tooth Dragon. Just a flash bomb can easily interrupt the Ice-Tooth Dragon's final attack.

Once he was stunned by the bright light and fell down, the last force of his strength was deflated, and the old ice-toothed dragon would probably never be able to get up again.

But he wasn't going to do that.

Pretentious? Irrational? Or some degree of empathy? Maybe both.

Leader, Commander, Mecca, Wilderness. The companions who fought side by side retired one by one and left the front line. Only he, regardless of dissuasion, always stayed at the forefront of the battle against monsters.

Dying gloriously in a duel with a powerful monster was the ending he had prepared for himself.

But he couldn't accept being bitten by a mosquito from behind during a fierce battle, leaving him paralyzed and dying.

Perhaps for monsters, there is no concept of "honor".

Cool titles like "The Last White Knight" were just imposed on this guy by the meddlesome young hunters.

Only he saw his own shadow in this old dragon.

"You just like to think too much when you get older." The swordsman master laughed at himself and said, "Come on, let's give the final blow."

Even if we die together and are buried in the ice field, it seems pretty good, just think of returning to our hometown.

Putting aside all worries and distractions, the sword master swung his sword forward.

"Roar!"

The Frost Blade Ice Tooth Dragon also let out a final roar, opened its huge mouth, and raised its frost fangs to attack.

The sword energy and freezing energy crisscrossed each other, and the sharp blades collided with the claws.

Giving up on defense, he allowed the sharp claws of the Frostblade Icetooth Dragon to tear open his breastplate, leaving several scratches of flesh and blood on his chest. The swordsman master turned into an afterimage and turned forward with his blade.

Air blade giant whirlwind.

This sword slashed from the Frost Blade Ice Tooth Dragon's neck to its chest.

It formed a staggered cross with the wound that was still bleeding from the previous air blade cut.

Another large amount of blood spurted out.

This sword took away the last strength of the Frost Blade Ice Tooth Dragon, and it fell heavily to the ground.

The old Icetooth Dragon roared and struggled, trying to support its body with its front paws, but no matter how hard it tried, it could not stand up again.

The sword master, who was also seriously injured, leaned on his body with his scabbard and came to the Frost Blade Ice Tooth Dragon.

He also had a pair of paralysis traps and several capture tranquilizer bombs in his luggage.

The leader of the third group asked him to capture the Frost Blade Ice Tooth Dragon if there was a chance, and the people from the fourth group would be responsible for transporting it.

On the one hand, this is done for research, and on the other hand, it can be put into the arena to accumulate combat experience for young hunters.

"Do you want to live a little longer?" The swordsman master said to himself, regardless of whether the old Ice-toothed Dragon understood it or not.

"Anesthetic bombs can slow down blood circulation, and there are recovery honeybugs seen nearby, which can help you stop bleeding, so you have a chance to continue to live."

He stared into the Ice Tooth Dragon's eyes, trying to find a hint of pleading or nostalgia for life.

Unfortunately not.

As the blood continued to spurt out, it lost the power to even move its limbs.

Realizing the inevitability of death, the old Ice-toothed Dragon, which had survived in the ice and snow of the eternal frost for countless years, became calm.

Staring at the equally old hunter.

The swordsman master smiled in relief and put the sword into its sheath, but did not take out the paralysis trap.

"Forget it, instead of living locked in a cage, I might as well see you off in this snow." He sat down cross-legged next to the Ice-toothed Dragon.

After waiting quietly for a few minutes, the blood flowing in the neck wound gradually froze, and the impressive pair of ice blue pupils also expanded.

Eventually it completely lost its vitality.

The swordsman master sat quietly alone for a while. Suddenly, he felt dizzy.

The last claw of the Ice Tooth Dragon is not light.

The rush, fighting, blood loss and the low temperature of the environment made him feel a little out of breath.

He took out two bottles of recovery medicine and one hot drink from his luggage, drank it slowly, and rested against the body of the old Icetooth Dragon for a while before the dizziness subsided little by little.

But the weakness caused by blood loss and physical exhaustion is not so easy to recover from.

He looked down at the badly damaged armor of the female fire dragon, and then at the body of the Frost Blade Ice Tooth Dragon.

The swordsman was lost in thought.

"Well, maybe it's time to try new equipment after a long time? But it's a bit dangerous to let me peel off the materials and drag them back across the mountains and ridges with this old skeleton.

Hey hey hey, just trouble the young people once in a while. "

The swordsman master took out a signal bomb from his bag, pointed it into the air, and sent out a distress signal.

Then he wrapped himself in a cold-proof cloak, changed into a more comfortable position, lay down next to the old Icetooth Dragon again, and burrowed into the thick hair.

"Just try harder for a while."