Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

The male fire dragon, which avoided Gordon from under him, stretched its neck and opened its huge mouth, and bit it.

Gordon, who hadn't fully stood still, immediately swooped to dodge, and the "click" sound of his huge mouth closing sounded behind his ears, and the sulphurous stench made the hair stand on end.

After rolling up as fast as he could, Gordon looked up at the dagger-like fangs of the male fire dragon, his eyes narrowed slightly.

If bitten by this guy, the monster bird suit might not be able to withstand it.

The frequency of the firing of the ballista from afar was significantly accelerated. This was Anshir's attempt to divert the attention of the male fire dragon and buy Gordon a chance to breathe.

One after another, the frozen bombs hit the back of the male fire dragon, and blossomed ice flowers.

The male charmander hated this cold feeling very much. The continuous low temperature would make its body stiff and numb. It turned its neck angrily and turned its gaze to Anshir.

Gordon took the opportunity to drink a bottle of recovery medicine, threw away the bottle, and immediately swung his big sword and slashed at the male fire dragon.

It is absolutely impossible to let the male fire dragon be really attracted to Anshir. As a swordsman, it is the most basic duty to firmly drag the monster in place.

There was no time to use the charged slash, so Gordon launched a combo of vertical slashes combined with horizontal slashes and upward slashes.

With the effect of inertia, the speed of swinging the big sword gradually increased, and in a blink of an eye, several wounds that were not deep and not shallow were left on the thighs and tail of the male fire dragon, and dark red blood oozes out.

The male fire dragon let out a painful roar.

Anshir also paused the offensive at the right time, folded and stowed the heavy crossbow, and began to transfer.

Doing so seems like taking off your pants and farting, but in fact, a shooter who frequently shifts his shooting position is indeed not so easy to arouse the "hatred" of monsters.

No one can tell why this is, maybe most monsters have poor memories

As soon as Anshir's support shooting stopped, Gordon immediately felt the pressure increase a lot when the fire dragon's attention was fully focused on himself.

However, this didn't make him feel flustered. On the contrary, he even enjoyed the subtle pleasure brought about by the surge of adrenaline under the full concentration of his mind.

Just like when he hunted the big wild boar king alone, he grew up quickly under pressure.

Slightly short, he dodged the blow of the male fire dragon and flicked his tail occasionally, and counterattacked with a horizontal cut, leaving a scar near the former's knee joint.

Gordon felt that he seemed to have mastered the trick that Amos taught them at that time, using a small range of movements to dodge monster attacks.

To put it bluntly, this is a pre-reading technique to predict the next action of a monster through the details of its actions.

If the monster's attack range is not large, there is no need to use large movements such as rolling and flying to avoid, and small sideways, short bodies, etc., will have much smaller flaws.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he once again got under the Xionghuolong. Here, similar small-scale dodging skills can be better applied and practiced.

The sound of heavy ballista firing sounded again, and Anshir had adjusted his shooting position and returned to the battle.

The male fire dragon's attention was divided again, so Gordon began to take the initiative to increase the difficulty for himself, or in other words, changed the fighting style.

The offensive and defensive advances and retreats have changed from the previous conservative to the current active offense.

Anshir, who continued to shoot support from a distance, was keenly aware of the change in Gordon's combat style. He took his eyes away from the scope, and after observing for a few seconds, he raised his eyebrows.

It stands to reason that it would be a headache for the shooter if the swordsman changed the attack rhythm without authorization, but he didn't think so.

He could see that Gordon seemed to be "experimenting" something. This guy was using the male fire dragon as a whetstone to try out new fighting techniques!

Anshir chuckled and raised his spirits.

With his proud personality, he will never be bothered by his teammates becoming stronger, or feel that it is difficult to cooperate. In his opinion, anyone who thinks this way is a mediocre person who can't stand on the stage.

The swordsman fights more aggressively and pulls the monster's "hatred" more firmly. Doesn't the shooter happen to be able to fire more recklessly?

What? Do you think the swordsman has affected your shooting? Can't the monster move around?

There's only one reason to think so, and that's your own shit

Anshir, who had never doubted his shooting skills, replaced the magazine with a water-cooled bullet, and emptied the magazine at a far faster shooting speed than before.

Seeing that the male fire dragon's attention was still firmly attracted to Gordon under it, Anshir's movements became faster.

Replace the empty magazine of the water-cooled bomb and replace it with a frozen bomb.

Frost-white crossbow bullets shot out like meteors one after another, blasting ice flowers on the wet body of the male fire dragon. Under the effect of low temperature, the water left by the water-cooled bombs began to freeze, and the red and black back of the male fire dragon was suddenly covered with ice flowers. Layer of hoarfrost.

"Hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!"

Its attention turned to Anshir again.

And Gordon, who had been mentally prepared when he noticed that the ballista was firing more and more quickly, also smiled at this time. He took up the big sword without hesitation, and entered the posture of accumulating power.

Not waiting for the power to be fully accumulated, seeing the male fire dragon walking and preparing to turn around, he roared and swung the big sword.

"Give it to me, come back!"

The Explosive Knife Gaina's sword head, which was shaped like a monster's hook claw, cut into the male dragon's thigh, and dragged along with the accumulation of the blade, gouging out a large piece of bloody scale.

The painful male fire dragon turned his head and stared at Gordon, his golden vertical pupils were full of bloodthirsty and ferocity.

With its wings wide open, it shook violently, and its huge body left the ground in an instant. Taking advantage of this rising inertia, the male Charmander made a movement like a falcon pounce, and grabbed Gordon with its poisonous claws.

Gordon reacted immediately and rolled to one side.

The poisonous claw passed by, but did not break through the protection of the strange bird's suit, but the venom carried on it penetrated through the gaps in the armor and touched the skin.

The burning pain and numbness spread instantly, and Gordon's breathing suddenly became rapid. He needed to detoxify, but now was not a good time to take the antidote.

——The male fire dragon is flying and floating in front of his eyes, staring at it.

Just when Gordon was about to roll over again to avoid this fatal blow, Anshir's reminder came from afar.

"Flash bomb!"

At the same time, a small ball passed over the male fire dragon's body and landed in front of its eyes.

Gordon raised his arms without hesitation, covering his eyes.

A burst of light.

The male fire dragon was hit again, flapping its wings and falling to the ground in front of Gordon.

Gordon didn't even have time to shout out his thanks, and immediately took out the antidote and poured it down. As the toxins that had invaded his body were quickly decomposed, he felt much better.

Even though the huge head, which was the dragon's weakness, was right in front of him and could be chopped off with any swing of the sword, Gordon ran away.

While he was drinking the medicine, several armor-piercing grenades had been shot from behind the male fire dragon and nailed it to the back of its head.

"Isn't the rhythm too fast!"