Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

At a time when "natural disasters" frequently occurred in the Demon Gathering Land, the professor no longer assigned tasks to the hunters and told them to conserve their energy.

The hunters were preparing themselves, maintaining their armor and weapons, and mixing ammunition.

But there were also some who were restless.

Feng Ying found the professor. She wanted to enter the Demon Gathering Land alone, hoping to get his approval.

The professor, who was analyzing and processing intelligence behind his desk, raised his eyes and stared at her deeply.

Of course, he could guess what Feng Ying wanted to do.

In terms of emotional perception, the dragon people are generally more sensitive than humans.

Not to mention that this child is also a "resonator".

The monster's every move, even a low roar, may be just a cry in the eyes of other hunters.

But in her ears, she can feel deeper emotions.

In just a few days, becoming friends with an ancient dragon sounds a bit like a fairy tale.

But in fact, in the archives of the Ancient Dragon Observation Bureau, similar situations are not so rare.

"You really think of it as a friend. If you want to go, go ahead. Be careful."

The professor did not ask her what she wanted to do. After a simple instruction, he retracted his gaze and turned his attention back to the information in his hand.

Feng Ying happily ran to the deck and called the pterosaur with a whistle.

Mushroom skillfully pulled up her trouser legs, and Amber helplessly "hummed" and prepared to jump into the sea.

It has to swim to the island.

Feng Ying gestured to Amber and asked her to stay on the boat.

As for how to find the corpse dragon, she was already familiar with it.

Instead of letting Amber swim around, it is better to take the pterosaur directly to the right place, and then walk and use the Kinsect to travel.

The pterosaur rose into the air.

A huge cloud covered the sky above the Demon Gathering Land, and the sky was dull and depressing.

Before the ancient dragons get tired of all this, it is afraid that it will not clear up here again.

"Cry——"

A sharp and long cry came from the northern sky.

The abnormal strong wind came with cold air, and large flakes of snow fell.

Another roar came from the coral land area in the east.

Lightning exploded in the clouds, shattered the snow clouds, and turned the heavy snow into heavy rain.

Then, the cold wave attacked again, turning the heavy rain into hail.

Different roars sounded from all over the Demon Gathering Land.

"Ah, it's about to start again"

Feng Ying muttered, controlling the acid pterosaur to lower the flight altitude to avoid being discovered by some irritable ancient dragon and then shot down.

After a period of low-key low-altitude flight, they finally arrived at the target area without any danger.

Feng Ying did not choose to enter directly from the entrance cave of the miasma zone.

Instead, she came to the coral land area, found a hidden crack between the coral reefs, loosened the hook hanging on the pterosaur's claws, and jumped down.

Jumping from a high place is addictive if you do it too much.

Of course, on the premise that you will not die from the fall.

Using the Kinsect to slow down, Feng Ying passed through the coral reefs stacked like giant trees, and finally landed steadily at the bottom of the valley full of bones in the miasma zone.

"Full marks!" Feng Ying raised her hands and cheered.

Unfortunately, no one applauded her, even Mushroom was busy equipping himself with a filter mask.

Feng Ying rubbed her nose awkwardly, put on the mask, looked around, and quickly confirmed her location without even unfolding the map.

"Let's go to that guy's nest first."

"Okay."

Mushroom landed on all fours and ran at full speed. Feng Ying also threw out the Kinsect, leaping and moving with the help of the silk, and moving forward at a rapid speed.

Passing through some narrow passages that might not be recorded on the map, it didn't take too long for them to come to the cave where the corpse dragon's nest was located.

The dense miasma area is not suitable for high-speed movement. Feng Ying jumped to the ground and slowed down her pace. "Using a big skull as a nest, that guy's taste is really unique."

Mushroom also stood up, "In fact, we plunderers often use bones to make tents. They are strong and safe."

"Is there such a saying? Don't you think it smells?"

"Where in the miasma area is there a place that doesn't smell?"

"That's right."

The man and the cat chatted casually.

They crossed the miasma with a clear direction, and the huge skull of astonishing size soon appeared in front of them.

Feng Ying stopped.

Looking at the spider-web-like entangled mycelium on the skull of the Molten Mountain Dragon, she couldn't help but sigh, "How can hair grow on bones that are almost petrified? It seems that the guy has succeeded."

Unlike Feng Ying's ease, Mushroom seemed a little nervous, and his pointed ears kept turning, alert to the dangers that might emerge in the thick fog around him.

Not seeing the figure of the corpse dragon, Feng Ying raised her voice and shouted twice.

The voice echoed in the empty cave until the echo faded away, and there was no response.

"Not at home?" Feng Ying muttered to herself.

Mushroom looked at her, "Are we going to find it? Or retreat?"

Feng Ying thought for a while, "We have come all the way here, so let's go find it."

As she said that, she took some hyphae and spore sac tissue from the skull of the Molten Mountain Dragon and stuffed it into the guide insect cage.

The guide insects quickly responded, flying out in groups, turning into fluorescent blue light paths, pointing to the distance.

A man and a cat followed the guidance of the guide insects and started tracking.

Soon, Feng Ying had some guesses about the whereabouts of the corpse dragon.

"This is the direction of the territory of the group of horrible claw dragons."

After recovering from his injuries and gaining new strength, did he seek revenge on them?

It's not surprising to think about it. Ancient dragons are generally arrogant and vengeful, and the Corpse Dragon is no exception.

The group of Claw Dragons took advantage of its serious injury and stopped it. If it hadn't intervened, it would have been killed.

It would be strange if he didn't go looking for trouble afterwards, right?

Feng Ying couldn't help but speed up her pace.

That guy can be said to be the weakest among the ancient dragons she had personally encountered. He is the shame of the ancient dragons.

His strength is almost entirely in the miasma, and his body is so weak that he doesn't look like an ancient dragon.

Let's not talk about the existence of the Earth Crying Dragon and the Giant Halberd Dragon, which are even stronger.

Take the Steel Dragon, the Flame King Dragon, the Ice Curse Dragon, which are relatively common and also rely on special abilities.

No one uses special abilities, who can you beat?

Even compared with the same race, the Corpse Dragon in the Miasma Valley is a circle bigger than you.

Shameful

Feng Ying even began to imagine the hairy Hazak, being chased by the group of Claw Dragons, and screaming "gigigigi".

"There's movement, meow!" Mushroom suddenly reminded.

Feng Ying immediately stopped, raised her shield and sword, and was on guard.

The slow footsteps came from the other side of the fog that was so thick that it was difficult to see.

Feng Ying narrowed her eyes, and the muscles of her limbs were slightly tense, ready for battle.

As the footsteps got closer and closer, several figures slowly emerged from the depths of the miasma. Feng Ying easily identified the identity of the visitors through their outlines.

They were several Claw Dragons.

Feng Ying's heart was lifted.

The Hazak came to seek revenge on the Claw Dragons, and these Claw Dragons were still alive. What does that mean?

I worked hard to grow mushrooms for you, and you are too embarrassing, right? !

Feng Ying, who was cursing inwardly, suddenly found something wrong.

The miasma was very thick, and they could see each other's outlines clearly, which meant that the distance between the two sides was very close.

The group of scorpions must have discovered her, but why didn't they attack and were still so slow?

The doubts in her heart disappeared as the group of scorpions walked out of the miasma.

Feng Ying's pupils shrank suddenly.

She finally saw clearly that those who were walking towards her were no longer scorpions, but a group of unconscious zombies.