Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

With the departure of the Flame King Dragon, the Flame Queen Dragon, and the Steel Dragon.

The storm that enveloped the Netherworld Valley dissipated quickly.

The crowd rode on the pterosaurs and soon arrived near the entrance.

Looking at this abyss-like rift valley, the hunters inevitably felt a little numb.

The sound of the battle in the valley had disappeared.

I don’t know whether the big explosion just now shattered the red dragon and the other two ancient dragons together, or whether there were other developments.

In any case, they must go down to the bottom of the valley as soon as possible to find out.

"We will go down first with the silver edge and look at our signal flares. Green means everything is over and it is safe. Yellow means to break in as soon as possible. Red means extremely dangerous and evacuate immediately."

After a simple order, Gordon planned to call the pterosaurs and enter the canyon.

"Wait!"

The professor quickly spoke up to stop them.

"The fire storm just now burned up the oxygen in the valley. It is too dangerous to go in now. Wait at least a few minutes."

". A few minutes, is it enough for air circulation?" Apo seemed a little worried.

The professor glanced at his flying hair. "The high temperature expands the air in the valley, and the oxygen is burned out, so the surrounding air will quickly refill.

So even when the storm stops, we can still feel the strong wind when we stand at the entrance of the valley."

As he spoke, the professor adjusted his multi-functional eyepiece and stared into the darkness deep in the rift valley. "Moreover, the temperature in the valley is dropping much faster than I expected.

The only explanation for this phenomenon is that the Ice Curse Dragon is not dead yet.

High temperature and fire are its weaknesses. For its own survival, it is desperately releasing cold air to cool the environment, which is good for us.

At least the hunters don't have to fight in that high-temperature oven-like environment."

Gordon looked at the bottom of the valley.

He was somewhat glad that the professor and the others followed him. If it were only hunters like them, they would definitely not have considered so much.

He rushed in as soon as possible.

After waiting anxiously for a few minutes, the wind near the entrance of the rift valley gradually weakened.

Gordon looked at the professor, who nodded at him.

Gordon and his men, who had already prepared for the assault, immediately controlled the pterosaurs and began to descend and break in.

The battle to induce the ancient dragons to besiege the red dragons has ended, and there is no need to continue hiding.

In addition to the slight advantage of concealment, the speed and safety of using ropes for rappelling are far inferior to those of specially trained pterosaurs.

The flexibility is also poor. Once the opponent finds it, they can't even hide from it by using long-range means such as breath.

The pterosaurs are much more convenient. In less than a minute, they landed at the bottom of the valley.

The ground that was continuously burned by the dragon flames was still dark red, and the air around was stuffy, but it was barely able to breathe normally.

The temperature was half cold and half hot, just like hot water that had just been poured into ice cubes.

Feeling the direction of the cold air, the hunters ran at full speed.

Hundreds of meters away, in the vast area that was the main battlefield of the ancient dragons.

The scene was very tragic.

Nearly 10,000 square meters of flat open space became bumpy in the previous fire storm, and even the ground was cut down by several meters.

At the edge, the pitch-black Nergigante had lost its life and fell to the ground motionlessly.

Under the protection of the frost and ice armor, the Ice Curse Dragon was still alive.

But it was only alive.

The gorgeous and thick ice armor had long been melted, and the azure blue shell of the glass was completely shattered, revealing the flesh and blood underneath that was burned black by the high temperature.

One wing was completely gone, and blood was flowing from the broken limb.

Obviously, it was not the red dragon that caused these injuries, but the fire storm created by the steel dragon and others.

They only considered burning the red dragon to death, and the safety of the two temporary united front "companions" of the Nergigante and Ice Curse Dragon was not within their consideration.

But this is not surprising, there is no so-called friendship and cooperation between them, and there is even hatred between them.

If the red dragon can be buried with them, the three ancient dragons that have left will not hesitate at all.

And in the center of the open space.

It was the red dragon that still exuded an unparalleled presence even when its aura had fallen to the bottom.

It looked equally miserable, with scarlet scales covering its body, and marks of cracks and burnt black.

Several of the sharp spines on its back, which were more than a person tall, were broken.

Its wide wings were full of holes, and one of its dragon horns had disappeared. Through the broken shell of its head, one could even vaguely see its skull.

The air was filled with a smell of burnt food that made one lose appetite.

This guy was almost half-cooked.

If it were any other large monster, or even an ancient dragon, it would not be surprising if it died in the next second with such an injury.

But its aura was still compelling.

The red dragon slowly absorbed the last bit of energy from the surrounding environment and barely recovered its ability to move.

It forced open the only golden dragon eye left, staring at the ice curse dragon that was lying on the ground and breathing weakly.

It took heavy steps and walked towards the latter step by step.

Realizing the danger, the Ice Curse Dragon struggled to stand up, but it was too weak and fell back to the ground halfway through.

The Red Dragon did not give it a chance to try again. It opened its huge mouth full of fangs and suddenly stretched its head out to bite the Ice Curse Dragon's slender neck.

Knowing that it could not escape the fate of death, the Ice Curse Dragon's eyes flashed with madness. With its last bit of strength, it swung its broken ice blade tail and stabbed it into the Red Dragon's chest.

The scales that became brittle under the burning of high-temperature flames could not stop such a stab. The blade tail sank several meters and might even have pierced the Red Dragon's heart.

But the Red Dragon seemed to feel no pain at all, and continued to bite its huge mouth tightly.

With a crisp sound of "snap--", the Ice Curse Dragon's cervical vertebrae were bitten off. After a twitch, the light in its eyes dimmed and it completely lost its vitality.

The light of energy flowed like water, flowing along the Red Dragon's fangs and pouring into its body.

In just a few seconds, its intermittent breathing became steady and powerful again, and the momentum of "taboo" was constantly climbing.

The hunters who were running at full speed rushed through a corner and came to the scene.

The scene in front of them shocked them.

Without any hesitation, Ansir deployed the heavy crossbow at the fastest speed and slid down on one knee to stop.

Without time to aim carefully, he pulled the trigger hard.

With a dull bang, the pre-loaded supernova flew out of the barrel, cutting a line of fire in the air and accurately hitting the head of the red dragon that was rapidly absorbing the energy of the Ice Curse Dragon.

A huge golden-red fireball exploded.

The supernova once again demonstrated its super power that far exceeded any conventional crossbow bullet.

Even the huge red dragon could not help but tilt its head back by this huge fireball with a diameter of more than 20 meters.

Let go of the body of the Ice Curse Dragon and staggered back a few steps.

The process of absorbing energy was interrupted not long after it began. The red dragon, who had only had time to recover a small part of his injuries, slowly turned his head.

The moment his eyes met the golden dragon's pupils.

The terrifying momentum that could freeze the soul, which he had only experienced once when facing the "Forbidden Skull", surged over.

However, this is enough to make ordinary people fall into crazy fear in an instant, and it can't even stay in his heart for a moment.

Gordon cracked his mouth.

He is no longer the same person as before.

Pull down the armor.

The breath mixed with the domineering power of the World-annihilating Dragon rose like a flame, confronting the "Dragon King".

The voice with a strange echo came from behind the mask of [Crazy Pattern].

"Send a signal flare, the ancient dragons retreat, and it's our turn next."

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