Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

"Them?" Gordon was stunned for two seconds before reacting, "You mean"

"Well, those 'people' who are suspected to be related to taboos." The short dragon master nodded solemnly.

"Who are they?" Among the few people present, only the leader of the second group still didn't know why.

Gordon and others were still hesitating whether to reveal this information to him, but the dragon master had already spoken.

These days, he has been working very happily with the leader of the second group, and they have become somewhat of a confidant.

As for the confidentiality regulations, as one of the founders of his guild, the information coming out of his mouth is not called "leaking secrets", it is called "informing".

After listening to Long Shiren's explanation, the leader of the second group looked like his outlook had been reshaped.

"Is there such a thing? What a wonderful nature."

"So should we still get in touch with those equipment?" Hayata asked with a frown: "Those people are notifying us to try out the equipment. It always feels like a trap."

"That's not the case." Long Shiren shook his head, "'They' are very arrogant and disdain to engage in such small tricks.

Based on my understanding of those people, it is more likely that they do it for fun, like playing tricks on small animals.

It may be quite interesting for human beings' brave men to become crazy under the influence of forbidden equipment. "

"What a bad taste." Gordon snorted coldly.

Hayata grabbed his hand with a worried look on her face. Although she didn't say anything, her attitude was obvious.

I don't want him to take this risk.

The master and craftsman also had the same view, "Among this batch of equipment, there are two pieces that have a particularly strong corrosive effect on the spirit.

First, the set of red dragon armor is, after all, a complete set of armor. It completely covers the body, and its impact is naturally the most obvious.

The other item is the great sword made of brilliant black dragon horn.

Maybe it's because the brilliant black dragon is still alive? The big sword seemed alive. I tried to hold it.

Makes me feel...very bad.

If that's you, maybe you can try it, but I strongly don't recommend that you actually use that big sword.

If you are not careful, even if there is just a slight flaw, you may fall into madness. "

"How is the performance of that big sword?" Gordon did not express his attitude directly, but asked such a question.

The leader of the second phase team replied: "That big sword is also of dragon attribute. In terms of its destructive power, sharpness, dragon attribute energy intensity and other aspects, it must completely surpass the formless body [immovable] you are currently using.

However, my attitude is the same as that of Master Campbell, so please consider it carefully.

That sword was made by the master and I, so I naturally hope it can be put to use.

But that thing is indeed, a bit too evil. "

"How are you doing? Do you still want to try?" Long Shiren stared into Gordon's eyes.

As long as the latter shows any trace of worry or fear, he will give a strong order to destroy and seal the great sword.

There must be no weakness in the heart of the man who takes up that great sword.

Fortunately, Gordon's reaction satisfied him.

Although he frowned, he was just weighing the pros and cons.

After a brief silence, Gordon raised his head and said, "I'm going to try.

All the way to this day, I don’t think a mere sword can do anything to me. "

The master and craftsman sighed softly when he heard this. He had never doubted Gordon's choice when faced with this problem, so they had previously considered whether to destroy and seal this batch of equipment directly.

Who thought they would be exposed in advance by "those people"?

Hayata was extremely worried, but seeing that Gordon had already made a decision, she said nothing more and tried to keep her expression calm.

She knew very well that Gordon could not be convinced with just one or two words.

And saying things like "What will we do if something happens to you?" and "Think about Muti" will only undermine his will and only increase flaws.

"Now that you've decided, come with me." Master Long said this and walked towards the door.

Gordon nodded to the others and followed.

The master sighed again and said to Hayata: "Let's go and have a look together. With your support, we may be more confident.

Oh, by the way, your new equipment [Avalanche-Gamma] has also been built, and I just want to try it out. "

Hayata quickened her pace to catch up, but she didn't seem to hear the second half of the sentence.

Under the leadership of the Dragon Master, the group passed through several doorways guarded by guild knights and Dark Night, and entered a room deep underground.

Julius lit the kerosene lamp on the wall, illuminating the room.

This room is very spacious, about a thousand square meters, but it is empty. There is nothing except a few equipment racks covered with dust-proof cloth.

"This was originally a laboratory of the Crazy Dragon Disease Research Institute, and it was specially set aside to store these equipment." Julius, who lit the oil lamp, explained casually.

Gordon's eyes fell on the weapons rack in the center of the room.

Comparing Feng Ying's armor and the light crossbows and hand swords of several others, his sword was naturally the tallest.

"Oh? It is indeed the result of the joint efforts of two masters. I thought these equipment would always exude a dangerous and depressing atmosphere like the materials." Gordon said with a smile.

The dragon master shook his head slightly, "It has nothing to do with our craftsmanship. When these equipments are formed, the breath will automatically converge.

We can’t figure out the reason. After all, it’s equipment made from ‘forbidden’ materials, so it’s normal to have some weird features. "

"Okay." Gordon shrugged.

After this moment, he, who was a little nervous just now, has completely relaxed.

He is even a little eager to try.

"Keep this mentality." The dragon worker pulled open the cloth, revealing a hideous-looking greatsword leaning vertically on the weapon rack.

"The brilliant black greatsword [Dragon Strike], this is its name."

After saying this briefly, the dragon worker stepped aside.

This is a black and purple greatsword.

Contrary to the minimalist style of Gordon's imagination, with a hilt added under the polished dragon horn, the structure of this greatsword is very complicated.

The tip of the sword is shaped like a trident, and the sword body is divided into multiple layers. There is also a pair of curved sword guards like dragon horns near the hilt, which is full of presence.

"I'm going to start." Gordon moved his wrist.

The master winked at Julius.

The latter nodded knowingly, picked up a long stick from the side and threw it to Hayata, and then took one for himself.

If Gordon had any accident, they would immediately knock the sword out of Gordon's hand.

Gordon came to the weapon rack.

He did not carefully extend his fingers to touch the hilt of the sword as the master suggested.

Instead, he directly grabbed the hilt with both hands and lifted the greatsword from the weapon rack.

The moment his palm touched the hilt, the black and purple greatsword really "came alive".

The layered blades unfolded layer by layer, and the dark purple light shone through them. On the curved sword guard, a pair of heart-pounding purple eyes suddenly opened.

At the same time, waves of majestic dragon roars exploded from Gordon's ears, and the endless desire for destruction drowned his mind like a tsunami.

Under the erosion of this breath, the brown-black iris turned into a color like molten gold, and the pupils became slender, just like the eyes of a dragon.

"Roar--!"

In the roar of a dragon that was completely unlike a human being, Gordon carried the greatsword and took a posture of charging power.

Seeing this, the master shouted: "He's out of control! Stop him!"

Just as Hayata and Julius rushed over, Gordon suddenly released his charging posture.

He turned the blade over, with the tip facing down, and stabbed it into the ground fiercely.

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