Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter
Chapter 1572: Collective Wisdom
Opening your eyes, you will see a dense canopy of trees.
Oh no, it's not a tree crown, it's a temporary roof made of branches and leaves?
The roof of the shed is not very thick, and the sunlight shines through the gaps between the branches and leaves, leaving some double shadows.
Try to take a breath.
The humid air with the smell of earth and vegetation refreshed his spirit. Every time he took a breath, his respiratory tract and lungs burned by the high temperature were filled with spasmodic pain.
But he still couldn't help but take a deep breath.
As long as you can still breathe, it means you are still alive.
Although he was prepared to sacrifice before setting off, when the end came, he realized that he really didn't want to die.
"Meow?"
A jet-black cat face came into his sight, "Are you finally awake, Meow? It's not in vain that we worked so hard to drag you out, Meow."
Yamos tried to speak, but found that his throat felt like a handful of hot iron sand had been stuffed into his throat, and except for a slight sound of breath, he could not make any sound at all.
"Drink some of this, meow."
Huo Si handed a water bag that was a little too small for humans to Yamos's mouth and carefully poured a little in, but did not dare to pour too much.
After being in a coma for four or five days, he couldn't drink much water.
"This is a crude recovery medicine made from herbs and blue mushrooms picked nearby. I added some honey and the effect should be pretty good.
The secret medicine on you has been used up, but thanks to those ancient secret medicines, your life is still hanging on. "Huo Si put away the water bag containing the recovery potion and muttered.
Maybe it was because no one spoke for several days, so it talked a little too much, so it continued on its own:
"When the boss and I arrived, the black dragon had already left, and the guy with the shield and ax was smashed into the wall, with a lot of bones broken all over his body. It's a miracle he's alive.
You're not much better either, with scratches, burns, and your right arm was bitten off, with blood flowing all over the floor.
If he hadn't put an ancient secret medicine in his mouth in advance, he would have died long ago. "
After drinking some recovery medicine, Yamos's mind gradually became clearer and he looked at his right arm.
Sure enough, as Huokan said, everything from the shoulders down has disappeared.
The fracture must have been treated with fire by Fire Scythe and the others. It was a mess, but at least the bleeding had stopped.
This meant that he would never be able to wield the sword again, but his mood at this time was unexpectedly calm.
The swordsmanship has already found a successor. Hayata's current swordsmanship is not inferior to his, and she is still very young and has the opportunity to go further.
Yamos tried to sit up and said, "Ahu."
His vocal cords were so dry that it was difficult to make a sound, but Huo Si guessed what he was going to ask and interrupted to reply: "Ahuen is lying a few meters to your left, and he's not awake yet.
Meow. In fact, he woke up two days ago, but he refused to believe that Bika had been sacrificed. He got up yelling and said he wanted to go back to save people, but he was knocked unconscious by me.
Then we fed him some sleeping grass and let him lie down and recuperate. "
After kicking Ahhun next to him and making sure that he was still sleeping soundly, Huo Si continued to ramble:
"Ah, by the way, we are in the mountains not too far from the ancient city.
After escaping that day, I found that the camp was burned down by fire. In order to prevent that guy from coming back again, the boss and I dragged you here.
The boss went out alone to find someone to report the news, meow, and asked me to guard you here, meow.
It shouldn't be long before someone will come and take us away, meow. The injuries on your bodies also need to be taken care of by professional doctors, meow.
I'm afraid it won't be possible for you to continue being a hunter in the future, but being able to retire alive is pretty good, isn't it? "
Yamos relaxed his body and lay back on the ground.
Yes, it’s good to be alive.
Hayata also lamented to herself that she was busy with tasks and had little time to accompany and educate little Muti.
In my retirement life, maybe it would be good to help take care of the children?
"Hehehe"
A dry, hoarse laugh echoed in the forest.
The layout of the decisive battlefield is proceeding in an orderly manner.
The craftsmen of Yanhuo Village are very good at this kind of defense work. In just one day, multiple heavy artillery pieces and specially reinforced bed crossbows have been deployed.
It stands to reason that after completing their part of the work, they can retreat.
But they were unwilling to leave so early.
After discussing with the craftsmen of Balubare, they decided to lay an additional slide rail in the decisive battlefield to place the latest rapid-fire cannon.
It was difficult for Gordon to comment on the significance of this project, but Daowen chose to support it.
According to the old craftsmen, as long as the slide rails can allow the rapid-fire cannon to avoid a black dragon attack and fire one more round of shells, then the project of setting up the slide rails is completely worth it.
In order to create even a slight advantage for the hunters in the subsequent battle, these craftsmen from all over the world can be said to have worked hard.
Some people proposed to install more crossbows and turrets on the tops of nearby building ruins to increase the intensity of fire coverage. (It is available in the game, but cannot be controlled)
Someone found half of a severely deformed giant steel door from the ruins of a nearby castle, hoisted it with an airship, and placed it on the edge of the decisive battlefield to create a new barrier for the hunters.
Others proposed using airships to transport large amounts of water, pouring it on the battlefield, and mixing it with the dust accumulated over thousands of years to form mud.
This can effectively slow down the red heat and softening speed of the ground. Once the hunters are stained with dragon flames and roll down in the puddles, the flames can be quickly extinguished.
These ideas may seem inconspicuous, but they may play a key role when a crisis strikes.
Not far from the decisive battle site, in a largely complete building ruins, several groups of alchemists were working together to concoct high-density dragon-killing carbon, slime mold bombs and other special explosives.
There are even some highly respected alchemist masters among them.
Thanks to the efforts of these alchemists, a new batch of explosives will be produced almost every few hours.
As for how to use these explosives, I almost want to go bald.
They are both ancient dragons, but the intelligence of the black dragon is obviously several levels higher than that of the Yuan-swallowing dragon they dealt with a few months ago.
It is purely delusional to think of making another extremely powerful super explosive bomb and tricking the black dragon into eating it.
If anyone dares to do this, the most likely result will be that the black dragon casts a contemptuous look, then grabs the explosive bomb and throws it at the fool's head.
In this regard, the master craftsman once made such suggestions to it.
——"Taboo will only be smarter than me. If you think of a so-called 'conspiracy', think about whether this strategy can possibly deceive me. If you can't even deceive me, don't even think about it. Black dragon."
This standard almost burned the brains of the pork chop.
Deceived the master
Among all the people it knows, there is no one who can stabilize Master Campbell in terms of intelligence and strategy, otherwise he would not become an advisor respected by the great elders.
Just as it was holding its head and thinking hard, someone flicked its ears.
"What are you thinking about? I've been thinking about it for a day. If I think about it any more, I'll be as bald as my master."
Pork Chop raised his head and found Gale wandering around with a piece of dried meat in his mouth, doing nothing.
Behind her was Sandstone, who kept lifting his large shield as he walked, exercising his muscles.
Pig Chop stared at them for two seconds, then suddenly jumped up, "I understand, meow! You shouldn't compete with it for intelligence or conspiracy, meow!"
The stupidest and most violent method is the most effective method! "
"What do you mean by meow? Does it deserve a beating?"
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