Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Gail and Ansil rode on the pterosaur and jumped onto the battle platform.

"Quick! Quick! That guy is coming!"

Looking at Gail's excited look, Gordon and the others knew that the trap set by the pig chop had a good effect.

"Boom!"

The black dragon chasing behind them had broken wings and could not maintain a normal flying posture. It smashed into a section of the moss-covered ancient covered bridge and landed, or fell on the battle platform.

The golden dragon's eyes were full of anger.

The source of the anger was not only because of the "gift" prepared by the hunters for it, which hurt it badly, but also because of the location of the battle site.

After the craftsmen headed by Dao Wen confirmed that this platform would be the battle site, everyone discovered it.

On this platform, traces of thorns and dragon claws scratching can be seen everywhere, and scale fragments and dandruff are scattered everywhere.

According to the judgment of scholars such as Alva, this platform is very likely the nest of the black dragon.

In other words, they set up the battle site in the opponent's bedroom.

No wonder this guy was so angry.

Facing the nest that was "remodeled" into a mess and filled with all kinds of strange smells, the black dragon raised its upper body and stabilized its body with its thick hind legs.

The violent dragon roar raised an invisible air wave, and together with the terrifying momentum that seemed to crush the soul, it swept towards the hunters who were waiting in full battle array.

"Roar--!"

"Roar!"

Ted roared back unwillingly, as if he felt that his voice was not loud enough, he pulled the trigger directly and triggered the dragon cannon.

"Boom boom!"

At this distance, the damage of the dragon cannon was almost zero, but the deafening sound of the cannon largely dispelled the oppression that enveloped everyone's hearts.

As if hearing the horn of war, the hunters took the initiative to attack.

The ones who rushed to the front were Ted and Will, who were heavy defenders.

They charged desperately and reached the front of the black dragon in the first time.

Will, who was proficient in defensive charging, was a little faster than Ted. He held the spear horizontally and stabbed the black dragon's chest three times in a textbook-like manner.

According to intelligence, the black dragon's scales were extremely hard, and the chest carapace was covered with a thick metal plating, which had amazing defensive power.

However, after several battles with the fleet and the explosion of "Qikiya No. 2" not long ago, the black dragon had multiple wounds.

Even the metal layer attached to the chest scales was obviously damaged and fell off.

Will aimed at a crack that was less than the width of his palm. The nearly three-meter-long spear was like a clever needle in his hand, and he drilled into it accurately.

Three consecutive shots were heavy one after another. When he stabbed the spear for the third time and pulled it out, a dark red blood stain was on the dark golden spear head.

Although it was inconspicuous, it meant that he successfully broke through the black dragon's defense.

Gunlances are generally heavier than spears, so Ted's charge was not as swift and accurate as Will's, but more brutal and violent.

The heavy gunlance was like a chisel, and Ted himself was a hammer. With the force of the charge, he slammed the gunpowder head into the black dragon's chest.

Then, he pulled the trigger hard.

"Fire all the bullets!"

With a roar, the gunshots were fired, leaving a scorch mark on the black dragon's chest, and the dragon-hanging cannon nails, which were as thick as an adult's arm, were deeply wedged into the gaps between the scales.

Feeling the pain, the black dragon moved its center of gravity forward, raised its upper body and pressed down, as if to crush the two people on its chest into meat patties.

As experienced defenders, Ted and Will knew that they could not be greedy for the sword. After completing the first round of offensive, they immediately stepped back and jumped back to keep a distance.

The prone black dragon saw that it could not press the two people, so it took the opportunity to swing forward and smash down its claws.

Seeing this, Ted and Will immediately put up their big shields to defend.

With a tooth-grinding friction sound, the claws scraped across the shield, and the two were shocked by the powerful force carried by the dragon claws and slid back several meters.

The black dragon was about to chase, and Gordon and Feng Ying, as the main vanguard, had already rushed in front of it.

Tentatively, the sword was drawn and the forward slash was swung at the black dragon's head.

The black dragon's reaction speed was extremely fast, and it slightly retracted its neck backwards, so that the two people's attacks fell into the air.

The black dragon avoided the attack and took a deep breath, and hot flames drilled out from between its teeth and nostrils.

It wanted to use its breath to turn the guys in front of it into ashes in one breath!

"You wish!"

A flying claw flew over and hung on the black dragon's face. The rope was quickly reeled in, and it landed on the side of the black dragon's head with Maka.

She grabbed the thorns on the black dragon's eye socket with her right hand, and waved the retracted steel claw with her left hand, grabbing the black dragon's eyes fiercely.

In Maca's opinion, this attack should be a sure win, but what she didn't know was that just a few days ago, someone had used the same move on the black dragon.

Having suffered losses before, the black dragon would not be easily hit again. At the moment when the steel claws were about to touch the dragon's pupils, it closed its upper eyelids.

The steel claws grabbed the eyelids, leaving a few inconspicuous white marks, without any effect.

The eyelids opened again, and the dragon's pupils with a cold light stared at Maca on the side of the head.

Maca gritted her teeth and waved the steel claws again, ready to try again.

But the black dragon twisted its long neck like a snake launching an attack, and suddenly rushed forward, easily throwing Maca off its head.

This was also the experience it learned from the previous battle.

Compared with swinging the body left and right, this action of turning the head and rushing forward at the same time to bite is easier to throw the hunter off the head.

Maka was thrown into the air and had nowhere to get leverage. She could only twist her waist and turn around to get a better landing posture as much as possible, but the black dragon obviously did not intend to give her a chance to land safely.

With a swing of its flexible long neck, it opened its mouth to grab her.

At the critical moment, another flying claw shot out, and the sharp steel claw shot straight at the black dragon's eyeball.

Facing the sharp object flying in front of it, the black dragon subconsciously tilted its head and bit into nothing. The flying claw also missed the eye and fell on the dragon horn on its head.

With the buzzing sound of the machine spring turning quickly, Hayata flew over and hung in front of its forehead.

A trace of anger flashed in the black dragon's eyes.

Dare to do this?

Just as she was about to use the same trick again to throw the hunter in front of her down, Hayata took the lead and took action.

She did not rush to retract the flying claw and launch an attack.

Instead, she straightened her waist and exerted force at the first time, flipped over and climbed between the dragon horns on the top of the black dragon's head.

She lay down, holding the dragon horns on both sides with both hands, and her feet also pressed the spines on the back of the black dragon's head, firmly fixing herself on the top of the black dragon's head.

The black dragon turned its head and rushed forward continuously, but still failed to throw her off.

The others seized the opportunity to launch an attack and cover. When the black dragon's struggle slowed down a little, Hayata continued to stabilize his body with his left hand and feet.

His right hand reached behind his waist, pulled out the peeling knife, and slashed at the inconspicuous crack in the scales on the back of the black dragon's head.

Feeling the attack, the black dragon's struggle became fierce again. Hayata inserted the knife into the wound again, then raised his fist and smashed the knife handle with all his strength, smashing the knife into the deepest part of the wound like hammering a nail.

"Ah!"

The black dragon howled in pain, his steps were unstable, and he staggered forward a few steps, just hitting the stone platform at the edge of the decisive battle site and fell to the ground.

Hayata took advantage of the opportunity to turn over and get away, rolling to the ground.

Gordon and Feng Ying dragged their swords and axes past her and rushed straight to the black dragon's head.

As the two hunters who were best at strong attacks in the expedition team, they would not miss such a perfect attack opportunity.