Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

The artillery and heavy crossbows set up on the surrounding ruins, as well as the military shooters who rushed into the decisive battlefield, tried their best to deliver firepower with the highest efficiency.

The blazing flames and flying shrapnel enveloped the body of the black dragon.

Everyone's heart was beating wildly.

Since facing the black dragon, it was the first time they felt so close to victory.

But Gordon's heart never let go. He opened his mask, quickly swallowed an ancient secret medicine, and then stared at the black dragon in the artillery fire, not daring to look away for a second.

He was like a volcano about to erupt. The oppressive momentum made Aiden and others unconsciously stand farther away.

Hayata came over with a worried look on her face. Gordon knew what she was worried about and waved his hand in advance, "I'm fine."

After saying this simply, he turned his head to Feng Ying, who also had a solemn expression, "You felt it too, right?"

"Yeah."

Feng Ying had already released the awakening state of [Dragon Mark], but she still held the sword and shield tightly, with a solemn expression, "Its vitality has not shown any signs of extinguishing, and it is accumulating energy."

An Xier frowned when he heard this.

He didn't know what strange senses these two guys had developed after deeply resonating with the forbidden equipment, but he chose to believe their judgment.

On the surface, the artillery in the distance, as well as the diffusion bombs and armor-piercing grenades of the military shooters, had suppressed the black dragon.

But these weapons alone could not cause a fatal blow to the black dragon.

Instead, it was using this opportunity to accumulate energy.

Is it ready to use that super-large-scale breath again?

So, in the puzzled eyes of the shooters, An Xier issued a ceasefire signal.

The gunfire stopped, the smoke gradually dissipated, and the body of the black dragon was exposed.

It crouched and curled up, using the solid back and wings of its carapace to protect its head and chest and other core parts.

The previous half-minute round of concentrated fire, in addition to opening some inconspicuous new wounds on its already wounded body, also made its wings more tattered.

But... that was all.

To truly defeat it, a more powerful fatal blow was needed.

"Close combat! Find an opportunity to lead it to the Dragon Spear!" Gordon roared and issued a new order, and then took the lead in charging.

Facing the hunters who were approaching again, the black dragon stood up again.

Perhaps because of the serious injuries and excessive fatigue, its reactions and movements became obviously much slower.

It gave people a feeling of confusion.

The hunters did not dare to be careless. While launching strong attacks in turn, they seemed to be unintentionally detouring and leading the black dragon to the direction of the Dragon Spear.

The distance between the two was getting closer and closer.

Fifty meters, thirty meters, twenty meters.

According to the craftsmen, this dragon-striking spear cast by the ancient Shuret Kingdom is much larger than any modern model and is very huge.

The effective attack range reaches an astonishing thirty meters, and about fifteen to twenty meters is the best attack distance.

And they have already entered this range.

Gordon secretly winked at Aiden.

As a shortstop, he is relatively inconspicuous among their group and is not likely to arouse the suspicion of the black dragon.

Aiden nodded silently, quietly went around to the blind spot of the black dragon's sight, and then ran towards the direction of the dragon-striking spear to activate the mechanism.

The other people also stopped luring and entangled with the black dragon on the spot.

They look forward to seeing the scene of the giant dragon-striking spear piercing the black dragon's chest.

The agile Aiden has come to the mechanism, he holds the mechanism tightly, waiting for the best time.

Gordon, who was attacking head-on, deliberately exposed a flaw, causing the black dragon to lower its body and bite. He raised his sword, blocked the black dragon's fangs, and led the black dragon to the front of the dragon-slaying spear.

Now!

Just as Aiden was about to exert force to pull the mechanism, he heard a loud roar.

"Stop!"

The person who spoke was Julius.

Aiden's movements subconsciously paused, and the black dragon's movements, which seemed slow due to serious injuries, suddenly became flexible again.

Its limbs and wings exerted force suddenly, and it jumped back to open up a distance of dozens of meters.

Due to the transmission efficiency of steam and machinery, it takes one to two seconds for the dragon-slaying spear to pull the mechanism and stab the spear head.

If Aiden really pulled the starter mechanism just now, they would be deceived by the black dragon and lose their only remaining trump card.

The decisive battle site fell into a brief silence.

Gordon and others looked ugly. Everyone knew that the black dragon had a high IQ, higher than humans, but subconsciously, they always regarded it as a monster that only used claws and teeth.

No one expected that its previous ignorance and slowness, including being lured step by step by the hunters to the position of the dragon-striking spear, were just "acting".

Even further, it had long known the relationship between the dragon-striking spear head hidden inside the stone platform and the activation mechanism above the stone platform.

That's why it jumped back at the moment when Aiden was about to pull the trigger.

In this case, it is no longer possible to lead the black dragon to the dragon-striking spear.

No one would stupidly continue to step into the trap when they know there is a trap ahead.

The black dragon also felt a little regretful.

In fact, as early as a thousand years ago, it had seen a weapon like the dragon-striking spear, and knew that the power of this weapon was enough to pose a fatal threat to itself in its current state.

But the dragon-striking spear in the nest was obviously modified, so it could not fully confirm the attack mode of this dragon-striking spear.

For example, whether the spear head could be shot out. (There really is such a dragon-striking spear.)

That’s why I wanted to eliminate this threat before releasing the last calamity fire.

Although the hunters saw through its plan at the last moment, it was not a big problem.

Through the hunters’ deceptive behavior like tricking small animals, it has confirmed that the attack range of this dragon-slaying spear is very limited.

As long as it keeps a safe distance, there is no threat.

Then it has no worries.

Now use the calamity fire to end it all, and then find a place to heal the wound.

After the wound is healed, turn this continent into a sea of ​​fire.

Just like they did before.

The black dragon supported its body with its wing claws and forelimbs and took a deep breath.

The vast amount of air turned into air waves visible to the naked eye, gathering towards the wide-open dragon mouth.

Although the power of its breath was greatly reduced due to the broken head and the cut-off dragon horn.

Although the wings were severely damaged and it was difficult to rise into the air and maximize the range of the calamity fire.

But the hunters had nowhere to hide.

The winner was decided.

Facing this final desperate situation, Gordon sighed lightly. He stood in front of Feng Ying, inserted the big sword into the ground, and held it with his shoulder.

The other people also gathered in front of Feng Ying, as if they had discussed it in advance, and raised their weapons, or directly used their backs to block her.

Two Fang Hounds ran over and unfolded their protective umbrellas. Sandstone even took up the big shield with a look of joy and stood in the front. This was the long-cherished wish of the desert guardians.

Unprecedented panic surged into Feng Ying's heart. She wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Gordon: "Don't move, listen carefully, this is the only way.

You are the most comprehensive among all of us. After this, you have to face the black dragon alone.

It's very stressful, but you must kill it here."

Feng Ying tried desperately to break free, but found that Hayata was holding her very tightly.

A whisper that only she could barely hear rang in her ears: "It doesn't matter if you run away, live well, and keep going"

The moment the endless flames hit, Feng Ying's eyes lost their luster.

But at this moment, a series of artillery roars sounded in the distant sky.

A huge figure fell from the sky and landed in front of the hunters.

The ground shook violently, almost knocking the hunters over.

"Hah!"

Amid the thunderous roar, the sharp sword light that seemed to be able to cut the earth soared into the sky, splitting the attacking fire.

Gail, who had already closed his eyes, opened a slit of his eyes, "Great elder?"

The elder exhaled a heavy breath, swung the old sword, and continued to rush towards the black dragon that continued to spit out dragon flames.

"Neh, this old guy flew over?" Gail couldn't help shouting.

A huge shadow covered the sky above their heads, and several people couldn't help but look up.

The hull was seriously tilted, but the dragon ship, which could barely fly, was slowly descending.

Several zip lines were thrown down, and several familiar figures slid down and landed in front of them.

It was a crossover team, and there were Evelyn and her husband, Az and other high-ranking hunters who passed the evil eye test but were not included in the expedition team, as well as Gene who caught up with the excitement.

"Arrived in time!" Yuna, carrying a sledgehammer, asked curiously: "By the way, what are you doing huddled together?"

".Nothing." Gordon and the others left Feng Ying silently, leaving her alone in a daze.

"You're the only one who talks too much." Lan couldn't help but cover his face.

Eliade explained, "During the battle near the coast of East Dorma, the black dragon suddenly left, and the professor guessed that it was you who started the action.

After the fleet returned to East Dorma for simple repairs, it rushed here at full speed.

The dragon-killing cannon on the Dragon Knowledge ship was destroyed and had to be dismantled, but the hull could not maintain balance in this way. Yuna made a joke and said that the elder could be placed on the bow as a movable counterweight.

Then the elder really agreed."

"Take my sword!"

On the battlefield not far away, the elder's slashing sword was blocked by the black dragon's dragon horn. The elder deflected the sword to avoid the dragon's horn's parry, but the black dragon bit the blade again, and the two began to wrestle.

"Roar!"

The roaring and violent posture was completely different from the majestic old man sitting in the elder's hall.

"Okay, no more nonsense, let's go help!"

Feidi waved the hunting horn and blew the exciting battle music. Evelyn and others drank the potion and rushed to the battlefield together.

"You guys take a break first, we'll go too!" The three members of the cross team drew their weapons and followed closely.

Gordon and his men certainly wouldn't let down their guard. Feng Ying glared at them angrily and took the lead in charging.

"Dragon-striking Spear!" Ansir roared.

The arrival of the support force, especially the arrival of the Great Elder, gave him some new ideas.

The Great Elder, who was competing with the Black Dragon in strength, simply let go of the Elder-slaying Knife in his hand, and inserted his huge palm into the open wound on the Black Dragon's chest.

Amid the Black Dragon's painful howls, he pushed it step by step towards the Dragon-striking Spear.

But even the seriously injured Black Dragon still had amazing strength.

After realizing the Great Elder's intention, it used its hind claws to firmly grasp the ground, stopping its retreat, and at the same time stretched its neck to bite the Great Elder's head and neck.

The Great Elder raised one arm and used his arm armor to hold the dragon's teeth, and the two were in a stalemate again.

At this moment, a rapid sound of fog bells came from behind.

This kind of bell is often used by surface ships and airships to warn of an impending collision.

The elder realized something, pushed the black dragon away with all his strength, and moved aside.

In mid-air, the Third Princess, which accelerated to the limit, was speeding towards us.

"Crash into it!" the general roared loudly. At the moment when the collision was about to happen, he personally pulled the activation mechanism of the two dragon-killing guns at the bow of the ship.

Carrying the force of the collision of the airship, the high-speed rotating gun head penetrated into the black dragon's chest.

In the head-on collision, nearly one-third of the Third Queen's hull was shattered, but the huge impact also pushed the Black Dragon into the attack range of the dragon-shooting gun on the decisive battlefield.

Isana ran out of nowhere and pulled the switch hard.

The two extraordinarily huge dragon-killing spears stabbed out with a bang, piercing the black dragon's body from behind.

The black dragon's body was pierced front and back by four dragon-shooting guns and was firmly stuck. The black dragon was also pressed against it by the thousand-ton Third Princess, making it unable to move.

But it still didn't die, roaring and spitting out flames, burning everything it could destroy.

The hunters gathered around and approached.

Gordon held the [Dragon Strike] sword in both hands. He could even feel the sword trembling with excitement, looking forward to delivering the final blow to the strongest enemy in front of him.

No, maybe it was himself who was trembling with excitement?

Gordon shouldered the sword.

"it's over."

“Ten years have passed since the ‘black disaster’ spread across the entire Old Continent.

The climate is changing, monsters are turbulent in various places, important port cities are destroyed, business routes are blocked, various industrial chains are destroyed, and the mainland economy is facing a cold winter.

But it is also an era full of opportunities, with the establishment of New Metabet City, the formation of the sixth phase of the New World Survey Group, and the upcoming comprehensive development of the New World.

Miss Francesca, are you listening? "The meticulously dressed tutor knocked on the small blackboard next to her.

Opposite him, the girl holding her chin blinked as if she had just regained consciousness, "I'm here!"

"Please repeat what I just said."

"Ah, ten years have passed since the dark disaster that affected the entire continent, and the climate has changed." The girl really repeated what the teacher just said.

"."

The tutor looked helpless. The eldest lady was very smart, very smart. Even if she was distracted, she could easily recall and recite the knowledge in class.

Just poor concentration.

Otherwise, a great scholar will definitely appear in the family.

After the girl finished retelling and confirmed that she had not missed any knowledge points, the tutor was about to continue teaching when he saw the girl suddenly raised her hand.

I had to stop for a moment to see what she wanted to say.

But the other party didn't say anything. After the two sides were in a stalemate for two or three seconds, the clock on the wall rang.

Class time is over.

The girl smiled sweetly at the tutor. The teacher sighed silently, assigned the preview homework, and announced the end of today's class.

The girl immediately jumped up from her seat and ran towards the study door.

As soon as he rushed out of the door, someone grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?"

Hearing this voice, the girl's heart immediately dropped, "Why is it you, mom? I thought my father was back."

"What do you mean 'why is it you'?" Gale glared at his daughter, "Your father is directing construction in the New World, and it's not easy to come back.

Did you listen well in class? What did the teacher teach today? "

"Taught."

"Okay, you don't need to elaborate, I'm just asking casually." Gale said, putting his arm on his daughter's head, "What do you want for lunch?

Should you eat with your grandparents here at the mansion or go back? "

Fufu's facial features wrinkled together.

She didn't want to eat at the mansion, although the chef here was very good, the food was delicious, and her grandparents would give her pocket money, but there was a chance she would bump into Aunt Jesseca.

That free time in the afternoon is ruined.

But she didn't want to go home and eat it because her mother only knew how to cook barbecue and it made her feel sick.

Gale, who saw through her thoughts at a glance, tugged on his daughter's cheek, "Let's go! Go find your Grandpa Yamos for a meal!"

"Hehe!" Fufu hugged Gale's arm.

The mother and daughter left Sterling Mansion happily and headed towards the residential area.

On the way, Gale said casually, "Fufu, you will be fifteen years old soon."

"I just had my fourteenth birthday last week!"

"Then I'm fifteen years old." Gale changed his words and continued to ask: "Do you have any ideas about future plans?

Your Aunt Jesseja wants you to stay with her and learn more about management and business skills.

You can also learn fashion design from your grandma. If you are not interested in these, you can also enter a hunter training camp.

Your mother and I are now in the training camp with one person and more than a hundred people. When the old woman retires, sooner or later the position of chief instructor will be your mother's.

Then ask the cafeteria to give you more chicken drumsticks."

"Should I tell Grandma Hilda later?"

"Don't interrupt!" Gale lightly slapped her on the back of the head, "Tell me quickly, what do you want to do in the future?"

"I don't know!" Fufu shook her head confidently, "Can you do nothing?"

Gale choked for two seconds, "Nieke, this is considered useless. I will send you to the New World later and let your father discipline you."

"No~!"

"Don't act like a baby. It's useless to me, and it's even less useful to your dad."

"Tsk." Fufu curled her lips inelegantly.

The two of them kept going all the way, and it didn't take long before they arrived at their destination.

Fufu consciously stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"Open the door Muti! I'm here to play with you! Grandpa Yamos! Is the food ready?"

The door was opened quickly after the sound of trotting was heard from inside.

The girl behind the door had a childish face, and her facial features had not yet fully developed, but her height of over 170 cm had already fully reached the standard of an adult.

Like a pole, she was half a head taller than Fufu.

"Auntie Gail, Sister Fufu, you are here."

".Have you grown taller again?" Fufu's eyes twitched, "In a few years, you won't really become like your father, will you?"

"Anyway, you can only look up at her for the rest of your life." Gail mercilessly hit his own daughter, rubbed Muti's head fiercely, and pulled the girls in.

"Senior Amos! What delicious food did you make today?" Gail looked into the kitchen as if he was back home.

Amos was carrying a huge cast iron pot in one hand, and Muti trotted over to help, but Amos didn't let her take over, and steadily placed the boiling pot on the mat of the dining table.

"Stew the meat, go get the bread yourself."

"Okay!" Gail rubbed his hands and sat down, "Fufu, go! Don't forget the dishes!"

Waiting away the two half-grown children, Gail and Amos chatted casually.

Amos usually doesn't talk much, but when he mentions Muti, his face always reveals pride.

In the seemingly calm tone, there was even a hint of boasting, "I have been practicing sword Zen with her recently. That child is very talented!"

".Ah?"

Gail, who was secretly lifting the pot lid, shivered. She didn't care that the pot lid fell on the table. "Starting to practice now? It's not good for the body not to grow yet, right?

And why is she practicing sword Zen? Is she sure to use the katana in the future?"

Amos snorted and replied, "Of course it's too early to practice physical training, but there is no problem on the spiritual level.

Also, practicing 'sword Zen' does not necessarily mean using the katana. 'Sword Zen' is just a way of saying it.

To put it bluntly, it is meditation with concentration and calmness. Whether you are holding a katana, a broadsword, or a bow and arrow, as long as you can calm your mind, it's all fine."

"That child is only eleven years old. Can he sit still?"

Amos's face showed pride again, "Not every child has ADHD."

".Fufu doesn't have ADHD either. She just has a more active mind!" Gale slammed the table angrily.

"I didn't say anything about Fufu."

"What did you say about me?" Fufu, who was carrying a bread basket, and Muti, who was carrying tableware, came over together.

Gail glared at her daughter angrily, which made Fufu a little confused.

But it didn't matter, because mother's anger was like this, coming and going quickly.

After enjoying this simple but delicious and large lunch, Gail returned to the hunter training camp. She still had work as an instructor to do in the afternoon.

Amos moved a comfortable chair, sat down in front of the window, picked up a book, and enjoyed the quiet and leisurely afternoon.

As for the two little girls, let them play by themselves.

Ran from the residential area to the commercial area, ran into the store that they didn't remember and wandered around, and even mistakenly entered a newly opened, luxuriously decorated jewelry store.

The store manager saw the two of them and greeted them with a smile. Fufu rolled her eyes and ran away with Muti.

It was boring to walk around the commercial area for a long time, so the two discussed and ran to the core area that they rarely had the opportunity to go to.

I wanted to go into the famous public bar, but was kicked out because I was too young.

I wanted to take a photo with the legendary elder, but was thrown out by the guild knights as expected.

The headquarters of the Ancient Dragon Observation Bureau and the headquarters of the Scribes were not allowed to enter without a pass.

The two felt that they had been wandering around in vain.

Just as they were disappointed and were about to leave, the sharp-eyed Fu Fu saw a familiar figure.

She pulled Muti's sleeve and pointed to the distance, "Go! Hug the old man and act like a spoiled child. With him leading us, we can go anywhere!"

Muti was a little embarrassed and was pushed over by Fu Fu. The man noticed them, stopped, and waved at them with a smile.

"Grandpa Cambe~." Muti tried to make his voice sweeter than usual.

The master smiled and touched her head, "You are well-informed. They wanted to give you a surprise, but you came here by yourself."

"Huh?"

Noticing the girls' surprised expressions, the master nodded his forehead slightly in distress, "So it was just a coincidence? Forget it, come with me."

With the help of the two, they successfully passed the sentinels and walked up the narrow stone steps leading to the Grand Elder's Palace.

Fufu pulled her eyelids and stuck out her tongue, making a face at the guild knight who had just thrown them out.

As a result, she looked up and saw Julius walking towards them, and quickly shrank her neck and hid behind the master.

Julius glanced at the two girls and didn't say much. The group slowly walked up the stone steps and came to the Grand Elder's Palace.

Within two minutes, they saw two familiar figures walking out of the palace.

Fufu waved her hand excitedly, "Uncle Gordon! And Aunt Hayata!"

When the two saw them, they walked over quickly.

Compared to the bouncing Fufu, Muti seemed a little strange and hesitant, as if he didn't know how to get along with these two people.

Just as she was thinking about how to start, Gordon came and hugged her.

"It's been a while since I last saw you. You've grown up so much!"

Muti twisted her body, broke free from her father's arms, and muttered softly, "It's not just a while, it's been two years, I'm not a child anymore."

Hayata pushed Gordon away and gently hugged her daughter.

Muti struggled a few more times, but failed to break free, and slowly settled down.

Gordon's expression became a little awkward. Seeing Fufu shaking her head and "tsk tsk tsk" non-stop, he looked at her with a squint and said:

"By the way, I have good news for you. I received a letter from your father. He is back and should be here next week.

From what he said, it seems that he wants to take you to the New World for training."

Fufu's expression froze.

On the other side, Muti, who had been intimate in her mother's arms for a while, sniffed, "Do you want to go back to that "border" again?"

Hayata hugged her daughter in silence for two seconds, and then whispered: "We will go, but we will try to stay as long as possible this time."

Muti gently pushed her mother away and said seriously: "I want to go too."

Gordon, who was playing with Fufu, looked over and grinned.

"You are not good enough now."

(The whole book is over)