Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

The monster summoned by the red bird is a dog dragon, even if it is a group of dog dragons, it is already considered the best result.

Gordon and Anshir were psychologically prepared for the worst, for example, the other party shouted a thunder wolf dragon, or even something more terrifying.

If that happens, you may have to consider looking for opportunities and retreat temporarily.

As for dog dragon

Gordon felt that even if he stood still, the dog dragon would have to grind a tooth if he wanted to bite off his blue fire dragon armor.

But this group of eight or nine-headed dog dragons was running around, and it would be troublesome for me to catch up and eliminate them one by one, so I'd better leave it to Anshir.

"Anshir, clean up the dog dragon, I'll hold the red bird!"

"good."

Anshir inserted a regular lv3 magazine into the Mithril rifle, pulled the bolt to turn the muzzle, and started shooting.

"boom!"

The lv3 normal ammunition, which is slender and has a much faster ballistic speed than ordinary ammunition, accurately pierced the neck of a running dog dragon.

The dog dragon fell to the ground, whimpered a few times, and stopped moving.

"One end." Anshir said softly.

Anshir gave priority to killing the dog dragon that was trying to get close to Gordon, and Gordon took advantage of the gap Anshir opened up to charge in front of the red bird.

Facing the big sword swung by the hunter, after a few blows, the red bird, remembering the pain, dared not take it hard, and screamed, took two steps back, turned around and flicked its tail.

The tail of the red-colored bird is not composed of feathers like birds, but is somewhat similar to the flat meaty tail of a beaver.

As it flicked vigorously, the flat tail turned out to be like a fan, creating a strong airflow that made it unsteady to stand.

Gordon had to stop temporarily to stabilize his figure.

The red bird took advantage of this opportunity to sing again.

The two people and the cat were shocked when they saw this, and they took out sonic bombs to interrupt. However, the red bird's singing process was very short this time, and it didn't seem to be calling for new helpers.

A ripple that cannot be seen by the naked eye spreads around with the red bird's vocal sac as the center.

The group of dogs and dragons suddenly became violent.

"Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

"Crackling!"

They hissed and began to gather towards Gordon, who was closer.

There is no usual look of besieging and not attacking, cautiously and cunningly looking for loopholes, but like crazy, they pounce on him one after another.

Gordon swung his big sword vigorously, and the big sword [Wang Hu] was like the giant jaw of a booming dragon, chopping the two dog dragons that were approaching in front of him, but another dog dragon approached from the side and rear, swooping down, hung on his back.

Gordon shouted angrily, and swung his sword horizontally with one hand in his left hand, forcing back several dog dragons that were approaching from the side.

Then he opened his right palm, pinched it and hung it on his back, and kept biting the neck of his shoulder armor dog dragon, twisted his body with strength, and smashed it to the ground over his shoulder.

Then he patched the weak part of his throat, breaking the dog dragon's neck bone.

Under normal circumstances, the dog dragon who is not very courageous should shrink back in fear, but the remaining dog dragons are still rushing towards him one after another.

It seems to have completely forgotten what fear is.

Even the king of the dog-dragon tribe never has this level of control.

Gordon felt that the sound waves released by the red birds were not like manipulation or commands, but more like a stimulus, making them angry, violent and full of aggression.

Avoiding the surprise attack of a dog dragon sideways, he picked up the big sword with his backhand and smashed the head of another dog dragon. As a result, another dog dragon jumped on him.

Then came the second head, and the third head.

It was difficult for Gordon to maintain a standing posture, and he half-kneeled on the ground. Naturally, it was inconvenient to swing a big sword in this posture.

Although the dog dragons also couldn't bite his armor, if he took some time, he could kill these dog dragons one by one even if he hit them with his fist.

But in front of him there was a red bird watching.

If Anshir hadn't been firing at full speed and suppressing the shooting, the red bird might have rushed forward.

The red-colored bird shrouded in ice flakes and boulders from countless icicle bombs gave a strange cry, and its wings vibrated and leaped back again.

Gordon was entangled by the pack of dogs and dragons, and had no time to pursue, and Anshir's heavy ballista was not powerful enough in an instant.

After landing, the red bird raised a wing to block the continuously flying crossbow bullets.

At the same time, he inflated his vocal sac and began to sing for the third time.

"Pork chop! Stop it!" Anshir yelled and reminded.

"Understood meow!"

The pork chop, which had been prepared on the side, threw out a bomb the size of a coconut.

The roar of the explosion of the small explosive bomb successfully interrupted the unfinished tune of the red bird, and several people, including the pig chop, only felt a power ignited in their bodies.

Gordon, who was entangled with the dogs and dragons, even felt that the chest pain caused by the red bird's tail had been relieved a lot.

The experience is similar to listening to the Piper Hunter or the Cure Cat play the Replying Piper.

It is not uncommon to use a special rhythm to stimulate the body's potential and speed up the recovery of injuries. The strange thing is that this "recovery flute" is played by the opponent Hongcai Bird.

Maybe it's because the pork chop's bombs interrupted its singing, causing the rhythm to change?

strange things.

The red-colored bird fell into a moment of dizziness, and Anshir was not in a hurry to attack.

It doesn't matter if you can't fire a few shots in those few seconds.

He replaced the shotgun magazine with the Mithril rifle, and reminded Gordon loudly, "Protect the vital points!"

Gordon instantly understood what Anshir was going to do, and immediately let go of the hands that were fighting with the dog dragons, and squatted with his head in his arms in an unattractive posture.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Several rather dull roars sounded.

Gordon could feel that many fragments of shrapnel smashed on his armor, and of course, more of them fell on the few dog dragons wrapped around him.

Anshir fired at a relatively long distance. At this distance, the power of the shotgun was not enough to break through the defense of the Canghuolong suit, but it was enough to injure the dog dragon.

The dog dragon screamed again and again, fine blood splashed, and Gordon suddenly felt that the strength of those dog dragons entangled him became much weaker.

With a low growl, his limbs exerted strength suddenly, and he broke free in two or three strokes.

The half-dead dog dragons did not pose any threat. Gordon smiled grinningly and raised his sword, and quickly dealt with these guys who made him suffer a little bit.

Next, it was the turn of the "culprit".

Gordon carried the big sword on his back, and charged at full speed towards the red bird that retreated into the distance.

Anshir also turned the muzzle and continued to snipe the red bird with ice bullets.

Seeing that the group of dogs and dragons were cleaned up, the red-colored bird regained its sobriety and tried to sing again, calling for help.

But the pork chop didn't give Hong Cainiao this chance.

It doesn't make the same mistakes over and over again.

As soon as the vocal sac in front of the red bird's chest and neck bulged, Pig Chop threw out the small explosive barrel that it held in its arms in advance.

"boom!"

Amidst the bursting flames and rolling sound waves, the red bird's footsteps swayed.

Gordon knew that the ruddy bird, getting used to the noise, wouldn't be dizzy for long, but it was enough.

Enough for him to rush to the monster.

The great sword [Wang Hu] slashed out, with a clear target - vocal sac!

You don't want to sing anymore!

Ps.

"Stay there and don't move." - When teammates are entangled by ice jackals, it's really cool to fire a reasonable dragon blaster.