Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

The hunting insect lay on the meat wing of the poisonous monster dragon for a few seconds, and then flew back to the arm of the insect stick user, injecting the extracted essence into Maca's body with its mouthparts.

Maca moved her limbs, "It's quite exciting, huh?"

After retreating a distance of ten meters, Maca's legs suddenly exerted force and began to speed up the run-up.

"Ted!"

"Okay!" Ted squatted down, raised the big shield to the top of his head, and held it obliquely.

Maka, who rushed to Ted quickly, jumped up, brandished his insect stick and hit the surface of Ted's large shield.

With a loud roar, Ted raised his arms and pushed the big shield upwards. Maca used Ted's height and this thrust to simultaneously prop up the insect stick, and sent herself into the six-point pole vault. Seven meters in the air.

Then, she turned around in the air, swung the fire dragon stick, and the blade of the stick pierced the poisonous dragon's jaw smoothly.

"Hey!"

Maca snorted softly, and used the head of the stick hooked on the jaw of the poisonous dragon to exert force again, prying himself into a higher air.

The fragile neck and abdomen of the Poisonous Dragon is already in sight.

Maca swung the Fire Dragon Stick with all his strength, and the two ends of the insect stick hit the poisonous dragon's fragile abdomen one after another, bursting out with flames, burning the sticky skin of the poisonous monster.

Where the high-temperature flames came into contact, the mucus on the body surface was dried in an instant, and the loose and soft skin began to shrink.

As a creature that lives in the cold and damp environment of permafrost caves all year round, this guy's tolerance to fire and high temperature is so poor that it's ridiculous.

The Poisonous Dragon hissed in pain, the suction cup on its tail loosened, and Maca knocked it down from the top of the cave.

Maca, who had nowhere to rely on, fell together with the poisonous monster dragon. Ted rushed forward, raised his shield to catch it, and Maca landed with his strength without any risk.

The venomous dragon fell to the ground, and it was difficult to turn over for a while. Hayata took the opportunity to rush in, aiming at one of the venomous dragon's wing claws to start a continuous attack.

The reason why they didn't attack vital points such as the head, neck and abdomen was because the purpose of their trip was not to hunt poisonous monster dragons.

It is better to attack the wing claws, hind limbs and other parts to weaken its mobility.

Gordon also thought the same way. He ran to the other winged claw quickly, and when he passed by Ted and Maca, he couldn't help but turned his head and glanced at them.

"Since when did the two of you have such a tacit understanding and still play combo skills?"

Both of them gave him a thumbs up.

The corner of Gordon's mouth twitched, and he continued to rush to the dragon's claws of the poisonous monster, and began to charge.

After three phases of charging, the Fire Dragon Brilliant Sword slashed down, and the scorching sharp blade cut a bone-deep scar on the poisonous dragon's right wing claw, and the explosive flames from the sword scorched a large piece of pale skin.

The Poisonous Dragon let out another painful neigh.

Gordon, who habitually wanted to enter a strong charging posture, quickly stopped his movements.

The power of the Fire Dragon Brilliant Sword is too "excessive" for the poisonous monster dragon. If the strong charge slash is really charged and slashed continuously, I am afraid that it can really chop off this guy's wings and claws.

This is somewhat unnecessary.

Ever since he discovered the importance of the poisonous dragon cub as a decomposer and the ecological base of the frozen soil, Gordon didn't dare to mess around with this poisonous dragon, and he didn't even dare to use too heavy a hand.

Even if you don't kill it, if you chop it off, turn around and be killed by other higher-level predators, the ecosystem in the surrounding area will probably be out of balance for a while.

In the case that his own safety is not threatened, doing so is a bit of a violation of the hunter's code.

Glancing from the corner of his eye, he found that Ted was poking the cannon into the ring-shaped mouthparts of the poisonous dragon, and he was about to pull the trigger of the dragon gun, so he hurriedly shouted to stop:

"Stop! Do you want to blow it to death?!"

Ted, who came back to his senses, smacked his lips, retracted his finger on the trigger with a little embarrassment, and raised the gun instead of poking it forward twice.

Hayatta and Maca also slowed down the frequency of waving their weapons.

Twisting and struggling for a while, under the siege of the hunters, the poisonous dragon turned over with difficulty and let out a roar.

The fluorescent glands on its head and tail became brighter, and the scarlet color of its abdomen became darker.

The poisonous dragon supports its body with its wing claws, and a purple mist is hidden, seeping from the folds of its abdominal skin.

"Retreat!" Gordon reminded loudly.

Everyone immediately retreated to the rear and opened up the distance.

When the hunters began to retreat, the poisonous dragon suddenly prostrated itself on the ground, and a mass of purple poisonous mist spewed out from the glands in its abdomen, and spread in all directions with the airflow aroused by its flat body when it lay down. .

Seeing this, the hunters immediately stepped up their retreat. Fortunately, the spread of the poisonous mist was not too far away, and no one was hit.

It's just that the poisonous mist lingering around the poisonous dragon's body cannot dissipate in a blink of an eye. At this time, as long as you dare to approach it, you will be poisoned.

Fortunately, the hunters were not in a hurry. They waited patiently after withdrawing to a safe distance.

The Poisonous Dragon made another move at this time.

Under the cover of the poisonous mist, it pressed the ring-shaped mouthparts at the tail, or the cloaca, to the ground.

After the soft body squirmed for a while, a large sticky mass of oocysts, which was almost as tall as a person, was expelled by it.

Gordon and the others immediately recognized this thing. After all, they just saw it yesterday. The poisonous dragon cubs hatched from the vesicles in the egg sacs.

In this way, the behavior of the poisonous dragon just now cannot be said to be "excretion", but childbirth.

Looking at the mucus-tick cloaca of the Venomous Dragon, Maca couldn't help shivering, "It's too disgusting."

The mass expelled by the Venomous Dragon was not as stable as the one seen yesterday. After a few seconds, the vesicles in the mass burst open.

Five or six poisonous dragon cubs got out of it, fell to the ground, sniffed left and right, and then squirmed towards the hunters quickly.

At the same time, the poisonous dragon also hissed and launched an attack.

Gordon and his companions exchanged glances.

They already knew that the monster dragon would use its young as a weapon.

But seeing this scene with my own eyes, it is inevitable that my scalp will feel numb.

They can probably understand why this kind of low-level flying dragon species with a low ecological niche, slow movements, and even less physical strength than the big monster bird is classified as four-star danger.

If an ordinary three-star hunter encountered the situation before him, especially if he was hunting alone, he would inevitably feel a little flustered.

Coupled with the violent toxin, four-star hunters are also prone to miss.

"According to the original plan, Hayatamaka restrained the poisonous dragon, brother Ted, we, uh."

Gordon paused, and said helplessly, "We let them bite."

"Damn it, it's all for better eating later!" Ted put away the large shield and gun gun in a vicious voice, and walked forward with Gordon.

Hayata and Maca attacked from the side, stopped the poisonous monster dragon, and then drove it away.

Gordon and Ted stood among the wriggling monster dragon cubs with open arms, letting the slimy little things jump on them and bite them.

Listening to the "creaking" sound in his ears, Gordon couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

If a hunter whose armor is not of good quality is bitten by these little monsters, biting through a weak part of the armor, or getting into a gap in the armor, the fate may not be very good.

"Pork chop!"

"It's coming down meow!"

Gordon stood with Ted, holding his breath, as Piggy came running and dropped a capture bomb at their feet.

The anesthesia smoke dispersed, and the poisonous dragon cubs fell to the ground one after another.

The pork chops tied them together with the rope that had been prepared earlier.

The first batch of poisonous dragon cubs has been captured.