Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

The pork chop that rushed to the king of the Qimian clan started to scratch wildly.

This move is somewhat similar to the flurry of double swords. It seems to be chaotic, but in fact it is very organized. Only the king of the Qimian clan hurried around with a heavy saw knife, and barely supported it. Road bloodstains.

"Gah!" the King of the Odd Face Clan roared angrily.

Stepping on countless corpses of the same race, it stood out with its arrogant and violent temperament. It couldn't bear this suppressed situation, so it simply gave up its defense and launched a confrontation with the pork chop with a saw knife.

The steel claws grabbed the chest and belly of the King of the Odd Face Clan, and its saw blade also slashed to the top of the pork chop's head.

"Meow!"

Pig Chop lowered his head slightly, using the hardest part of his helmet to meet the saw blade full of blood and rust.

It's not sure whether it can resist the attack of the king of the strange face clan by doing so, but it has no better choice when the ghost-humanization is coming to an end.

The steel claws entangled in fighting spirit tore open the chest and abdomen of the King of the Odd-Mian Clan, and through the bloody wounds, even the squirming internal organs could be faintly seen.

The saw blade also cut into the cat armor's helmet, and the blood flowed down the pig's cheek, covering one of its eyes.

The cat armor made of the material of the overlord Thunder Wolf Dragon showed its gold content. It was difficult for Pig Chop to confirm the extent of his injury, but at least he knew that his head had not been chopped off.

And the King of the Odd Face Clan, already seriously injured, even if he didn't fall down immediately, he would no longer be his opponent.

"Meow——" Pig Chop, whose face was covered in blood and whose red light had not yet dissipated, glared viciously at the strange faces.

The odd-faced people who were still hesitating whether to rush forward were frightened, and stepped back timidly.

At this moment, Evelyn and Agassi finally passed through the passage and rushed in one after the other.

"Pork chop?!" Evelyn exclaimed in surprise.

The two were quite frightened by the shape of the pork chop at this time. A half-meter-long saw blade with a thick blade was stuck on the forehead of the pork chop, and blood was still oozing out from the gap in the damaged helmet.

Evelyn ran over quickly, while Agathi set up his insect stick and stared vigilantly at the seriously injured and half-kneeling king of the odd-faced tribe. As for the ordinary odd-faced tribes running around, he had no time to deal with them.

Evelyn hurriedly took out the ancient secret medicine, broke off a small piece and stuffed it into the mouth of the pork chop. Looking at the knife on the latter's forehead, she felt that it was not a good idea to pull it out.

Enduring the severe pain, the pig chop carefully touched the handle of the knife, then shook his head slightly, and muttered, "You can pull it out, it shouldn't hurt the skull too much, but I just feel like it will leave a scar."

"Is it really okay?"

Evelyn couldn't hide her worry. The appearance of Zhu Chop with a knife on his forehead was really scary. If there were more accidents, she didn't know how to explain to Gordon.

"Pull it, meow!"

Pig Chop hugged the helmet, turned his head slowly, and pointed the handle of the knife at Evelyn, "The wound will start to heal after a while, and it will be even more troublesome if it sticks."

Looking at the bloody knife handle, Evelyn secretly swallowed.

I just feel that I have lived for more than thirty years, and the level of horror of this incident can be ranked among the top few.

She first took out a portion of life dust to stop the bleeding from the tool bag, and then grabbed the handle of the knife.

"Meow!" Pig Chop screamed.

"What's wrong?!"

"It's okay meow, it just hurts meow, you continue to meow, it's best to pull out meow in one breath."

".good."

Agathi, who was on the sidelines, had a weird expression on her face. If she had that kind of camera at hand, she would really like to take a picture of this scene.

"Stand still, press the helmet, hold back."

"I'm ready, meow!"

Evelyn stabilized her mood, found a good angle, and raised the handle of the knife in one breath. The process was easier than she thought, and the blade didn't get stuck, and it seemed that it didn't go too deep.

"Meow meow meow meow!!!"

The pig chop screamed, and the blood spurted out again. Evelyn quickly sprinkled the dust of life on it, took out the bandage, and wrapped it up urgently.

"It's so painful, meow!" Piggy pulled out his beard.

Seeing that the pork chop was still full of vitality, although there was blood oozing from the bandage, but it was not completely unstoppable, Evelyn breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked back at the King of the Odd Face Clan who was lying on the ground, unable to maintain a half-kneeling posture due to excessive blood loss, "What happened? This is not an ordinary Odd Face Clan, is it? The King of the Odd Face Clan?

How could you come here at this time? "

"It should be the cat who took advantage of the chaos to grab the bomb." Zhu Chop simply explained.

"It's amazing, Little Pig Chop, you can single-handedly challenge the King of the Odd-Mian Clan." Ajiaxi turned the stick with a smile, aiming the tip of the blade at the chest of the immobile King of the Odd-Mian Clan, "Give it a good time , so as not to cause us trouble."

Feeling the cold gaze from behind the bone armor mask, Zhu Chop hesitated for a while, and finally shook his head.

Agathi raised his eyebrows, but he didn't move the bug stick away.

She is waiting for pork chops to give a reason.

Maintaining ecological balance is one thing, but hunters are generally not soft on such monsters that actively invade human territory.

"My father and I have said that the Qimian tribe has a strong revenge mentality, meow. The few Qimian tribes have already ran out just now, meow. If we kill their king here, there may be more troubles meow. "

"If you let it go, won't it bring its own kind to make trouble for revenge?"

"Probably not meow. My father said that although the strange face tribe is fierce and violent, they are still very loyal meow. I have not formed a death feud with them meow."

Pig Chop habitually wanted to scratch his ears, but found that his ears were covered with bandages, so he had no choice but to put down his paws, "Besides, it's injured, and it shouldn't be able to make trouble until the defense battle is over, meow."

"Well, it is your prey, you have the final say."

Agathi smiled and put away the insect stick, and walked towards the warehouse, "What kind of bombs do you want to move? I'll move it out first."

"The biggest kind of meow!"

"Understood." Agathi waved his hand.

Evelyn adjusted the bandages for Pig Chop, allowing its ears to pop out from the gap, and then walked towards the warehouse, "If you want to do something, hurry up, it won't be long before Lao Shanlong will pass the land bridge. "

Pig Chop nodded his head and came to the King of the Odd Noodle Clan.

The Qimian tribe living in the wild can't understand human language, so it doesn't know what Zhu Chop and the two humans said.

The injury was too serious, and the blood loss was too much. It was unable to move, and it could only stare at the former.

Pig Chop thought for a while, took out a bottle of recovery medicine, opened the bottle cap and took a sip, then put the medicine bottle beside the King of the Odd Face Clan.

After doing this, it caught up with the two huntresses who were trotting out of the warehouse with the giant bomb barrels in their hands.

After running a few steps, Zhu Chop remembered something again.

It turned its head and bared its teeth, regardless of whether the King of the Odd-Mian Clan understood or not, and said viciously: "Don't come to steal again meow! If there is another time, I will scratch you to death meow!"

The King of the Odd-Mian Clan lying in a pool of blood obviously still hadn't recovered.

It looked at the back of the pork chop going away, and then at the medicine bottle in hand.

Although it is not clear what this is, but its intuition tells it that this thing can save its life.

Supported by a strong desire to survive, the king of the odd-faced tribe slowly got up and stretched out his hand to the bottle of recovery medicine.