Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

"So, so this is really a potion?" Looking at the purple-black, viscous and cloudy potion in the glass tube in front of her, Fengying stammered, "This thing looks more like a poison?"

The professor didn't bother to talk to this guy at all.

What Hayata paid attention to was another point, "Professor, isn't this potion taken directly?"

"Well, this is a drug for injection." The professor nodded and said: "The material contains mad dragon crystals, serum extracted from the blood of the black dragon, and the juice of the dragon-slaying fruit. It is not suitable for oral administration, and it is injected into the blood circulation. System is the most efficient way.

It can directly act on the mad dragon virus and spores lurking in the body of the infected person, making them inactive. "

"Are you sure it's safe?" Gordon looked at this potion from a similar angle to Feng Ying's, and he also felt that it didn't look hygienic.

It's not that there is any stereotyped effect on purple and black, but this thing, really, is too similar to the monster's saliva after being infected with mad dragon disease

The professor whose profession was questioned was throbbing with blue veins on his forehead, and Nadia on the side hurriedly smoothed things over, "It's safe, it's definitely safe, I, Julius, and Senior Will have all injected this medicine.

After the injection more than a month ago, the symptoms of kuanglong disease have not appeared again, and the physical fitness has returned to normal. If the professor emphasized that the virus has not been completely eliminated, we all thought we were completely cured. "

Gordon nodded, feeling relieved, watching the professor and the assistant give injections to Hayata, Fengying, and the villager who was seriously infected and had to be fixed on the bed with restraint belts.

The villagers with scarlet eyes, purple skin, and bulging blood vessels soon fell into a deep sleep, and those terrible external symptoms quickly disappeared.

The same was true for Hayata and Fengying, their severely congested eyes gradually returned to normal, and the burning sensation in their blood vessels, as well as the manic emotion that made people want to bite something, disappeared without a trace.

Fengying rubbed her face, then found a mirror to look at her eyes, and said pleasantly, "It's really good!"

Hariyata, who had been tense for several days, exhaled slowly, and thanked the professor and the others earnestly.

The professor waved his hand, "Although this medicine has remarkable curative effect and long-term effect, it is just a stopgap measure after all.

Crazy dragon crystals, black erosion dragon's blood and other materials are no longer available. If you want more infected people to come out, I have no choice but to use the previous inhibitory medicine.

But there are some clues to the real solution to the mad dragon disease. "

"What way? Is there anything we can do to help?" Gordon asked quickly.

Whether it is the black dragon armor or the potion just used, they are all temporary. If the problem of mad dragon disease is not completely solved, it will always make people feel uneasy.

"Really?" The professor was about to say something when he saw the monk rushing over.

It was confirmed that the injured villagers, as well as Hayata and the others had recovered temporarily, and the tension of the monk was relieved a lot.

Although the guild's support came slowly, it was not perfunctory.

The supplementary combat power of the three high-ranking hunters, and the arrival of the backbone of the newly established Kuanglong Disease Research Institute in person, gave him some confidence.

In order to share information, the monk is once again inviting everyone to his home.

Feng Ying finally seized the opportunity to return Hayata's Black Corrosion Dragon Armor, and exchanged for her original Thunder Wolf Dragon Armor.

"Ah~ It's comfortable!" Fengying let out a long and comfortable sigh after jumping twice and moving her little feet.

Gordon pointed to the corner of the wall, and Fengying, who knew she would only get in the way if she stayed, ran to the base of the wall and squatted down, humming the out-of-tone neighborhood.

The newcomer Aiden was also squatting here. The two had similar positions in their respective hunting groups, and they both had sunny and lively temperaments. They chatted quickly.

On the other side, more serious discussions are taking place.

"There are two main things." The monk is directly cutting into the topic, "One is that the information deciphered in the temple before needs to be shared with the pen hunters.

The second is about the letter just sent by the head of the brigade.

He made some special discoveries, and these discoveries also answered the biggest doubt in my heart. "

"Hmm." Gordon replied.

Regarding the information deciphered in the temple, the great monk had shared it with them just a few days ago, and now it was Julius and the others' turn to listen to the "chanting".

The great monk recounted the legend of the dragon of light and darkness from the beginning, and then recited the ancient poem engraved on the sealing stone of the temple, which Anshir complained was "stinky and long".

"If darkness awakens in the eyes, light is born there

If the earth grows new shoots, it also breeds darkness

Turned into light to illuminate everything, countless shadows descended on the earth

When light returns, new darkness is born

(no water)

coexisting in life

only soul and memory"

After the monk was reciting the complete first long poem meticulously, the scene fell into silence.

"." Julius lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Forget it."

Gordon smiled and said to Julius: "Who is not confused? To sum it up in one sentence - there are white and black, mutual reincarnation, white will give birth to many darkness and so on.

The rest is just gossip going around. "

Julius raised his head and glanced at Gordon, "What I'm thinking is that the original text should not be the existing lingua franca, and the sentences and rhythms are more like the ancient Draconic language. It seems a bit awkward to translate into the lingua franca."

The "assistant" lady from the Dragon Disease Research Institute smiled and said: "It's a narrative poem in the ancient Draconic language, that's right, it should have been a beautiful poem, but it lost its charm after translation.

Mr. Dasengzheng, if possible, can you please describe the original text in the ancient dragon language? "

"sure."

The great monk was smiling, and began a chant that Gordon and others could not understand at all.

Gordon: "."

I have a low level of education and cannot understand the ancient dragon language, I'm really sorry!

"I see."

After the monk finished chanting, Julius nodded slightly, "The meaning of the original text will indeed be clearer."

"So what does the original text mean?" Gordon asked curiously.

Julius sorted out his language, and finally sighed helplessly, "If you refine the key points, it's almost the same as what you summed up before."

"." Gordon choked, and said helplessly, "So let's break away from literary appreciation first.

Mr. Dasengzheng, you said before that the discovery of the head of the group answered your doubts. What is the discovery and what doubts have been answered? "

The monk was taking out the letter sent by the head of the brigade with a peregrine falcon from his bosom, "The old gentleman said, the pure black dragon you once hunted, um, the body of the black eroded dragon, disappeared, leaving only A 'remnant slough'."

"Remnant?" Hayata confirmed doubtfully, "It's not a wreck?"

"Um."

"It means that the black erosion dragon didn't really die, but shed its skin and left?!" Gordon said in surprise.

"Impossible!" Hayata shook his head and said, "I pierced its heart, and even stripped a lot of materials to make this set of armor. It is impossible for it to be alive."

"It did die, but it also completed the 'reincarnation' and ushered in a 'new life'."

The monk was slowly saying: "Perhaps the sentence in the poem, 'Darkness will eventually disappear on the earth, waiting to be bathed in the breath of new life' can be interpreted in this way.

Death made it shed its black shell, and a pure white life was born from the black corpse.

The pure white dragon returned to its original homeland and descended on Sky Mountain as the 'Tian Hui'. "