Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Even after rolling and getting up just now, the scissors's sickle-like sword head was still accurately chopped at the root of the left wing of the big strange bird.

It's a pity that the big monster bird looks slender, but the defensive power of its carapace cannot be underestimated.

With the strength of his sword and the destructive power of the giant scissors, if this knife was cut on the big wild boar king, it would be enough to leave a deep wound, but at this time, it only picked up a small piece of the big monster bird's carapace, with A small gash was made in the hard skin covering it.

This result disappointed Gordon.

Originally, he planned to use this blow to severely injure the left wing of the big monster bird, making it incapable of flying, but now it seems that it is more like a scratch than a serious injury.

"Guga!"

Just when Gordon was feeling sorry for himself, the next blow of the big monster bird came.

Its slender but powerful neck was raised high again, as if it was accumulating strength, and the next second, the huge beak that was so wide that it could almost swallow Gordon's whole body was pecked down.

Gordon quickly stopped the attack, and just stepped back a few steps, the giant beak that fell like a sledgehammer left a shallow pit where he was originally standing.

Gordon swallowed secretly. If this blow was hit, it might break his skull.

However, he also noticed that although the big monster bird's pecking move was powerful, its forward movement was quite long, which should be because its head and beak were too big and heavy.

As long as he is careful not to be greedy for knives, the problem should not be big.

The big monster bird's pecking is continuous, and if it misses a hit, it adjusts its movements, takes a step forward, and continues to attack.

Gordon didn't even dare to take out the knife this time. Just dodging and rolling made him work hard, but he was not in a hurry, because he knew very well that continuous attacks of this intensity could not last.

Sure enough, after dodging four or five pecks in a row, the big monster bird seemed to be tired. Gordon seized this opportunity, stepped closer, and waved his big sword to give it a few firm blows.

But at this moment, a bomb barrel the size of a coconut flew from afar and landed on the big monster bird.

This is the bomb attack of the pork chop.

Gordon, who knew the explosion range of this small barrel bomb, stopped immediately, blocked the big sword in front of him, and entered a defensive posture.

"Boom!"

After a loud bang, Gordon swung his blade to cut through the gunpowder smoke and continued to move forward.

The pig scratched its ears annoyedly. Its timing of using the bomb this time was not good - the power of the small barrel bomb was not enough to break through the thick carapace back of the big monster bird, but interrupted Gordon's attack Rhythm.

However, Gordon did not reprimand the pork chop for this.

Tacit understanding needs to be cultivated. If you want to care about everything because of a mistake, what should you do if the pig chop who is already easy to be unconfident becomes timid? He didn't want his partner to become submissive.

Wait, something's wrong with the monster bird?

Gordon, who rushed to the big monster bird and left a wound on its leg, suddenly found that the former's movements became a little stiff.

This reminded him of the advice given to him by the seniors in the assembly hall before he set off - the big monster bird has a keen sense of hearing, especially when its earflaps are open, and using sonic bombs can easily stun it.

Explosion!

Gordon suddenly realized that the bomb barrel of the pork chop did not cause actual damage to the big monster bird, but the explosion sound at close range obviously affected the latter.

Of course, this kind of explosive sound is not as good as a specially designed sonic bomb that can release high-frequency noise, but it is also a means of control.

"Pig chop! When it opens its ears again, throw a bomb barrel on its face! The noise is very effective!" Gordon, who took this opportunity to continue attacking the legs of the monster bird, yelled.

Pig Chop immediately understood his intention, "Understood meow!"

The big monster bird, which had recovered from the impact of the explosion, became furious again, its beating heart made it move faster, and its eyes turned red due to bloodshot.

Upon seeing this, Gordon immediately retreated with his sword.

In the next second, the winged claws that were powerful enough to break the tree trunk swung past him, which made him feel extremely thankful that he was not cautious about being greedy for knives.

"Googling." At this moment, there was a strange sound like boiling water bubbling.

A large number of flames and sparks drilled out from the gap in the huge spoon-shaped beak of the big monster bird, and a pungent sulfur smell diffused towards the surroundings.

"It's breathing!" Gordon felt his heart skip a beat.

Different from the "breath" that the peach-haired beast king spits out after eating special mushrooms, the big monster bird has a special organ similar to that of a fire dragon—the flame bag.

Although the evolution of the throat and beak is much lower than that of the flying dragon, it cannot withstand high temperature and pressure enough, making it difficult for it to spit out a powerful high-temperature fireball at an extremely fast speed like a fire dragon.

But they also have their own unique way of breathing.

The big monster bird that likes to dig and eat earthworms will store some sand in its body. When it needs to use its breath to fight the enemy, the high-temperature flame generated by the flame bag will heat the sand to nearly a thousand degrees in just a few seconds.

Then, they will use their huge spoon-shaped beaks to throw out the hot sand mixed with flames.

In terms of absolute destructive power, this kind of breath is naturally far inferior to the explosive fireball of the fire dragon, but at close range, the high-temperature sandy soil with a huge coverage is also very dangerous.

Gordon retreated with all his strength, and swooped as far away as possible while the big monster bird breathed out, but he still couldn't completely avoid the attack.

The flames mixed with hot sand hit him a few meters away, and the hot sand splashed in all directions, many of which fell on his body and flowed in through the gaps in the armor, burning the skin on his back.

Gordon snorted, but still resisted the burning pain in his back, and got up quickly, otherwise the next attack of the big monster bird would come!

Sure enough, the big monster bird that had completed its breath came running wildly, shaking its head. This attack mode of breathing and colliding reminded Gordon of the male fire dragon he had encountered.

The two really have something in common. Should it be called "Teacher Yangkuku"?

Gordon knew very well that in the face of this kind of sacrificing collision attack, the best way to deal with it was always to swoop and roll when the monster was about to hit it, so as to minimize the possibility of the monster changing the direction of the collision.

So, he abandoned the fear in his heart, stared at the big monster bird rushing, and waited silently for the opportunity.

"Defensive meow!" Pig Chop's slightly shrill cry sounded.

Although Gordon didn't understand its intentions, he still chose to trust his partner. His body even reacted before his brain made a decision—the big sword was in front of him for parrying, in an impact-resistant posture!

Just when the distance between the big monster bird and Gordon was only a few meters away, a small bomb barrel was thrown from the side and hit the former with precision on the forehead.

"boom!"

The big monster bird, which was already a little unstable due to running wildly, fell to the ground. Because Gordon stood up his sword in time to defend, the flying wood chips and flowing flames did not affect him.

“Beautifully done pork chops!”

Gordon cheered, and just about to set up his great sword to accumulate strength, the severe burning pain from his back made him lose his strength.

The burns on the back may be more serious than I thought.

Looking at the big monster bird that was having difficulty getting up for a while, Gordon gritted his teeth unwillingly, but out of rational considerations, he still roared: "Temporary retreat!"

Before even throwing the dyed jade, the hunter and the cat got into the jungle and withdrew from the battlefield. .