Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

The successful docking gave Gordon a little more confidence in the outcome of the hunt.

Unlike yesterday's bitter battle, the initiative of today's battle is almost always in his own hands.

From the use of sonic bombs to preemptively attack the enemy, to the frontal attack of pig chops to lure the enemy, and to attack the weak points from the side, the completely different hunting experience once again proves the importance of tactics when hunting monsters.

Perhaps it was because of the severe pain of the severed tail that accelerated the speed of the big monster bird's getting up. This kind of pitiful big guy didn't lie on the ground for too long.

Gordon was worried that the big monster bird would be furious and counterattack again after getting up, so he retreated ahead of time and opened a safe distance of several meters. Facts have proved that his caution was right.

The big monster bird, which had just returned to its normal state within two minutes, had its eyes red again.

Gordon felt that this should be due to docking

The familiar sulfur-smelling gas was accompanied by sparks bursting from the edge of the giant monster's beak. There is no doubt that this is the precursor to the breath.

Yesterday's severe burns gave him some psychological shadow.

Although the range of the hot sand breath of the big monster bird was not far, the splashing range was quite large. In order to avoid further burns, Gordon immediately put away the big sword and began to retreat cautiously, while being ready to dodge at any time.

The big monster bird took an extraordinarily long time to prepare for this breath attack. Its muffled grunt like gargling echoed in its huge beak, and the scattered sparks in the gaps of the giant beak gradually turned into blazing flames.

Could this guy really be like a fire dragon, just spit out a fireball?

Gordon, who had already retreated tens of meters away, groaned in his heart, his concentration and spirit were also tense to the extreme, and he was on guard for an attack that might come at any time.

"Quack quack quack quack!"

With a strange cry, the big monster bird that had been "charging up" for a long time suddenly moved.

The slender and powerful legs planed the ground, and the constantly flapping wings may be maintaining balance, or it may be assisting in acceleration. The huge head was swinging from side to side, like a drunken lunatic, aiming at Gordon Running here.

"What the hell?!"

Gordon cursed secretly, and prepared for a long time for the breath attack, why did he suddenly become a "dragon carriage"?

Just when Gordon was about to swoop to dodge, a large group of flames mixed with hot sand and gravel was thrown out by the big monster bird, crossed a parabola, and hit a place six or seven meters away from Gordon.

Gordon stopped abruptly.

Then came the second group, the third group, and the fourth group.

While the big monster bird flicked its giant head left and right and ran wildly, it spewed out a lot of hot sand breath, which fell on both sides of its collision path in a rather random way.

This made Gordon dare not fly and dodge at all.

The seemingly random "following" breath of the big monster bird is completely unpredictable. Once it is hit, no, as long as it is slightly affected by the hot sand that is splashed in a wide range, the dragon car that follows it will send it to the ground. He was crushed into meatloaf!

This guy actually knows how to block his retreat with his breath? ? !

Gordon stared at the big strange bird running wildly in shock. He knew in his heart that if he didn't do anything else, he could let the pork chop help him prepare for his funeral.

If you turn your head and run, you can't run away. If the stride is there, it is impossible for human legs to run past monsters.

It is the most normal choice to gamble on your luck by flying sideways and rolling, do everything you can and then resign yourself to fate.

But Gordon doesn't want to bet his life on luck.

It's okay to gamble with your life, but he is more willing to gamble with strength than with luck!

Taking a deep breath, pressing it into his stomach, and stabilizing his core, Gordon stared at the big monster bird that was rushing towards him. The giant scissors on his back were directly placed on his shoulders. As the heart pumped vigorously, blood rushed into the muscles. , the strength began to gather.

Charge posture!

"If the power is strong enough and the timing is accurate enough, the charged slash can even directly slay the dragon flying over the hunter's head!"

This is what a high-ranking swordsman in the assembly hall told him when he was drinking and bragging.

Gordon at the time saw it as an exaggerated description, but now, he's going to try!

The big monster bird in the wild run had a huge stride, the injuries to its wings and legs, and the way it swayed from side to side meant that its center of gravity was not stable.

As long as you can seize that moment!

Under the visor, Gordon's eyes narrowed slightly.

With the gradual increase in the number of charging stages, the distance between him and the big monster bird is getting closer and closer, ten meters, eight meters, five meters, two meters

It's now!

"ha!"

Gordon, whose muscles and joints were tense to the extreme, instantly released the power-slash that he had also accumulated to the limit. The giant scissors turned into an afterimage with destructive power, broke through the air, and slashed on the side of the big monster bird. face.

The giant strange bird's huge head was smashed to one side, and it was forced to maintain its center of gravity by swinging its head and wings, and it lost its balance in an instant, and fell in front of the hunter.

Seeing this scene, the anxious pork chop who was hiding in the distance couldn't help jumping up and down happily.

For Gordon in the past, the charge cut was the end of a series of attacks.

After all, people are not machines. After releasing the energy accumulated to the limit in one breath, you must allow two or three seconds for the muscles to "take a breath".

But now, he felt inexplicably that the charged slash was just a "pre-position".

The power accumulated before was not completely dissipated with the slash of the knife, but turned into a short "aftermath", which temporarily remained deep in the muscles.

Waits to be reawakened, or dissipates after a few seconds.

In his mind, he recalled a movement that the high-ranking swordsman taught him in a daze after he was half drunk.

Kneeling on one knee, with both legs bent, the arms holding the hilt of the big sword tightly, the shoulders, and even the back are all tightened to the right as much as possible. The whole person is like a group of winches that have been twisted to the limit, and the twisters At the end of the wheel is a big sword pointing directly at the sky!

This is an advanced charging posture called "Strong Charge Slash".

As the muscles tightened again, the strength that hadn't dissipated seemed to come back, and even improved on the original basis, no, counting chips!

The power accumulated to another level seemed to be out of Gordon's control. He roared, and slashed the strongest sword since he became a hunter at the big monster bird that had not yet stood up.

Slash with a strong charge!

The giant scissors cut across a huge arc, and slashed down with a powerful momentum that seemed to divide the earth into two.

Due to the inability to accurately grasp this brand new power, the sword did not accurately cut at the root joint of the left wing that Gordon expected, but on the wing bone of the left wing of the big monster bird.

The carapace, skin, and fascia were all destroyed without hindrance in front of the giant shears, and the only thing that could stand in front of the blade was the thick bones.

"Kara!"

Amidst the crisp sound of bones breaking, the wing bone of the big monster bird was bent at a strange angle. Looking at the tiny bone stubbles splashing out from the wound, Gordon knew that the left wing of the big monster bird was also broken. It is completely scrapped.

The miserable howling was endless, and the big monster bird that was hit hard again bounced off the ground as if it had been electrocuted, and the huge wings of the whistling fan knocked Gordon back, but fortunately he was not injured.

Just when Gordon took a few steps back, ready to face another wave of anger from the big monster bird, he was shocked to find out.

This guy actually turned around and limped away?