Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

"Meow!" The pork chop that was tied to the main cable by Gordon suddenly let out a terrified whimper.

Gordon squatted down next to the pork chop, rubbed its little head that was completely drenched by the rain and looked embarrassed, and sighed: "I am not a qualified master. I clearly promised your father to take good care of you and take care of you. I practiced with you to become stronger, but brought you into such a desperate situation."

Pig Chop didn't respond, but murmured repeatedly in a tone as if being squeezed out of his throat by fear: "It's a monster meow. It's not a storm, it's a monster meow! A terrifying monster"

Gordon leaned down and felt something was wrong after hearing what the pork chop said.

Pork Chop was really timid before, but after two years of training, it is no longer what it used to be. Even in the face of flying dragons, it can charge without fear, and it has never seen such an appearance on the verge of collapse.

"Oh, that's right."

The professor who also heard what Zhu Pa said clearly smiled bitterly, and said to himself: "I just said, how could a storm of this scale form in the inland plain so quickly for no reason, is it the one from Lingfeng?

No wonder, the abnormal rainfall in the Metabe area in recent months, so it turned out to be the case. "

"What do you mean?" Gordon asked, "What exactly is the pork chop afraid of?"

"Elu has a keen perception far beyond that of humans, especially trained hunting cats, and they rarely make mistakes in this regard."

"But what??!"

Just as Gordon was about to continue asking questions, a sense of staring that made his hair tingle all over his body pierced his back like a needle. Gordon suddenly looked back, but all he saw was the annoying gray black thundercloud.

Although the feeling only appeared for a short moment and then receded like a tide, Gordon was sure that it was not an illusion.

As a hunter, if you don't even have this most basic perception ability, you should have turned into a dry bone in the hunting ground long ago.

He could even feel that there was no killing intent in that gaze, no probing and curiosity, no vigilance, only plainness, the kind of indifference like the most common pebble that swept across his feet.

"What is that?" Gordon asked shakily.

"God." A word that Gordon hadn't guessed popped out of the professor's mouth, "the god who controls the wind and rain."

Knowing that he was going to die, the professor turned his eyes away and opened the telescope again to observe the surrounding cloud walls.

Anyway, no matter whether you are facing the natural storm or the "God", life and death are no longer in your hands. If this is the case, let's do something meaningful before dying.

For example, observe and record the ecology of that guy!

As an atheist, Gordon doesn't believe in those illusory existences that no one has ever seen, but everything in front of him reminds him of the few words he eavesdropped on the conversations of the upper hunters in the assembly hall.

One sentence impressed him deeply.

——"Those guys are walking natural disasters. Just migrating can destroy everything along the way. When they are full of anger, they can also destroy civilization."

"Then, is it Gu Long?" Gordon asked in a low voice.

The professor turned his head and gave him a meaningful look, "This is not what you should know."

"Even before death, can't we satisfy our curiosity?" Alva said suddenly.

The slightly excited words of the trainee scribe surprised the professor and the others. In his impression, this was a quiet and obedient child.

"Too."

The professor laughed at himself: "In the face of this almost fatal situation, there is no need to care about those rules and regulations, maybe you will face that kind of existence in a while.

At least you have the right to know how you died. "

"Haha, I really have the power to be pessimistic." Gordon smiled. He didn't know why he could still laugh, but it was better than crying.

"The creature that caused this storm is indeed an ancient dragon. According to the documents and legends I have come into contact with, there are at least four ancient dragons that can call wind and rain and set off a storm.

The "Tianjin Calamity Soil" of Lingfeng only appeared in the legend of the land of flames, and the ecology of "Mingyu Chongji" and "Ifujuhiko" whose ecology is still unknown, and the "Wind Xianglong" of Daxue Mountain. "

"This name sounds a few grades stronger than ordinary monsters." Gordon muttered.

The professor glanced at him, and said in a somewhat dissatisfied tone: "Tianjin Huotu, Mingyu Chongji and Ifujuhiko are all ancient dragons inhabiting the Western Continent, and their names are naturally Western Continental.

If you find it difficult to pronounce, you can also use "Lanlong" to call Tianjin Disaster Land. This is the name in the documents of the Gulong Observation Bureau. As for the latter two, little is known about it.

Also, don't compare ancient dragons with 'monsters', even if they are flying dragons, that is an insult to them. If you are lucky, you will soon understand what I mean. "

Alva, who is obsessed with studying various magical creatures, is obviously more interested in the ancient dragon itself than Gordon who complained, "So, professor, who are we going to face?"

"Which one is okay?" Gordon slandered silently again. As a young monster hunter, he lacked awe of some great creatures in his heart.

"The Gulong Observation Bureau has always been paying attention to their movements, and it can be confirmed that it is not the Fengxiang Dragon from the snow mountain, and the two gods of Fenglei have never left the land of fire in the south of the Western Continent since ancient times.

On the contrary, the observation balloons on Lingfeng Peak in the Western Continent have already responded, and they lost track of Tianjin Disaster Land a few months ago."

"Western Continent? Can it fly across the sea?!" Gordon said in surprise.

"Crossing the sea is like taking a walk for Gu Long."

The professor snorted, and continued: "In Western Continental, 'Tianjin Disaster Land' means 'disaster from heaven', and it is considered to be the storm itself.

The reason why we named it "Land Dragon" is because it has the ability to manipulate clouds and wind. "

Facing Gordon, who was full of doubts, the professor pointed to the hurricane cloud wall that pierced through the sky and the earth, "From scratch, create the power of a storm alone!"

Gordon looked at the storm around him that could easily tear the airship under his feet apart just by the aftermath, and swallowed hard, "Is this the ancient dragon that Senior Amos and the others faced?"

"Boom!"

A burst of thunder exploded in everyone's ears. The blue thunder pierced through the cloud, winding at a speed invisible to the naked eye, spreading out countless branches, and illuminating the large cloud wall on the starboard side of the airship.

The lightning was so close to them that Gordon could even smell the burning smell of the air being ablated by the powerful current.

From the afterglow after the lightning disappeared, Gordon vaguely saw a huge streamlined shadow passing through the depths of the cloud wall on the starboard side, mixed with some purple-red light spots.

It's just that it's not dazzling, it can even be called a dim purple-red spot, but it leaves several clear and lasting halo trails among the rain clouds shining with thunder.

The young hunter squinted his eyes, staring at the huge shadow briefly reflected by the thunder, until it disappeared into the gloomy cloud wall and wind and rain again.

At some point, a gust of warm water vapor enveloped the airship.

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