Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Gordon looked over to Pork Chop and saw Pork Chop jumping around at the edge of the treetop, next to the pool.

It was originally a pit on the top of an ancient giant tree. There were some burnt marks on the edge of the pit. It might have been struck by lightning or burned by fire. Rainwater and dew flowing down the branches accumulated in it, forming a Quite a small pool.

Gordon quickly understood what pork chop meant.

The terrain of the water pool is higher than that of the dragon's nest. If the water pool can be destroyed, the water rushing down may be able to drive away the male fire dragon who hates water.

So Gordon put away his sword and started running. On the way, he didn't forget to grab a fruit from a plant that grew between the gaps in the trunk.

The male fire dragon's vision will return to normal soon, and there will be no time to identify what fruit it is.

As Gordon ran toward the waterhole, he stuffed the fist-sized nut into the projector, raised his arm, and pulled the trigger to launch.

When the crossbow arm flicked, the nuts flew accurately at the back of the fire dragon's head.

Burning with rage and losing his vision, the extremely irritable male fire dragon felt the attack from behind, turned around suddenly, and breathed a fireball in the direction of the attack.

"Meow!"

Pork Chop, which was jumping around the edge of the pool, screamed in surprise and quickly dodged.

With the explosion of "Boom!", a large hole with a diameter of more than one meter was blasted out of the dam-like structure on the edge of the pool.

The power of the male fire dragon's fireball breath was actually not too amazing, and it was not enough to directly defeat the water pool, but the rainwater accumulated in the water pool was more than they expected.

Cracks spread at the edge of the large hole, and after a few seconds, the piece of wood, which was not very strong, completely shattered.

Hundreds? It could also be that thousands of cubic meters of water poured down like a raging flood.

Gordon and Pork Chop never expected that the water after the collapse of the pool would be so fierce, and they were about to be swallowed up by the rapids.

"Pork chop!" Gordon yelled.

After receiving the signal, Pork Chop ran over and jumped onto one of Gordon's legs.

Gordon hurriedly fired a hook lock at a wedge insect that landed on the branch above his head.

This is an insect found everywhere in the New World.

After it emerges, it will find a branch to cling to. Its claws are firmly embedded in it and will not move for almost its entire life. The carapace is full of edges and corners, making it very suitable for hook lock fixation.

After the hook was firmly attached, the miniature winch in the projector rotated rapidly, pulling them off the ground the moment the flood swallowed them up.

The male fire dragon, whose sight had not yet fully recovered, was a little panicked when he heard the "rumbling" sound of water. He was about to flap his wings and take off, but it was already too late.

It was carried by the torrent, rushed down the tree crown, and fell from the edge of the treetop platform, leaving only a miserable howl that still echoed in the giant tree crown.

"Roar-"

The water comes and goes quickly.

After all, it was not a flood in the true sense. After the water in the pool emptied, this wide treetop platform returned to calm.

After releasing the hook lock, the frightened Gordon and Pork Chop fell back to the ground.

If they had moved a little slower just now, they would have been rushed down the tree canopy together with the male fire dragon. The male fire dragon's outstanding flying ability would most likely not have been thrown to death.

But it's not that easy for them to talk.

The soaked man and the cat looked at each other for a few seconds, and then burst into lunatic laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Meow meow meow meow!"

"The male fire dragon doesn't like water. After being washed away by the flood, he probably won't be able to return to his lair in a short time." Gordon smiled and poured out the water from his boots. "It can be considered a successful repel. Bar."

The pork chop shook its body with a "grunt" sound, and tiny droplets of water were thrown everywhere. "The egg liquid and smell on Gordon's body have also been washed away, so he probably won't come back to me again."

Let's go down around the giant tree and slowly look for a suitable place to set up camp, meow? "

Ge thought for a moment, "No, I have a better way."

"What can I do?"

"Let's find that scratching bird first and kill it." Gordon said with bared teeth.

"." I don't know how to evaluate the pork chop.

Gordon waved his hands and said, "Don't get me wrong, this has nothing to do with revenge."

"Really meow?"

"Well, it has a bit to do with it, but that's not the key." Putting the dried boots back on, Gordon continued to explain: "This is what I think.

Since the scratching bird dared to run into the fire dragon's nest to steal the eggs, does that mean it might have a way to escape the fire dragon's pursuit?

Such as small gaps that fire dragons cannot enter, or tree holes. "

"Meow?" Pig Chop scratched his beard and thought for a moment, "It seems that there is a possibility of meow."

Now that they had their bearings, Gordon and Pig Chop didn't stay too long in the dragon's nest at the top of the tree. They followed the smell and traces left by the dyed balls and prepared to go down.

But Gordon suddenly noticed something was wrong and turned around sharply.

A strange figure was watching them quietly on a high branch.

Gordon and Pork Chop immediately put their hands on the hilts of their swords and stared warily at the figure who did not know when to appear.

That seems to be a person? Gordon narrowed his eyes slightly.

To be precise, dragon people.

The other person was standing, wearing clothes made of plants and a hat made of a giant mushroom. The mushroom seemed to be still alive, and the mushroom skirt hanging down from the edge covered its face like a face towel.

The mysterious watcher is not tall, probably less than one meter, his feet are bent, and there is no hair on his legs and feet. It seems that only the dragon tribe meets these conditions.

Gordon relaxed a little, took the initiative to release the hilt of the sword, and briefly introduced himself, "My name is Gordon, and I am a member of the New World Investigation Team. Are you also a member of the investigation team?"

The mysterious onlooker was silent for a few seconds, and squeezed out a simple syllable from his throat, ".No."

His voice was very muddy, as if he hadn't spoken for decades.

Gordon couldn't confirm for a moment whether the other person was speaking the lingua franca of the Old World, or whether the pronunciation sounded more similar.

But then, the other party said a complete sentence, "You are a strong person who stands at the apex of the ecosystem."

"Uh, thank you for the compliment. Who are you?" Gordon, who had received the compliment for no reason, asked.

The other party seemed to have not heard him at all. After another period of silence, he spoke again, "You are qualified to know about things about this land."

After saying that, the mysterious and strange dragon man raised his hand, and a golden slice the size of a palm, made of gold, but with extremely complex veins and veins, fell into Gordon's hand.

"This is. Gift chaos is coming but there is still time"

As he spoke, the mysterious dragon man jumped down from the branch where he was standing. After several leaps, his figure disappeared among the shadows of the dense vines.

Gordon and Pork Chop were both a little confused and couldn't figure out the situation.

But the phrase "chaos is coming" spoken by the mysterious dragon made him quite concerned.

I looked at the golden sheet over and over again, and after confirming that there was nothing interesting about it, I carefully clipped it into my notebook and put it in my bag and put it away.

Pig Chop scratched his ears and muttered, "It's really weird, meow."

Gordon patted Pork Chop on the head, "Okay, stop thinking about things you don't understand. When you return to the base, ask the Commander-in-Chief and the others what they should know.

Let’s finish what’s in front of us first. "

"Good meow."

One person and one cat followed the traces and smells left by the dye balls and stepped onto the thick vines that descended like spiral stairs.