Monster Hunter:Hunter's Notes

Chapter 138 Speeding up the pace

The fire dragon, which avoided Gordon from under him, stretched its neck and opened its huge mouth to bite him.

Gordon, who had not yet completely regained his footing, immediately jumped out of the way. The "click" sound of a huge mouth closing sounded behind his ears, and the fishy smell of sulfur made the hairs stand on end.

After completing the roll as quickly as possible and getting up, Gordon looked up at the dagger-like fangs of the male fire dragon and narrowed his eyes slightly.

If you are bitten by this guy, the strange bird suit may not be able to withstand it.

The frequency of the sound of ballistae firing from the distance has obviously accelerated a lot. This is Ancier's attempt to divert the attention of the male fire dragon and give Gordon a chance to breathe.

One ice bomb after another hit the male fire dragon's back, causing ice flowers to bloom.

The male fire dragon hated this cold feeling. Continuous low temperature would make its body stiff and numb. It turned its neck in annoyance and turned its gaze to Ancil.

Gordon took the opportunity to drink a bottle of recovery potion. After throwing away the bottle, he immediately swung his sword and slashed at the fire dragon.

The Fire Dragon must not be really attracted to Ancil. As a swordsman, it is the most basic duty to drag the monster firmly in place.

There was no time to use charged slashes, so Gordon used vertical slashes combined with horizontal slashes and upward slashes to launch a combo.

With the action of inertia, the speed of swinging the sword gradually increased, and in a blink of an eye, several moderately deep wounds were left on the thighs and tail of the male fire dragon, and dark red blood seeped out.

The male fire dragon roared in pain.

Ancier also paused the offensive at the right time, folded and put away the heavy crossbow, and began to move.

This may seem like taking off your pants and farting, but in fact, shooters who frequently change their shooting positions are indeed less likely to arouse the "hatred" of monsters.

No one can tell why this is. Maybe it’s because most monsters have poor memories.

As soon as Ancil's rescue shooting stopped, and when the fire dragon's attention was completely focused on him, Gordon immediately felt that the pressure had increased a lot.

However, this did not make him feel panicked. On the contrary, he even enjoyed the subtle pleasure brought by the surge of adrenaline hormones due to his full concentration.

Just like when I was hunting the big wild boar king alone, I grew up quickly under pressure.

Slightly short, he easily dodged the attack of the male fire dragon and flicked his tail, and counterattacked with a horizontal slash, leaving a scar near the former's knee joint.

Gordon felt that he seemed to have mastered the trick that Yamos taught them at that time, using small-scale movements to dodge monster attacks.

To put it bluntly, this is a pre-reading technique that uses the details of a monster's movements to predict its next action.

If the monster's attack range is not large, there is no need to use large movements such as rolling and flying to evade, small sideways movements, short stature, etc., and the vulnerability will be much smaller.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he once again got under the male fire dragon. Here, similar small-scale dodge skills can be better applied and practiced.

The firing sound of the heavy ballistae sounded again, and Ancier had already adjusted his shooting position and returned to the battle.

The Fire Dragon's attention was once again diverted, so Gordon began to take the initiative to increase the difficulty for himself, or in other words, changed his fighting style.

The offensive and defensive advance and retreat have changed from the previous conservative approach to the current active offensive approach.

Anhill, who was providing continuous shooting support from a distance, was keenly aware of the change in Gordon's combat style. He removed his eyes from the scope, and after observing for a few seconds, he raised his eyebrows.

Logically speaking, it would be a headache for the shooter to change the attacking rhythm without authorization, but he didn't think so.

He saw what Gordon seemed to be "experimenting" with. This guy was using the Fire Dragon as a whetstone to try out new combat techniques!

Ancier chuckled and got excited.

With his proud character, he will never be troubled by his teammates getting stronger, or find it difficult to cooperate. In his opinion, anyone who thinks so is a mediocre person who cannot stand up to the stage.

The swordsman fights more aggressively and draws the monster's "hate" more firmly, so isn't the shooter able to fire more wantonly?

What? Do you think the swordsman affects your shooting? The monster moves around and you can’t shoot accurately?

There's only one reason for thinking this way, and that's because you're a waste of yourself

Ancier, who had never doubted his shooting skills, replaced the magazine with a water-cooled bullet and emptied the magazine at a far faster shooting speed than before.

Seeing that the fire dragon's attention was still firmly attracted by Gordon beneath it, Ancil moved faster.

Replace the empty magazine of the water-cooled bullet with an ice-cooled bullet.

Frost-white crossbow bullets shot out like meteors one after another, exploding ice flowers on the male fire dragon's wet body. Under the influence of low temperature, the water left by the water-cooled bullets began to freeze, and a layer of ice suddenly appeared on the red and black back of the male fire dragon.

Layer of hoarfrost.

"Roaring!" The extremely uncomfortable male fire dragon twisted his body vigorously and shook off the ice on his back.

Its attention turned to Ancil again.

Gordon, who had already been mentally prepared when he noticed the increasingly rapid sound of the ballista firing, also smiled at this time. He shouldered the sword without hesitation and entered the charging posture.

Without waiting for the power to be fully accumulated, when he saw the male fire dragon taking steps and preparing to turn around, he roared and swung his sword.

"Give it to me, come back!"

The head of the Explosive Knife Gai, which was shaped like a monster's hook, cut hard into the thigh of the male fire dragon. As the blade accumulated, it pulled out a large piece of bloody scales.

The painful fire dragon turned his head and stared at Gordon, his golden vertical pupils full of bloodlust and ferocity.

Its wings spread wide and fluttered violently, and its huge body instantly left the ground. With this rising inertia, the male fire dragon made a hawk-like attack and clawed at Gordon with its poisonous claws.

Gordon reacted immediately and rolled to one side.

The poisonous claws passed by without breaking the protection of the strange bird suit, but the venom carried on it seeped through the gaps in the armor and touched the skin.

The burning pain and numbness spread instantly, and Gordon's breathing suddenly became rapid. He needed to detoxify, but now was not a good time to take antidote.

——The male fire dragon was flying and suspended in front of his eyes, watching eagerly.

Just when Gordon was about to roll over again to avoid this fatal blow, Ancier's reminder sounded in the distance.

"Flashbang!"

At the same time, a small ball passed over the body of the male fire dragon and landed in front of its eyes.

Gordon raised his arms without hesitation and covered his eyes.

A burst of bright light.

The Fire Dragon was hit again, flapping its wings and falling to the ground in front of Gordon.

Gordon didn't even have time to shout out his thanks. He immediately took out the antidote and drank it. As the toxins that invaded his body were quickly decomposed, he felt much better.

Although the huge head, which was the weak point of the male fire dragon, was right in front of him and could be cut with any swing of his sword, Gordon still ran away.

While he was taking the medicine, several armor-piercing grenades were fired from behind the male fire dragon, nailing it on the back of its head.

"Isn't the pace too fast?"

(End of chapter)