Monster Hunter:Hunter's Notes

Chapter 200 Romanticism?

Perhaps because of the impact of the explosion, the horn of the one-horned dragon did not penetrate very deeply into the ledge this time, and it was about to break free.

Gordon no longer cared about choosing a favorable attacking position, he rushed forward and directly swung the Fire Dragon Flame Sword.

The blazing blade fell on the side of the one-horned dragon's face, bursting into a ball of fire.

It was followed by a sweeping slash, once again leaving a scorched black scar on the side of its neck.

These two consecutive blows did not cause serious damage to the one-horned dragon, but made it feel extremely depressed.

It was like a proud swordsman who was grabbed by his sword and slapped twice - the pain was secondary, but the main reason was that it was extremely insulting.

"Roar!"

It roared angrily, tensed its muscles, shook its head violently, and finally pulled the giant horn out of the rock.

Gordon didn't know if that was an illusion.

The moment the one-horned dragon escaped from trouble, he seemed to hear a slight "click" sound.

Is that the sound of broken stones? Or the crunching sound of the bones of a monoceratops?

Or maybe

The one-horned dragon that escaped from the trap stared at Gordon.

Its heartbeat was roaring, and the movement was like a steam engine filled with hot burning coal. The blood rushed through the blood vessels like high-pressure steam, and its eyes and head turned scarlet again.

Angry state again?! Didn’t this guy just get out of rage not long ago??!

Gordon cursed secretly.

After the previous hard battles, he came to the conclusion that fighting a furious Dioceratops was simply asking for trouble.

After hesitating for less than half a second, Gordon put away the Fire Dragon Flame Sword, threw a dye ball with his hand, turned around and ran away.

"Pork chop, prepare to retreat!"

"Good meow!"

The effect of the cold drink is almost over, the physical strength is severely exhausted, the sharpness of the weapon has declined, the previous injuries have not healed, and the internal organs are also aching.

Although the injury to the one-horned dragon was more serious, with this guy's crazy appearance after being furious, continuing to fight might be more detrimental to his side.

A short break is the most appropriate choice.

Pork Chops quickly passed behind Dioceratops, threw a small barrel of explosive bombs to distract the latter, and covered Gordon's evacuation.

Gordon took the opportunity to run towards the center of the rocky beach.

Stone pillars, stone platforms, and huge boulders are everywhere here. The terrain is so complex that it may even affect the ability to swing a sword. The gravel underfoot will also interfere with the pace. It is not suitable for fighting, but it is a good path for retreat.

Gordon and Pork Chop covered each other, and after ten minutes, they finally got rid of the horned dragon's pursuit.

"Need to go back to the camp to rest?" After confirming that there were no monsters wandering around, Pig Chop looked at the dried blood at the corner of Gordon's mouth and asked worriedly.

"No, I drank two bottles of recovery medicine before. The injury is not serious, but I need to take it easy."

Gordon sat down on the ground, took out a piece of food, and chewed a bottle of recovery medicine slowly.

Pig Chop was worried, so he came over and pressed his little paws on Gordon's body for a while. After confirming that there were no serious injuries such as fractures or internal bleeding, he was completely relieved.

He sat down next to Gordon, took out his own dried fish, and gnawed on it.

The desert is desolate. One person and one cat are eating dry food in front of the setting sun, and it feels romantic.

Pork Chop threw the last piece of dried fish tail into his mouth.

"The sun has set, meow."

"Well, we have to hunt at night this time." Gordon rubbed Pork Chop's head, "Hey, it's really getting cold. Fortunately, I prepared hot drinks."

Pork Chop blinked his bright cat pupils, "It's so dark, can Gordon see clearly?"

Gordon raised his head, pointed at the bright stars gradually emerging under the night, and said with a smile:

"This is bright enough."

This is a flat oasis.

The underground spring water flows quietly through the spring eye, converging into a crescent-shaped shallow bay, shining like mercury under the starlight.

The one-horned beast strolls by the lake.

The horny mouth like a bird's beak easily chewed open a giant cactus the size of a water tank. The hard tongue ignored the sharp thorns on the cactus and chewed the nutritious and water-rich pulp piece by piece into its belly.

Gordon took out his portable telescope and observed the wound on the leg of the ceratopsian from a distance.

It had only been a little over an hour since I left, and the wound on the leg of the dragon had stopped bleeding, and there were even signs of scabbing.

According to this recovery rate, if he rests for a night and continues hunting, what he will have to face tomorrow morning may be a desert knight in a state of complete victory.

"The halftime break is over, are you ready for the second half?" Gordon said loudly and strode towards the Dioceratops.

Pork Chop went to retrieve the last barrel bomb, but it wasn't nearby.

Logically speaking, it would be the most rational choice to wait until Pork Chop comes back and serve it together, but maybe the setting sun and starlight in the desert burned out his brain.

Now he felt that it would be quite good to have a life-and-death fight with a horned dragon under the witness of the stars.

The unabashed words and footsteps made the one-horned dragon stop eating.

It turned around and stared at the slowly approaching hunter with its dark yellow eyes.

Perhaps sensing the hunter's thoughts, the one-horned dragon's eyes no longer looked as ferocious and ferocious as before.

It didn't even make a demonstrative roar, it just waited quietly for Gordon, waiting for him to stand in front of it.

"Next time, I'm just going to use this guy."

Regardless of whether the one-horned dragon understood it or not, Gordon pulled out the Fire Dragon Flame Sword, inserted it in front of his body, and said childish words that he would normally sneer at.

"Don't go underground and make surprise attacks. It's ugly to come out of the ground and poke people's butts."

Of course, the Dioceratopsian wouldn't reply to him. Its injured hind feet fiddled with the sand under its feet, and it felt like it was eager to try.

"Okay, I talked too much." Gordon laughed at himself, and then tightened his grip on the sword hilt.

"let's start."

Two streams of air spurted out from the nostrils of the one-horned dragon.

The muscles all over its body tensed up, and the movements of its giant claws that stirred the ground suddenly became powerful.

Gordon, who has had many rounds of confrontations with Dioceratops, naturally knows that this is a precursor to the opponent's charge.

He took a deep breath and raised the sword with both hands.

This is not a gesture of accumulating power, but an additional special sword-holding stance taught to him by his master before the end of his training.

According to the master, the stance came from a great swordsman from the Ryukyakuin Investigation Team. The hunters of that organization seemed to be trying to develop a new style of martial arts.

And this posture is the essence of one of the styles.

Gordon slowly exhaled the air that had been pressed into his chest.

"'Courage'?" Gordon said softly.

Every muscle in his body had been adjusted to its optimal condition, and he was waiting quietly for the moment when the one-horned dragon would strike.

At this moment, the one-horned dragon started.

The earth and rocks were crushed, the ground was trembling, and the one-horned dragon instantly entered a sprinting state, pointing its horn directly at its opponent.

But Gordon still stood there, maintaining his posture, motionless, as if he would be pierced in the next second and hung on the horn of the one-horned dragon, becoming another strange trophy of the latter.

It is impossible to say that there is no fear in his heart at this time. The so-called fearlessness is just an exaggerated description.

But fear and courage cannot coexist!

The moment the giant beast's sharp horn was about to approach, a flash of blue light flashed from Gordon's body, making it unclear whether it was an illusion or the afterglow of starlight reflected on the armor.

At this moment, the heavy sword seemed to become as dexterous as a sword.

The sword blade rested on the horn and retreated at the first touch. With this thrust, Gordon turned sideways and passed by the horned dragon. The sword he swung left a long and narrow path on the horned dragon's side.

scars.

The one-horned dragon that failed in its attack stopped, turned around, and stared at the hunter with its eyes.

Gordon laughed happily.

He remembered the night before he officially became a hunter, when he mustered up the courage and determined to hunt the big wild boar king.

"Even if you are afraid, you must have the courage to face the monster. Is this 'courage'?"

Ps.

That's right! This is borrowed from mhxx's Great Sword of Courage, but xx's hunting skills and style system are too complicated, so here are only some of the moves from "Y Chapter".

After the rationalization and adaptation, it will probably be like facing the monster head-on and then calmly preventing counterattacks?

(End of chapter)