Monster Hunter:Hunter's Notes

Chapter 482 The blocked crack

Gordon rushed to Lan Long out of habit, preparing to charge up and release the charged slash, but then he recalled Hilda's words.

——Destroy the spinous fins and weaken mobility.

There are not many opportunities to bring down Lan Long from the sky, maybe this is the only one.

Charging the head to behead it will indeed cause more serious injuries, but with the ancient dragon's vitality, these injuries will never play a decisive role.

In this case, it is better to use the opportunity for a more "effective" attack.

He quickly changed his attack position, came to Lan Long's broad forelimbs, and slashed down the epitaph sword with a low voice.

Black light and red arcs symbolizing dragon energy burst out.

Under the shroud of this energy, the thin but extremely tough wing membrane was broken open. Gordon roared and dragged the sword body, tearing a crack in the membrane of Lanlong's forelimb.

Not much blood flows out between the ruptured membranes. This kind of place is not a vital part, but it should be an important organ for controlling its flight posture.

"Get down! Hold on to the ground!" Hilda yelled.

However, Lanlong's attack has not ended yet.

Silvery white light gathered in its mouth again, and this time the breath was aimed at the most seriously injured Hilda.

Hilda, who escaped under the cover of her companions, did not yell and ask questions such as "How are you?" and "Are you injured?"

Hilda, who was farthest from the eye of the storm, was the one who was most seriously injured. A wound of nearly twenty centimeters was cut on her thigh by the wind blade, and blood gurgled out.

The hunters who were almost lifted off the ground by the eye of the wind a second ago were pushed from back to front and rolled more than ten meters.

"Not yet, meow?"

"Yes." Hilda said without hesitation: "The fact that it didn't continue to rush down means that it is also afraid."

The shield attached to the heavy crossbow was severely deformed by this blow, and it was obviously impossible to use it. However, no matter what, the strike was really blocked by this striker.

Although her movements were somewhat inconvenient, with her extremely rich experience, she jumped down at the most appropriate time and avoided Lan Long's strafing attack.

A huge tornado that penetrates the sky and the earth is rapidly forming with the area where it hovers as the eye of the storm.

The misty dragon hovering in the sky let out a long roar, and the heavy rain fell. Its satin-like spinous fins fully unfolded, emitting a hazy but mysterious light in the boundless rain curtain.

This is the precursor of Lan Long's true rage.

But it didn't rush straight towards the hunters, but circled and danced faster and faster.

"I know, meow! I just said it from the entrance, meow!" Xianglan made excuses. The reason why she kept looking for something to say was because she was a little scared.

It might be because of the crack, or it might be the heavy rain. Although it hasn't entered the ruins yet, it can already feel the ominous gaze.

Gordon and the others were almost knocked off their feet while they were retreating.

The strong wind gathered, Lan Long shook his body, and was lifted up from the ground by the wind.

The huge impact pushed Anhil back several meters and almost fell to the ground.

It can't be called safe.

It seems as if the surroundings are not almost weightless air, but water, and it is not flying, but swimming in the air.

"boom--!"

The only good thing is that the ground here is uneven and mainly made of solid limestone. At least there is a place where you can hold on and climb firmly.

Anhil was okay, there were two bloody wounds on his cheek and shoulder. It didn't look very deep, and he didn't know whether it was caused by the wind blade or the gravel on the ground.

I saw it flicking its head, and it was nearing the end, but its powerful yet terrifying breath swept back.

A small but sharp wind blade slashed across his face. Due to the presence of the mask, Gordon was not injured.

Gordon shook his head and stood up. The previous rolling hit made him a little dizzy, but thanks to the excellent defensive performance of the T-Rex armor, he did not suffer any obvious injuries.

"You've said this ten times, meow!"

"laugh."

He lowered his center of gravity and deployed the heavy crossbow. As soon as he completed preparations, the torrent of breath passed across his body.

"We're almost there, meow!"

Like a god.

Anhir, who was pulling the trigger continuously, immediately folded the heavy crossbow, put it away, and retreated quickly, not even interested in emptying the last shotgun in the magazine. He did not have such obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Hilda endured the severe pain in her legs and ran quickly.

"Because you asked me ten times, meow!" Zhupa bared his tiger teeth at Xianglan impatiently, "Are you blind, meow? Then the ruins are right in front and you can't see me, meow?!"

The Lanlong waved its long tail, its spinous fins vibrated, and its speed suddenly accelerated.

He immediately stopped attacking, put away his sword and flew back, while loudly reminding his companions, "Back off! This guy is going crazy!"

A stream of warm air centered on Lan Long's body and spread to all sides.

She was actually about twenty meters away from Lan Long, but this distance was less than a body height for Lan Long, who was over thirty meters long.

The huge tornado suddenly turned into countless wind blades and exploded.

"Flying around, endlessly."

Looking at the mysterious ancient dragon overlooking them in the sky, Ancier tightened his grip on the crossbow handle, "Is this guy really injured?"

Gordon kept his head buried and ran at full speed, hoping to arrive before the attack and help block it, but he was still too far away. At this critical moment, it was Ancil who took the lead and arrived in front of Hilda.

Anhil, whose arms were trembling slightly, couldn't help but muttered: "Good guy, I will never say that heavy crossbows and shields are evil anymore."

Gordon thought that Lanlong would have to struggle on the ground for a while before he could get up. After all, the latter's aquatic creature-like flippers didn't look like they were good at moving on the ground.

But now he found that using the verb "climb" on Lanlong was really insulting to this magical creature that could freely control wind and rain.

Gordon's eyes hidden under his mask flashed a dangerous red light, "Follow the previous plan, let's go to the wreckage of the airship, get it off, and chop it with a few more chops!"

It's hard to imagine that a simple change in airflow could produce such a loud, thunderous sound.

It was impossible to run away now, the strong wind was coming towards me, and the standing position facing the wind was too big, so lying down was relatively safe.

Instead, he drank the recovery medicine as quickly as possible and sprinkled a handful of life dust on his leg to stop the bleeding.

"Ziga!"

Hilda, who was a little further away, also began to retreat.

But he noticed that Lan Long's body in front of him was stained with a layer of dark gray like the clouds before a rainstorm.

Due to the injury to her leg, Hilda was half a beat too slow to get up and could no longer hide.

It turned into a giant gray dragon and hovered in the sky. Under the night, its eyes were so bright that it was a bit dazzling.

"Woo——!"

Under the influence of the huge suction force, the hunters felt that their legs were about to leave the ground. If they were really sucked into the tornado, the result would naturally be unnecessary to describe, it would just be scattered all over the ground.

The wind was still increasing, and many plants with weak root systems were uprooted. The misty dragon in the eye of the wind turned into a blurry afterimage.

This was not available last time I came here.

Hayata, who was following the two Ellu, said nothing. While running fast, she stabilized her breathing and saved every ounce of energy.

"What's going on here, meow? Meow?!" Zhupa, who was leading the way, suddenly stopped and exclaimed, even the dialect of the Ailu ethnic group in the Xiuret area jumped out.

The gap through which it and Gordon entered and exited the ruins was tightly blocked by a boulder several people high.

(End of chapter)