Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Perhaps because of the impact of the explosion, this time the horn of the horned dragon did not penetrate the rock platform very deep, and it seemed that it was about to break free.

Gordon didn't care about choosing a favorable offensive position, he rushed forward and swung the Xionghuolongyan sword directly.

The fiery blade landed on the side face of a horned dragon, bursting into flames.

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

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

It's like a proud swordsman being grabbed by someone's sword, and then slapped twice -- the pain is secondary, and the main thing is that it is extremely insulting.

"Roar!"

It roared, its muscles tensed, and it shook its head violently, finally pulling the huge horn out of the rock.

Gordon wondered if that was an illusion.

The moment the horned dragon escaped, he seemed to hear a slight "click".

Is that the sound of stone breaking? Or the crisp sound of a horned dragon's bones?

or

The one-horned dragon that got out of trouble stared at Gordon.

Its heartbeat was roaring, and the movement was like a steam engine filled with hot coals, blood rushing through its veins like high-pressure steam, and its eyes and head cover were once again scarlet.

In a state of rage again? ! Isn't it not long since this guy just got out of his rage? ? !

Gordon cursed secretly.

After the hard fight before, he came to a conclusion - the hard fight with the horned dragon in a furious state was purely asking for trouble.

After hesitating for less than half a second, Gordon put away the Xionghuolongyan sword, threw a dyed ball with his hands, turned and ran away.

"Pork chop, prepare to retreat!"

"Good meow!"

The effect of the cold drink is almost over, the physical exertion is serious, the sharpness of the weapon has decreased, the previous injury has not healed, and the internal organs are also aching.

Although the one-horned dragon was more seriously injured, with this guy's crazy appearance after being enraged, it might be more detrimental to his side to continue fighting.

A short break is the best option.

The pork chop quickly passed behind the horned dragon, threw a small barrel bomb to distract the latter, and covered Gordon's evacuation.

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

There are stone pillars, stone platforms, and boulders everywhere. The terrain is so complicated that it will even affect swinging a sword. The gravel under your feet will also interfere with your pace. It is not suitable for fighting, but it is a good path for retreat.

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

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

"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 material, and slowly chewed on a bottle of recovery medicine.

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 broken bones or internal bleeding, he was completely relieved.

Sitting down next to Gordon, he took out his dried fish and gnawed on it.

The desert is desolate, and one person and one cat gnaw dry food in the afterglow of the setting sun, and they just gnawed out a romantic feeling.

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

"The sun is setting meow."

"Well, it's time to hunt at night this time." Gordon rubbed the head of the pork chop, "Hiss, it's really cold, but fortunately, I have prepared a hot drink."

Pig Chop blinked the focused cat pupils, "It's so dark, can Gordon see clearly?"

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

"That's bright enough."

It's a flat oasis.

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

A one-horned behemoth roams the lake.

The giant horny mouth like a bird's beak easily crushed the 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 stomach.

Gordon took out his portable binoculars and observed the wound on the leg of the next horned dragon from a distance.

It was just over an hour after leaving, and the wound on the dragon's leg had stopped bleeding, and even showed signs of scabbing.

According to this recovery speed, if he rested overnight and continued hunting, what he would have to face tomorrow morning might be a desert knight in full bloom.

"It's time for the halftime break. Are you ready for the second half?" Gordon said loudly, striding towards Yijiaolong.

Pig Chop went to recover the last vat bomb and was not around.

It stands to reason that it would be the most rational choice to serve the pork chops together after they come back, but perhaps it was the setting sun and starlight in the desert that burned his brain.

Now he felt that it would be pretty good to have a life-or-death fight with a horned dragon under the witness of the starry sky.

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

It turned around, staring at the slowly approaching hunter with dark yellow eyes.

Perhaps feeling the hunter's intentions, the one-horned dragon's eyes no longer had the previous ferocity.

It didn't even let out a demonstrative growl, it just waited silently for Gordon to stand before him.

"Next, I will only use this guy."

Regardless of whether the one-horned dragon could understand it or not, Gordon pulled out the Xionghuolong Yanjian, stuck it in front of his body, and said childish words that he would usually sneer at.

"Don't dive into the ground and make a surprise attack, it's ugly to come out of the ground and hit someone's ass."

Of course, the one-horned dragon wouldn't reply him anything, and fiddled with the sandy soil under his injured hind foot, feeling eager to try.

"Well, I'm talking too much nonsense." Gordon smiled self-deprecatingly, and then clenched the hilt of his sword.

"let's start."

Two streams of air jetted out from the nostrils of the horned dragon.

Its muscles tensed up, and the movement of its giant claws striking the ground suddenly became powerful.

Gordon, who has had many rounds of confrontation with Yijialong, 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 posture of accumulating power, but a special sword-holding posture taught to him by the master before the end of his practice.

According to the master, the posture comes from a great swordsman of the Longli Institute investigation team, and the hunters of that organization seem 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 compressed into his chest.

"'Courage'." Gordon said softly.

Every muscle in his body has been adjusted to the best condition, and he waited quietly, waiting for the moment when the horned dragon made a move.

At this moment, the one-horned dragon activated.

The earth and rocks were smashed, the ground trembled, and the one-horned dragon, which entered the state of rushing in an instant, pointed its horn directly at the 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 a horned dragon, becoming another strange trophy on the latter.

It is impossible to say that he has no fear at all in his heart at this time. The so-called fearlessness is nothing but an exaggerated description.

But fear and courage are not impossible to coexist!

At the moment when the sharp horn of the giant beast was about to approach, a glowing blue light flashed from Gordon's body, making it difficult to tell if it was an illusion or the afterglow reflected by the starlight on the armor.

At this time, the heavy sword seemed to be as dexterous as a Taidao.

The blade rested on the one-horned dragon and retreated at the touch of a touch. With this thrust, Gordon turned sideways and passed the one-horned dragon. scars.

The one-horned dragon that failed to attack stopped, turned around, and fixed its eyes on the hunter.

Gordon laughed happily.

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

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

Ps.

That's right! Here we borrow mhxx's great sword of courage, but xx's hunting skills and style system are too complicated, here we only borrow part of the "Y Hui" moves.

After the rationalization and adaptation, it is probably to face the monster directly, and then calmly defend against it?