Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

An animal remains were found.

Anshir first carefully checked every tree shadow around, and after confirming that it was safe, he stepped lightly and approached cautiously.

He suddenly missed pork chops and amber.

Not only can it help during the battle, but it is also a good hand in reconnaissance and vigilance.

At least one more pair of eyes to help stare behind.

Shouldn't it be time for you to find a hunting cat or tooth hound companion?

Exhaling lightly to get rid of distracting thoughts, Anshir carefully inspected the wreckage in front of him.

This is a male spiritual deer, the degree of decay is not high, it should have died in two days, the cause of death is .

"Is it really Xunlong?"

Anshir pulled out two black thorns as long as an arm from the remains of the spirit deer, and it was these two thorns that nailed the spirit deer to the ground.

Looking at the still intact skeleton of the wreckage, Anshir frowned.

A monster of the size of Xunlong should swallow it in one gulp if it preys on the spirit deer, instead of biting it bit by bit like this.

In other words, it was Xunlong who killed the spirit deer, but it didn't eat it. The one who ate the spirit deer meat should be other scavengers wandering around, such as dog dragons or blue bears.

"Killing purely for fun? It's really bad."

Anshir threw away the thorn and continued to explore.

Many of his tracking skills were learned from Gordon, and he was already quite good among hunters, but he still didn't find any footprints.

This made him a little puzzled, until he found the claw marks on the high trunk of a large tree.

"So it's mainly on the trees?"

Anshir immediately changed the direction of his attention, and as a result, he soon discovered.

Pick up a branch that is scattered under a big tree.

He didn't pay attention to these branches before, but now after careful observation, he found that the fractures of many branches were quite smooth, as if they had been cut off by a sharp knife.

It is naturally impossible for humans to go to the top of a big tree to chop firewood, and the Xunlong's blade wings are notoriously sharp.

How these scattered branches fell down is self-evident.

"It seems that the risk of close combat is high."

Anshir whispered something to himself, and started to use the fresh branches that fell on the ground as guideposts, and continued to track, gradually entering the densely forested area.

The surrounding light gradually dimmed.

The crowns of countless big trees block the sunlight like a big umbrella, and the darkness between the dense forests is like night.

This made Anshir more cautious.

The structure of human visual organs is destined to be more suitable for actions in bright environments, while many monsters including Xunlong are just the opposite.

That guy is probably around here.

With a warning in his heart, Anshir slowly looked around, the artillery [Father Bird] was deployed silently, and Anshir pressed an armor-piercing grenade into the chamber of the crossbow.

If the crossbow is loaded but not fired for a long time, it will greatly affect the life of parts such as crossbow strings and springs.

But he had a hunch—it wouldn't be long.

Anshir bent his legs slightly, and moved forward slowly and silently.

In the shadow of the tree crown directly behind him, two faint red lights quietly emerged.

"Crack."

A sound of branches breaking that was so soft that it was almost inaudible came to Anshir's ears.

Anshir's face changed drastically, and he swooped to one side to dodge without hesitation.

Almost at the same moment when he jumped away, a huge black shadow with red light trailing, accompanied by the strong wind that cut the grass, passed by the position where he was standing before.

It was an ink-stained behemoth.

The vigorous limbs of the giant beast gripped the ground tightly, while sliding forward to relieve the inertia, it turned around, opened its sharp beak like a raptor, and let out a piercing roar.

"Gahahahahah——"

While Anshir was also dodging, he pulled the cannon [Father Bird] to his body in mid-air, and pulled the trigger.

The ballista roared, and the armor-piercing grenade shot out, nailing the Xunlong's hard beak with precision.

Anshir, who gave up his body for shooting, rolled to the ground in a little embarrassment, and the roar that could tear his eardrums made it difficult for him to get up.

Another two or three seconds passed, and the roar finally stopped.

Xunlong grasped the ground with its front paws, pressed its body back, obviously ready to charge straight up, and quickly deal with that tiny opponent who made the sneak attack fail.

However, the armor-piercing grenade exploded at this moment.

The sudden explosive noise shook Xunlong's whole body stiff, his jumping movements were instantly scattered, and Xunlong jumped forward and fell to the ground.

Anshir really didn't expect that the armor-piercing grenade subconsciously fired out of desperation would have such an effect.

Of course, he would not let go of such a good opportunity to attack. With dazzling hand movements, Anshir replaced the magazine of the flame bomb in the blink of an eye.

Pull the bolt to cock, then pull the trigger continuously as fast as possible, while pulling back to gain distance.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Groups of bright flames exploded on Xunlong's head, and the burnt smell spread out. The pitch-black hair that almost covered Xunlong's body was indeed unburned. No wonder the weak attribute was fire.

After Anshir emptied the magazine as quickly as possible, he replaced it with a new magazine and continued to fire.

Xunlong, who had been thumping for several seconds, finally got up at this time, and it opened its mouth to let out a furious roar.

Scarlet blood climbed up its swept back ears and wing membranes, and the red light in its eyes prospered, dragging two light trails in the dark dense forest.

Anshir suddenly understood the origin of the name "Red Brilliant Meteor".

The Xunlong jumped up, its amazing jumping ability helped it easily cross the distance of nearly thirty meters, and its slender blade wings spread forward, as if to cut everything off the hunter.

With a calm expression, Anshir continued to shoot until the blade almost fell on him, then he slid forward and avoided the sharp pounce.

Run the palm of your hand over the magazine belt and quickly change the magazine. There is no better choice than shotgun at this distance.

"boom!"

Shotguns have a much duller roar than other types of ammunition.

The muzzle is lifted violently, and the user of the heavy ballista must stabilize the center of gravity in order to resist this powerful recoil.

What these prices are paid for is the super destructive power of shotguns at close range.

Numerous needles and fruit fragments pierced deeply into the monster's body, and fine blood splashed in all directions.

Xunlong roared, jumped and turned around, sweeping towards the hunter with its jet black long tail that took up more than half of its body length.

Anshir slid sideways again with a low body, narrowly avoiding the swift dragon's sweeping tail, and the spike-like hard scales on the long tail scraped against the armor on his back, making a sharp "sizzling" sound.

This kind of extreme dodge is very dangerous, but it is often an important manifestation of distinguishing novices from veterans.

Stopped and stood up, raised the muzzle again, and the sharp beak of Xunlong was already close in front of his eyes.

Under the visor, Anshir raised the corner of his mouth and pressed the trigger hard.

"boom!"

At a distance of less than two meters, all the shrapnel fell on Xunlong's face, causing its head to tilt back.

"Gahahah!"

"boom!"

Just as the short and sharp roar sounded, it was interrupted by the roar of shotguns again.

"Let me see how many shots you can take."

(There is another chapter tonight