Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

"Meow meow meow!"

Gordon, who had been slapped on the face by the cat's paw, sat up abruptly.

It was still dark, and even the eastern sky was dark.

Gordon looked around, confused for a few seconds, and then recalled that he slept on the top of the first city wall last night.

The old mountain dragon is very close to the old village, and the large group of pterosaurs and velociraptors hovering around it will attack at any time.

So most hunters are like him, fully armed, wrapped in a blanket and sleeping on the city wall.

The tense atmosphere leading up to the big war made it difficult for many to sleep.

In order to ensure their energy, they drank the medicinal soup with sleeping herbs. Gordon, whose sleep quality was already quite good, also drank a cup, but fell asleep a bit.

He patted his cheek hard to wake up his sleepy mind.

Gordon asked the pork chop that woke him up, "Has the old mountain dragon come?"

"Looking at the signal of the hot air balloon, it is said that it will take a long time meow, but there are already small monsters coming meow!" Pig Chop pointed to the sky.

Gordon squinted and could vaguely see some dark shadows hovering high in the sky.

It's a pterosaur.

Looking around again, some blankets were scattered around, and there were not many people on the top of the city, and everyone seemed to get up earlier than him.

Gordon turned over and jumped up, grabbed the great sword of the epitaph in his hand, put it on his back, and complained in his mouth, "Why am I getting up late, tell me to take it off?"

Pig Chop licked his paws, "Mr. Xia Zuo said, sleep more if you can, meow. Sporadic battles have already begun, but it's not time for us to appear on the stage, meow."

"How can there be such a statement!"

Gordon walked quickly to the stairs leading to the bottom of the city wall, running down in three steps and two steps, followed by the pork chop.

Of course it understood Gordon's mood, otherwise it wouldn't have woken Gordon up in a hurry.

In front of the city wall, they met Hayata who was walking this way.

"Senior Gordon, pork chop, you are awake!"

Hayata smiled and handed over a huge piece of bread with a large piece of cheese and salty ham sandwiched inside, "This is breakfast."

"Slacker pork chop meow, eat meow!" Pan Lan threw a big sausage on the pork chop's face like swinging a stick.

"So luxurious?" Gordon took the amazing sandwich with a little surprise. The breakfast in the past few days was all wheat porridge.

"I don't know how long the battle will last, you have to eat enough." Hayata handed over another package, "And these are supplies."

"Thank you very much."

Gordon checked his supplies with a sandwich in his mouth.

Since you are fighting with your back against the fortress, you don't need to carry too many supplies with you, and the types of supplies are relatively simple. In addition to the standard emergency medicine and food, there are also less common vitality drinks.

This is to take into account the needs of hunters who fight for a long time.

What is more rare is that there is actually a wax-sealed pill in the package.

Gordon picked it up and sniffed it, and said in surprise, "The ancient secret medicine? The guild spends so much money."

This is a high-grade pill that is more precious than the secret medicine. Not only does it have a better healing effect than the ordinary secret medicine (it doesn't), it is also rich in nutrition, which can support the hunter for a long time to fight.

The overall effect is equivalent to the secret medicine plus a few pieces of carrying food, and the value is several times that of the former, which is a luxury that even high-ranking hunters rarely buy.

"This is only for high-ranking hunters." Hayata reminded in a low voice.

Gordon nodded, put a few supplies into the item bag on the back of his waist, and then gnawed on the sandwich.

He eats fast, and the huge sandwich disappears in his mouth quickly.

Pounding his choked chest, Gordon asked, "What's the situation on Battle Street?"

Hayata glanced in the direction of Fighting Street, and said: "It wasn't long after I was called up. Master and the others have already passed by. I heard that since midnight, small groups of velociraptors have invaded Fighting Street. Not much, it shouldn't be a problem."

"Boom—"

A dull explosion came from a distance, and the echo echoed between the cliffs of the canyon, which lingered for a long time.

"It's the sound of the bomb barrel meow." Piggy swallowed the sausage in his mouth hard, and said with certainty: "It's still the kind of meow that has been added.

Akin and the others said that they wouldn't use the bomb barrel's meow until a large group of velociraptors came. "

Gordon, who understood the meaning behind the pig's chop, looked at Hayatta.

Hayata immediately said: "I have no problem, the equipment has been checked many times, and the props have just been replenished."

Gordon nodded, "That's good, let's go now."

The first half of Battle Street exudes a strong smell of blood, mixed with the smell of gunpowder smoke.

Gordon frowned involuntarily.

Although Ajin said before that there are few monsters in the area near the old village, but such a strong smell of blood really won't attract monsters from further afield?

Running all the way to the position close to the entrance of Fighting Street, Gordon and Hayata slowed down.

It should be because of the explosion just now that many hunters gathered here. It is impossible to count them in detail, but there are roughly five or six hunters.

Xia Zuo stood on a platform where the fort was placed, and waved his hands a little angrily, "Go back, go back to your posts, don't be surprised!

Unless you see the red emergency signal flare, don't rush over, keep your position, have you forgotten? "

Gordon scratched his chin and answered in his mind, we really forgot

After all, hunters are not soldiers, even if they are willing to obey orders, they are not so disciplined.

The hunters who had gathered scattered away with embarrassing expressions, leaving only the thirty or so people who were here originally.

The battle is imminent, the strings in everyone's hearts are tense, and the nerves are a little nervous and sensitive. When they hear the movement, they want to come and see.

Gordon Hayata and the others did not leave. The duty of the high-ranking hunters was to guard the entrance of Fighting Street, waiting for Lao Shanlong to arrive.

Seeing the two coming, Xia Zuo nodded at them.

Gordon noticed that besides the "vanguards" who were in charge of clearing out small monsters, there were several elite shooters standing guard at the entrance of Battle Street.

After a little thought, one can understand that the purpose of these shooters being arranged here is nothing more than to cover the vanguard and shoot the pterosaurs attracted by the smell of blood.

These pterosaurs are cunning, always hovering high in the sky out of the reach of arrows and crossbows, and when they dive to attack, it is the best time to shoot them.

At this moment, under the cover of night, a pterosaur pounced down.

Before it could get close to the ground, a severing bomb accurately cut off one of its dragon wings, and fell with a howl.

Ursula put away the Thunder Wolf Dragon Light Crossbow that she had been aiming at for a long time with a proud face, and said happily, "Oh, it's finally open!"

Ah Jin and the others gave her a thumbs up, which made her even more proud.

Miles on the side slapped her on the back of the head, "Who told you to put away your weapon? Set up your crossbow and be on guard, don't be lazy!"

"oh"

After teaching Ohshura a lesson, Miles said to Xia Zuo: "I'll leave this to you first. I'll go and inspect the positions of the artillery and heavy bed crossbows. I don't worry about those little bastards who are impatient."

"Okay, excuse me."

Gordon glanced around and found that all the high-ranking hunters had arrived, but instead of looking for them, he came to Ajin and asked in a low voice.

"So what happened just now, did you use a bomb?"

A Jin winked at him, "The bait worked well, and attracted a group of red velociraptors. There are no such red guys in the Xiulet area, and they probably came here from the north with the old mountain dragon.

There is also the leader of the Red Velociraptor. We thought we just tried the effect of the bomb barrel, so we ordered one, and it killed and injured a dozen people, hehe. "

Gordon heard it clearly, the red venomous dragon, which has poisonous glands and can spray venom, is much more difficult to deal with than the blue venomous dragon.

"The Red Velociraptor King was also killed?"

"That's not true. That guy was very cautious. He hid far behind and didn't get hurt much."

The pork chop on one side scratched his ear to hide his embarrassment.

What Ajin and the others said was indeed correct. If the centralized detonation tactics formulated by it and Evelyn were followed, the final result would probably be mediocre.

"So, where's the red Velociraptor King? He ran away?" Gordon asked curiously.

Ajin grinned, with a hint of sympathy on his face, and he glanced at the high-ranking hunters who were bored.

"No, he died, a terrible death."