Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

"Roar—"

When standing up, the old mountain dragon with a head height of more than fifty meters roared.

Its body began to fall to the right.

As an ancient creature with a life span of more than a thousand years, Laoshanlong's thinking has long been blurred in the long time and dormancy, and his every move relies more on instinct.

But in its instinct, it seems that it lacks the experience of "how to deal with losing balance and falling when standing up".

I saw it shaking its long neck in vain, trying to pull back its center of gravity, and finally completely lost the chance to land in a safe posture.

Like a collapsed mountain, there is no way to stop it from falling to the ground.

"Boom, boom—!"

Unlike the previous nearly falling while leaning on the cliff, this time the old mountain dragon really lay down on the ground, only the head and the thick neck, because the length exceeded the edge of Fighting Street, it slammed obliquely on the rock wall.

The old mountain dragon struggled hard, but its heavy body made it impossible to turn over for a while, and the awkward movement of its neck was even more difficult to exert strength.

Whether it was the high-ranking swordsmen in charge of close combat, or the shooters manipulating the artillery bed crossbow on the nearby gun emplacements, they cheered in unison.

The scene where Lao Shanlong fell to the ground greatly boosted their confidence in repelling Lao Shanlong.

No, it's not impossible to just repel it, maybe leave it, and kill it here?

If it is really possible to kill, not to mention anything else, how much ancient dragon blood can be extracted from such a big old mountain dragon?

Just thinking of this, the high-ranking hunters felt their hearts burn.

Gordon is no exception. The chief engineer of the Longli Institute said that the blood of the ancient dragon is indispensable to create an advanced version of the jet sword.

But this kind of material is too scarce, high-level equipment, weapons, and even alchemy beads, there are too many places to use this thing, but the source is very limited.

Don't look at the dragon's blood spilled out from the wound when fighting Lao Shanlong.

The ancient dragon's blood pursues purity, and the container for preservation is also very particular. Once it falls on the ground and is mixed with dust, it loses its meaning.

But in the fierce battle, who has the spare time to prepare a special container in advance to receive blood?

And after killing the ancient dragon, the opportunity to slowly draw blood is too rare, and most high-ranking hunters will never encounter such a good thing in their lifetime.

Most of the time, the blood of the ancient dragon is extracted from the body parts that were destroyed and dropped during the battle, such as the long tooth of the Lingshan dragon that was broken by the dragon gun in the previous feast in the desert.

If it wasn't for that opportunity, the epitaph sword would probably still be covered in rust and dust in the storage box, and now there is a demand for the jet sword.

Therefore, Gordon was the first to rush forward, and Hayata, Heineye and Ted also had similar thoughts.

For the few of them who have not yet been promoted, or who have just become high-ranking hunters, the ancient dragon material is absolutely attractive.

Under the violent explosion, the wound on Lao Shanlong's leg became more ferocious, and the dark white leg bone could be faintly seen between the blurred flesh and blood.

Gordon directly activated the Beast Soul Possession, and while trying to maintain his sanity, he carried his sword and began to accumulate strength.

A moment later, with his strength accumulated to the limit, he slashed down the big sword with a roar.

"clang!"

In the eyes of everyone in disbelief, the epitaph sword blessed by the true power cut was bounced high, almost out of the palm.

And on the leg bone, which couldn't be seen anything special except for being extremely thick, there was no injury at all.

Fanti stood quietly on the second city wall, the last line of defense of the old village.

There is no gorgeous dress and complicated hair accessories, not even the iconic slender pipe, she is dressed in a guild elite suit, gazing at the corner of the canyon on the edge of the square.

It connects to Battle Street.

"Master President, this is the casualty report sent by the courier from the first city wall."

A guild staff came in a hurry, handed a piece of paper to the female dragonman, and added in a low voice, "It is the statistical result as of more than an hour ago."

The lady president grabbed the paper, glanced at the numbers on it, and took a deep breath.

Kneading the letter paper into balls, the lady president with a scary face began to order continuously, "Order the engineering team to ignite the boiler earlier, start storing steam, and open the valve to release the overloaded part. We will not miss the ignited coal.

At most one hour, I want to hear the news that the dragon gun is ready.

Heavy bed crossbows, artillery, all loaded and loaded, restraint ammunition ready, remember to check the ropes.

Next to all defense facilities, prepare ammunition with at least three base numbers, so you don’t have to worry about the danger of ammunition accidentally exploding, which is better than having to move shells at critical moments.

Also, whether you are a shooter or a swordsman, you must carry your weapon with you. No one is encouraged to go all out, but be prepared to do so. "

Several hunters on the city wall seemed a little hesitant, and they looked at an elderly female hunter.

Not all of these hunters came from the city of Minagarde.

Facing the president of the Micheng branch who "falls from the sky" and the original commander next to him, they are not sure who they should listen to.

The female hunter glared at them, "What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and make arrangements!"

Well, it looks like the command has been handed over smoothly.

The hunters looked at each other, responded one after another, and left quickly.

Fanti looked at the civilian secretary who delivered the letter again, "Go and arrange for the non-combatants to evacuate by airboat, as soon as possible, Laoshanlong's location will not be too far away."

"Master, will you not leave?"

Fanti adjusted the locks of the equipment, "Of course, I will personally command the final part of the defense of the old village."

"But."

Fanti fixed her eyes on the secretary, and stared back at the second half of her sentence.

The elderly female hunter laughed and said: "Don't worry, you young people may not know that our Vatican president is not a simple civilian.

Forty years ago, she was the one who fought against the stockade crabs."

The president lady looked at her coldly.

"Okay, okay, I'm talking too much." The huntress smiled lightly and waved her hands.

Seeing the resolute attitude of the president and the lady secretary, she had no choice but to obey the former's order and organize the evacuation of the last part of the civilian staff and craftsmen.

Seeing that there were only the two of them left nearby, the elderly huntress came to Fanti and said with emotion: "It's still this city wall, the battle to stop the stockade crab seems to be just yesterday, when we were still young.

Well, senior Fanti, you are also very young now, and I really envy you dragon people. "

Ms. Dragonman sighed, "Isa, after so many years, you still talk so much."

"Oh~."

The huntress smiled and rolled her eyes, "How long has it been since someone called me that? I feel younger now.

Now everyone calls me Ms. Isabella or something, and some brats dare to call me Grandma Isabella. It's a shame. "

Hearing Isabella's light-toned complaints, Vatican's spirit froze.

More than forty years ago, in the same position and the same perspective, the little girl who had just become an official hunter was full of energy, chattering around her.

"Wow! Hello senior, your weapon is so handsome~! What kind of monster material is it made of?"

"Oh, that's right! My name is Isabella, everyone likes to call me Isa!"

A monstrous shadow that should only appear in nightmares approached the city wall.

"Restraint bullets! Use restraint bullets!"

"It failed! The restraint bullets can't penetrate its carapace!"

"Quickly think of a way, it's coming!"

"Where's the artillery! Why did the artillery stop!?"

"Activate the dragon gun!"

The dragon-striking gun broke off, and the monster took a few steps on its hind legs, but it was unharmed.

"What's the matter with the damn skull?! There's not even a scratch on it from the Dragon Shooting Spear!"

"Head, the skull is open, what is that?!"

"Ugh, strong acid! It's strong acid! Avoid it!"

"The walls of the city are melting!"

A city wall on the verge of disintegration.

"Can we just retreat?"

"Retreat! You can't stop it here, and the walls of Minagarde can't stop it!"

"Look! The skull is open again! The cavity inside is not protected by a carapace, it is soft! That is its weakness!"

"Give me a bomb barrel!"

Waking up Fanti from the memories, she stared forward.

"That time, it was because those people held the bomb barrels, held the acid bombs against them, jumped into the skull on the back of the crab and exploded themselves, and successfully repelled it."

The smile on Isabella's face disappeared, and she lowered her eyelids, "Well, yes, I was too scared to move at the time, and you also carried a bomb barrel, but it was snatched away by other seniors."

"So, no matter what happens, I will keep Minagarde they guard."