Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Breathing out miasma, a huge mouth of putrid and pungent smell came.

The rotten and hollow mandible, the tongue coating with fangs, and the dark yellow fangs stained with rotten poison. Not to mention a bite, even just a rub, I am afraid that he will die miserably from the epidemic.

But Gordon didn't feel nervous.

In the previous fight, he had fully understood the strength of this monster's muscles.

By the standards of ordinary large monsters, it was naturally not weak, but compared with the ancient dragons they had fought against.

I can only say that it is at the bottom.

For the corpse dragon, miasma is almost its only reliable weapon. As for those dry muscles, it can only barely maintain its body movement.

Its every move can even be called "slow".

Not to mention compared with the physically strong ancient dragon species such as the Sky Dragon, the (body) attacks of many large flying dragons are more threatening than it.

He stood up to face the enemy in one go, using his precise defensive skills to resist the attack with his sword.

Then there was a true charged slash that was completed instantly, and it was slashed back without reservation. This heavy sword almost missed the corpse dragon's head to the ground.

As the blade of the sword came into contact with the corpse dragon's body, strands of miasma wrapped around the sword's body and hilt.

But under the protective influence of the miasma-resistant stone, they dissipated before they could invade the hunter's body.

Is the Corpse Dragon easy to deal with?

To be honest, not at all. (?)

The reason why he was able to suppress it alone was all thanks to the world's only miasma-resistant protective stone.

Why is the corpse dragon's body not strong? It's because after millions of years of evolution, strong muscles are no longer necessary for it.

It does not need to rely on its claws to tear the flesh of its prey or bite their throats. It only needs a light touch and everything is over.

There is no need to even touch it. Any creature that dares to get close to it will be infected by the miasma surrounding it. In a short period of time, their internal organs will be eroded and their lives will come to an end.

If he takes off the protective stone at this time, he will quickly weaken in just a few minutes and fall into a desperate situation.

It was precisely for this reason that he did not dare to let his companions, especially the swordsman Hayata, fight the corpse dragon head-on.

It's easier to fight alone.

Be cautious and give him enough time, and he may even be sure to kill this corpse dragon alone.

Of course, he wouldn't do this unless absolutely necessary.

There are inextricable connections between the ecological environment of the Miasma Valley and the Corpse Dragon. As the "place of reincarnation" in the New World, the Miasma Valley plays a vital role in the entire New World.

It is not difficult to deal with the corpse dragon, but no one can guarantee the subsequent impact.

Seeing that the corpse dragon was shaken by the sword, Gordon immediately put away the sword, turned around and ran away.

The Corpse Dragon, which had been suffering continuously, was naturally unwilling to let go of the hunter so easily. According to its usual habits, it had already exhaled a breath of miasma at this time.

But now, with its high IQ, it has realized that the miasma has no effect on the creatures in front of it, and its breath is just a waste of effort.

So it folded its wings, moved its limbs and started chasing.

The running speed of the corpse dragon is not very fast, but its size is there after all, and it is not that easy for a hunter to get rid of it by running.

Gordon drank a bottle of forcible drug and tried to use the terrain to delay his pursuers.

After all, the latter moves slowly and is not flexible.

There are not many objects that can be called obstacles in the underground caves, but there are quite a few acid pools that emit bright blue light.

But when he saw the corpse dragon flowing through the acid pool indifferently, he knew that strong acid had no effect on this guy.

Seeing the corpse dragon chasing closer and closer, Gordon stopped and turned around, shouldering his sword.

Since there is no other way, let's chop a few more times!

At the same time, in a cave a few hundred meters away from here.

Anhil and others stopped.

"This is it!" Ajian pointed to the top of the cave, "Can you guys take a look?"

Anhil squinted at the stalactites at the top of the cave.

Most of them are only one meter or even shorter in length. Even if such stalactites are smashed down, it will be difficult to cause effective damage to the ancient dragon species Dracula.

The only exception is a giant stalactite that is four to five meters long and has a root diameter of nearly two hundred centimeters.

If this thing were to be smashed down, it would probably be much harder than the fossilized fang of the Snake King before.

"This piece looks good." Gale rubbed his chin.

"This piece is definitely big enough." Anhil looked at her, "But a few armor-piercing grenades can't blow it down."

"Don't you have a supernova?"

"That would blow up the whole stalactite together, and it would lose its meaning as a trap."

"Then drill the hole first!"

"That's a good idea, let me take a look."

Anhil was still staring at the stalactite, calculating and thinking, while Gale had already inserted a penetrating magazine into the [Crown of Thorns] light crossbow, and fired several shots at the base of the giant stalactite.

The texture of the stalactite is hard and brittle, and the penetrating bullet cannot penetrate as deeply as it penetrates the monster's body. It only blasts several bowl-sized craters at the root of the stalactite.

A few cracks appeared between the craters amidst the fine "click" sound.

"Hey!" Anhir tried to stop him.

But Gale ignored him, quickly changed magazines, and continued firing until the second magazine was empty.

As the craters overlapped and deepened, those cracks expanded rapidly.

Ancier stared at the stalactite, fearing that it would just fall down and waste the best trap materials.

Then he will definitely strangle Gale to death.

Fortunately, in the end, the expansion of the cracks finally stopped.

Two full magazines and sixteen rounds of lv3 penetrating bullets were bombarded at close range, and the originally solid stalactite was already crumbling.

"Steady!" Gale put away the light crossbow with satisfaction and admired his masterpiece. "If two more armor-piercing grenades are nailed on the largest crack, it will definitely fall down."

"Did you have any misunderstanding about the verb 'drilling a hole'?!" Anhil scolded angrily: "Do you think we have many opportunities to try and make mistakes like this? What if it explodes to pieces?! "

"Just tell me whether it was successful or not!" Gale put his hands on his hips.

Anhil was choked. He was 100% sure that Gale didn't do any serious calculations before taking action.

Just like the two people's sniping style, he will carefully calculate the trajectory and distance, predict the monster's actions, and even consider temperature and humidity to ensure the accurate hit of the crossbow projectile.

Gale, on the other hand, is an "intuitive person" who says, "This is almost where I am," "I thought it could work," and then he pulled the trigger.

What made him don't know whether to be happy or sad the most was that the surgery was actually successful for her.

It only took less than a minute to complete the pre-arrangement of the trap.

By the way, his original plan was to use a catapult hook to climb to the top of the cave, use a stripping knife to carve out several holes at the base of the stalactites, and then fill them with armor-piercing grenades, waiting to be detonated.

Just like pork chops are usually made.

If the three of them did it together, it would take about a quarter of an hour.

Regardless of the risk, just judging from the results, this is indeed a complete victory for Gale.

When he thought of this, Anxier's face turned even darker.

Gale smiled and bumped An Xil's shoulder away, "Don't think so much, you'll go bald."