Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Gordon fought and retreated, taking advantage of the thirty or forty meters between him and his pursuer to speed up and rush around the corner in front of him.

In the center of the road ahead, a cat-shaped mechanism that was as tall as a person and constantly twisting came into his sight. It was a provocative doll made of sandstone.

Gordon immediately realized that this was the location of the trap. He looked up and saw that the huge stalactite directly above the provocation doll was very eye-catching.

He couldn't help but hey.

If it were smashed solidly this time, the corpse dragon would probably have to focus on staring at the top of its head when walking.

Accelerating with all his strength and rushing forward a few steps, Gordon swooped sideways and hid behind a rock that was barely enough for him to hide.

"giyuaaa!"

The corpse dragon screamed and rushed out of the corner of the cave, but due to lack of body strength, it almost couldn't stop its feet and hit the rock wall.

It was furious. As the master of Miasma Valley, it had never felt so aggrieved since it became conscious.

At this moment, the provocative doll that kept twisting appeared in its sight.

The anger is burning with reason as fuel. At this time, it has no intention to carefully distinguish the difference between the provocative doll and the hunter.

After all, the hunter did run for a while before, suddenly stopping and turning around to block the road and fight with it for a while.

For various reasons, it subconsciously felt that this was the damn hunter!

"giaaa!"

Regardless, the Corpse Dragon swung its claws and struck it down.

At the same time, it did not forget to leave some spare energy and was ready to jump back at any time. The hunter's defensive and counterattack skills impressed it.

However, what it didn't expect was that the claw actually hit it, and the hateful "hunter" was flattened to the ground by it.

This result made it stunned for a moment, but just as it retracted its claws, the "Hunter" bounced up again and continued to twist.

He's still teasing himself! ! !

The remaining rationality of the corpse dragon was instantly burned out. It roared and threw the provocative puppet down, tearing, scratching and biting wildly, as if it would not stop until it completely tore the "hunter" into pieces.

Several dull bursts of crossbow fire were heard, and several armor-piercing grenades were fired directly at the huge stalactite crumbling above the head of the corpse dragon.

However, the corpse dragon that was tearing the provocative puppet frantically did not notice it, which also caused it to lose its last chance to escape the trap.

Armor-piercing grenades were detonated one after another, and the deafening explosions finally caught its attention, but it was already too late.

The stalactites that were already full of cracks were completely broken in the continuous explosions, and the large rock formations nearby that were blown loose collapsed together.

The corpse dragon, which was relatively slow in reaction and movement, was about to jump back to avoid it when it was knocked to the ground by a giant stalactite, and the rock fragments that followed almost buried it.

Ancil and Gale quickly changed their ammunition and prepared to launch a new round of fire suppression.

Gordon, who rushed out from behind the hiding rock, waved at them, "Let's go! It can't stand up for a while, take this opportunity to retreat!"

At the moment, it seems that they have completely suppressed the corpse dragon, but once the latter finds an opportunity to get up, they will use a wide range of miasma attacks.

Naturally, he would be fine as he had a protective stone, but the consequences for others infected with the corpse-dragon miasma would be disastrous.

Those paralytic dragons that wandered among the mountains of corpses, with their scales rotting all over their bodies, their eyes blind and white, and half-dead like living corpses, left a deep impression on him.

There is really no need to take this risk.

After receiving the order, Ansir and Hayata immediately put away their weapons. Gale hesitated for half a second, lowered the muzzle, and put away the light crossbow.

The corpse dragon struggled, and the howling sound seemed to come from hell.

The hunter and his party evacuated at full speed.

When the group used the rope to return to the coral platform, the sun had already appeared above the horizon.

They were active in the Valley of Miasma for nearly an entire day and night, which was much shorter than the three days planned in advance.

However, this trip went well enough, the death of Yanwanglong was confirmed, and many clues were discovered.

The most important thing is that the lord of the Miasma Valley was completely angered by the Corpse Dragon, and it was a bit reckless to continue to take risks and stay at the bottom of the valley.

Gordon tossed the miasma-resistant stone to his companions and each wore it for a few minutes.

This can quickly inactivate the microorganisms attached to their armor and body surface to avoid infection.

Although taking a good bath can have the same effect, after all, we are in the wild right now, so it is still unrealistic to take turns taking a bath.

After finding a relatively safe and secluded reef cave to rest for half a day and regaining their strength, the hunters set out on their way back to the research base.

On the way back, everyone felt more relaxed.

When encountering attractive-looking Fang Pterosaurs or something like that, they would grill two of them to fill their stomachs. Unfortunately, the pork chops that were good at cooking were not there, so the taste of the barbecue was always a little different.

Gale is already fooling Sandstone into learning cooking skills.

As for why Xianglan didn't learn it, Pig Chop actually taught it. Unfortunately, talent is a bit uncertain.

Not to mention Gordon and Hayata, whose barbecue skills are not bad, even Anshil, who almost never takes over the cooking, cooks better than it.

A few days later, when the hunters who missed their pork chop cooking skills returned to the research base, they even brought back some fresh raw meat.

Unfortunately, the pork chop has not returned yet, which makes Gordon and others quite disappointed.

Gordon even had the urge to set out immediately to pick up the pork chop.

But that was just an impulse. It was a good thing that Pork Chop had the opportunity to "further study". He and others also had more important things to do.

Such as reporting

In the large library, hunters and several scholars gathered here.

"Is it confirmed that the Flame King Dragon died in the Miasma Valley?" The slender pipe was spinning at the fingertips of the leader of the third phase regiment, but it was not lit.

"Well, the body has been confirmed." Gordon picked up the tail fragment they brought back.

"I found huge claw marks on its skull, and the wounds showed signs of healing, so it didn't die on the spot. It should have taken the initiative to go to the Miasma Valley after being seriously injured by some creature.

As for why the seriously injured and dying ancient dragon species took the initiative to enter the Miasma Valley to meet death? Or is it to escape pursuit and escape into the valley of miasma? "

"The former guess is more reliable, but the latter one is basically impossible. The environment in the Miasma Valley is not suitable for the Yanwang Dragon to survive, let alone for it to recuperate.

Even if it was to escape pursuit, it would not be able to go to the Miasma Valley, and it would be more like going to the Great Ant Mound Wasteland. "The leader of the third phase group waved his hands.

"Can I, please, take a look at that?" A very old dragon scholar, who spoke a little tremblingly, pointed at the stump of the tail in Gordon's hand and asked.

"Of course." Gordon leaned over and handed over the stump.

The old lady of the dragon tribe held up a magnifying glass and shakily observed the stump of the tail, especially the bone section and tufts of hair, and then she said:

"This should be an old Yanwangsaurus, very old. It can be seen from the color of the hair and the quality of the bones."

"This is Professor Sonali. He has served in the Ancient Dragon Observation Bureau for many years. He has a deep understanding of Yanwangsaurus. He has written...well, he has written many papers that you have not read." The leader of the third phase of the delegation was simple. An introduction sentence.

Gordon: ".Hmm."

The brother and sister, the monitor of the research class and the leader of the third group, talk in exactly the same way.

"A very old Yanwanglong." Ancier repeated the old scholar's judgment and guessed:

"You are about to face the end of your life, but you are unwilling to die like this, so you go to the north of the mainland to find a powerful enemy and fight. After being seriously injured and defeated, do you take the initiative to enter the cemetery and die?"

The leader of the third phase group tapped his chin lightly, lit the pipe with a flint, took a breath and sighed slowly: "With the clues we have so far, it is difficult to make other guesses."

"But what about the Yanfei Dragon?" Hayata asked curiously: "Don't the Yanwang Dragon and the Yanfei Dragon usually appear in pairs?"

"Just hang up first."

Gale shrugged, "The old widower whose wife died went to find a strong man to fight in the ring, just to hasten his death and go to the other side to see his wife as soon as possible. Well, isn't it more romantic to think like this?"

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