Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

The place where the airship crashed was indeed not far away.

The last time they came here, they passed by here in order to find the two missing persons, Professor and Alva. Both Gordon and Anshir still remembered the terrain nearby very clearly.

Going around a small mountain peak, and then going up a naturally formed rugged mountain path, in less than ten minutes, Anshir came to the place where the airship crashed, a wide platform halfway up the mountain.

Anshir glanced around and confirmed that there were no monsters within his sight range, and quickly ran to the pile of wreckage that was two pieces worse than when he came here.

The materials in the cabin were turned over in a mess and scattered everywhere.

Maybe a small monster like a dog dragon visited it?

Relevant thoughts flashed through Anshir's mind, and then he threw them aside. He didn't care about the missing items of the airship, or what small monsters came.

The footsteps kept coming to the wreckage of the stern of the airship that was still relatively intact.

This part of the structure is very strong. After experiencing the baptism of the storm and the breath of the dragon, falling from a high altitude, and being exposed to the wind and sun for more than a month, it still hasn't completely fallen apart?

Anshir secretly praised the craftsmanship of the craftsmen who built the airship, climbed up the wreckage with hands and feet, and came to the deck.

Only the last ten square meters of the dilapidated deck were full of cracks and damage. Moss had grown in the gaps between the planks, and a new sapling could even be seen jumping out of it.

It is estimated that it will not be long before these fast-growing plants will crush this last part of the remains.

Anshir's gaze turned to the end of the stern deck, where the heavy bed crossbow that the hunters had placed high hopes on was still firmly fixed there and looked very complete.

Anshir jumped across the gap on the deck and came to the heavy bed crossbow.

He immediately checked the crossbow and crossbow string, which are the two most critical parts. If any of them are seriously damaged, then don't worry about it, just send a signal to let the partners find another way.

Fortunately, the crossbow made of mild steel and the strings also made of metal wires survived the wind and rain of these days. Although there are some rusts, they are still intact.

On the contrary, there is an obvious crack on the hardwood crossbow. If the bow is fired at full capacity, it probably won't last a few times.

Anshir didn't care about this, he didn't need to fire the crossbow many more times, just one more shot was enough.

After picking off a small mushroom growing on the crossbow, he was about to lift the handle, but his expression suddenly froze.

its stuck.

Unreconciled, Anshir lifted the crossbow handle up and down vigorously, and tried to turn it left and right, his face suddenly turned dark.

Carefully inspected the two movable bearings under the lower body of the crossbow and on the base of the bed crossbow. The deformation is very serious. Unless you spend a lot of effort to replace the new components, you can't move flexibly.

After trying again and again, Anshir finally confirmed that the current pitch angle of this heavy bed crossbow is only about 20 degrees, the horizontal angle is zero, and the bearing on the base is completely stuck.

You must know that when this kind of bed crossbow is in good condition, the pitch angle is close to 120 degrees, and the level can be rotated at will by 360 degrees.

Anshir is a little numb, can this be used or not?

After struggling for two seconds, he gritted his teeth.

works! Why can't it be used? As long as the restraint can be ejected, it can be used! At worst, let that guy Gordon spend some effort to lead Lanlong to the front of the bed crossbow.

By the way, where are the restraint bullets?

Anshir looked around, and soon found the restraint bullets that Alva described.

It took some time to untie the messy and tangled restraint bullet rope, coil it well, and then carefully checked whether the lock between the rope and the crossbow bolt was secure.

After confirming that there was no problem, he used the creaking, barely usable winch to pull the strings of the heavy bed crossbow little by little, and finally placed the bolts of the restraint bullets on it, completing all preparations.

"I hope it goes well." Anshir muttered, unfolded the Wangya Cannon, and fired an armor-piercing grenade into the sky.

The armor-piercing grenade flew into the night sky, bursting into flames.

Next, there was a long wait of nearly a quarter of an hour.

Finally, the sound of hurried footsteps and the sound of howling wind came from the direction of the mountain road when he came.

Gordon, who was more embarrassed than before, rushed out from the end of the mountain road and came to the platform, "Here we come! We come! Ready to launch!"

Lanlong, with purple spots all over his body, followed closely behind. It kept neighing and was extremely angry. The distance between the two was less than twenty meters, and Gordon was about to be caught up.

"You're going to launch!" Gordon yelled.

Anshir had no choice but to respond loudly, "The shooting angle is limited, you can only shoot from the front, and the elevation angle is only less than 20 degrees!"

"What are you talking about?" Gordon, who spent most of his energy on escaping for his life and guarding against Lanlong's attack, said he didn't understand.

But Anshir didn't say these words to him.

Following behind Lanlong, Hilda came to the platform and shot a few arrows one after another to help distract Lanlong and said, "It means to lead Lanlong to the front of the bed crossbow, and it can't fly too high!"

"clear!"

Gordon realized that there was something wrong with the heavy bed crossbow, so he had to follow Hilda's instructions, gritted his teeth and ran towards the direction the bed crossbow was pointing at.

However, at this moment, Lanlong, who had been chasing closely behind it, suddenly stopped, hovered in mid-air, and observed its surroundings vigilantly.

——It noticed something abnormal, the hunters' actions were too purposeful, obviously they wanted to take it somewhere.

After seeing the wreckage of the empty boat, Lanlong's suspicion became more and more obvious.

It's not going to come the way hunters expect.

The gray dragon hovering in the air tilted its neck back, opened its huge mouth, and began to gather its breath, preparing to completely smash the wreckage of the airship in one breath.

Without thinking about it, Hilda immediately threw the flash bomb.

While gliding and drawing the bow to prepare for the arrow of the dragon, he shouted, "Gordon! Help Anshir adjust the direction!"

Gordon, who had rushed near the wreckage of the empty ship, looked back, seeing Lanlong who was temporarily in chaos due to the glare in the air, and immediately understood what Hilda meant.

Will you look down on me too much?

Gordon, who was cursing secretly in his heart, didn't stop at all. He rushed to the wreckage of the airship at full speed, pressed his arms on the wreckage, and started to exert force with a roar.

"Drink!"

The muscles all over his body bulged high together with the armor, and the strength of the Tyrannosaurus rex armor was exerted to the maximum at this moment.

The steel nails on the bottom of the boots bit into the soil deeply, pushed by powerful muscles, and two deep furrows were plowed into the ground under the feet.

"Ahhh—!"

In the beast-like roar, only a small part remained, but the wreckage of the several-ton airship was pushed and turned slowly.

Hilda, who shot the dragon arrow, watched this scene, and the corners of her eyes couldn't help shaking twice.

I asked you to help turn the bed crossbow, who asked you to push the airship? !

Forget it, the result is almost

Anshir, who was holding the handle of the bed crossbow tightly with both hands, shouted in surprise: "Come on! It's still forty degrees away! Twenty degrees! Hurry up!"

The blue veins on Gordon's forehead were throbbing wildly as if they were about to explode. At this moment, he couldn't listen to anything, he only knew to use his best strength and keep pushing!

It's now!

At the moment when the front sight inserted Lanlong, which was constantly coiling in mid-air, and locked it, Anshir pulled the trigger forcefully.

"Om—!"

Amidst the frenzied sound of metal crossbow strings, the thick crossbow bolt with ferocious barbs turned into an afterimage, crossed the space of only tens of meters in the blink of an eye, and shot through the main fin on Lanlong's back.

The rope connecting the crossbow and the wreckage of the airship was released quickly.

"Gahoooo—!"