Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

The signal to retreat has been given for some time.

The corridors, which were quite bustling before, were empty at this time, and the severely wounded with limited mobility had already been carried out by other hunters on their backs.

The lady president ran all the way, and the pork chop was also running on all fours, and kept chanting the countdown seconds.

"One hundred and twenty-one meows, one hundred and twenty meows, one hundred and nineteen meows."

One person and one cat rushed out from the passage of the city wall, and came to the decisive battle square in front of the city wall. The summer morning sun was a bit dazzling, but they didn't have time to care about it.

The old mountain dragon had climbed up again, roaring, and walked step by step towards the silent city wall.

Most of the people and the wounded have been evacuated to a distant place.

However, there were also some hunters who were unwilling to reconcile, and stopped halfway, using ballista hunting bows, to attack Lao Shanlong from a distance, and even some swordsmen were eager to try.

President Vatican and Pig Chop looked at each other in blank dismay.

They suddenly remembered that because the situation was urgent and there was no time to notify, many hunters only knew to evacuate, but they didn't know the news that the city wall was going to be blasted.

With the power of Dragon Mie Carbon and the large pile of gunpowder in the ammunition depot, at least he had to run out of the Battle Square and hide in Battle Street before he could barely be said to have entered a safe area.

The lady president pushed and shoved all the way, yelling at the hunters who stopped halfway. She waved her arms vigorously and shouted: "Stop attacking, keep running! The distance is too close, run to the side of Fighting Street!"

Some people couldn't turn their minds around for a while, even if they put away their weapons after listening to the president's words, they didn't have the sense of urgency to seize the time and escape.

The lady president was so anxious that she wanted to pull out a heavy crossbow and shoot these nervous guys in the back of their buttocks. Pig Chop screamed at the top of her voice, "The ammunition depot is about to explode, meow! It's going to happen in less than a minute." It exploded meow!"

The hunters were stunned for a moment, and they all looked at the president lady.

"Don't you understand?! Run!!"

Now everyone came to their senses, spread their legs and ran, while still yelling to remind the partners who didn't hear clearly from a little distance away.

The entrance to the Battle Square and the corner connecting to Battle Street became everyone's target.

As long as you can run around the corner before the big explosion, the solid rock wall can serve as a cover to block the aftermath of the explosion.

After all, no one is quite sure how big the explosion will be.

A group of people ran desperately like a herd of mammoths chased by a booming dragon, and finally ran across the corner within the "one minute" that Zhu Chop said.

After waiting for a few seconds, there was no explosion sound, and someone asked in a daze, "So, what about an explosion? Squib?"

Pig Chop didn't bother to explain to them that he purposely shortened the countdown, "There are still forty or fifty seconds meow! Run a little further, then lie down on the cliff, cover your ears and open your mouth meow!"

Most of the dozen or so hunters who were left behind obeyed obediently, but some were so bold that they wanted to poke their heads out of the corner to confirm the scale and effect of the explosion with their own eyes, but they were scolded back by the lady president with terrifying eyes.

Lie down against the cliff, waiting for the explosion to happen.

The pork chops whose countdown had been counted out could not accurately determine the time when the explosion occurred. They just lay on the ground and spent more than half a minute, which can be called the longest in their lives.

"boom!"

There was a bang, and a hunter raised his head and muttered, "That's all? Didn't it mean that the ammunition depot was detonated? Why doesn't it feel as powerful as expected?"

Not far from him, Pig Chop covered his ears tightly and screamed, "Cover your ears, meow! That's the sound of an old mountain dragon hitting the city wall, not an explosion."

"Boom, boom——!!!"

The hunters lying on the ground felt that they were pushed up by the trembling ground.

The invisible shock wave engulfed the broken masonry and dust, forming a wall of air visible to the naked eye, which instantly pushed across the square, squeezed through the corner, and blown into Battle Street.

If it wasn't for everyone lying on the ground and minimizing the windward side, they might all be blown away.

Immediately following the explosion came a muffled sound like an avalanche—the sound of a city wall collapsing.

Lao Shanlong's deep mourning sound was vaguely mixed in, and it was unknown whether it was covered by the loud noise of the city wall collapsing, or because of hearing loss, it was not very clear.

Before the aftermath of the explosion dissipated, the lady president jumped up and ran towards the corner.

She wants to confirm the result.

At the end of the decisive battle square, the tall city wall has completely disappeared, leaving only a large pile of ruins composed of broken bricks, boulders and steel bars, piled up there like a mountain.

The old mountain dragon was buried deep in it, and only a small section of its tail was exposed outside the ruins, hanging powerlessly, without any movement.

"Calculate the number of casualties, the airship will take the seriously wounded and the remains of the victims first, the transport team? No, the transport team should not approach this side, safety cannot be ensured yet.

Let go of the peregrine falcons, and urgently notify Minagard and Dongdoruma to send a batch of supplies as quickly as possible.

Others can be a little slower, emphasizing the need for high-density dragon-killing carbon. Apart from the immobile dragon gun, this is the most powerful weapon we can use to deal with super-giant ancient dragons.

Organize the hunters who are still fighting, and watch the ruins in shifts. I suspect that the old mountain dragon is not dead yet.

Keep surveillance for at least three days, no, one week, after one week it will be revived in place, the construction of the new village has been completed, and the initiative will be in our hands.

By the way, the letter to Xinzhai must emphasize that it is currently impossible to confirm that Laoshanlong is dead, so they must not slow down the construction speed because of laxity.

No, I don’t worry, Yisha, thank you for helping me go to Xinzhai, and supervising and speeding up the construction for me there.”

The lady president with a dusty face didn't have time to clean up her appearance, and gave instructions one after another.

In the decisive battle square, the hunters were in groups of three or four, scattered and rested.

Some people are cheering, celebrating the successful defeat of Laoshanlong, while others are silent, crying, remembering their sacrificed companions.

Gordon and his group of high-ranking hunters also gathered together.

Chip and Heniye are not here because of their serious injuries. They are receiving emergency treatment. If the situation is bad, they will be sent back to Minagarde by airship together with the seriously injured.

Xia Zuo and the others were also in a bad state of mind.

After fighting hard for a whole day and night, he was called up and retreated urgently after drinking a few bottles of recovery medicine and just laying down, maybe before he even had time to close his eyes.

Right now might be a good time to rest, but looking at the tip of the tail protruding from the pile of ruins, who would want to fall asleep immediately?

"Seniors, I think you should go to rest quickly," Gordon said hesitantly.

"No hurry." Xia Zuo interrupted him with a wave of his hand, "We know it well, and we will naturally go to rest later, but now there are some things that need to be confirmed in advance."

He looked at Pig Chop, "Pig Chop, do you still have the strength?"

"There is meow!"

"I hope you can take a few Ailu together and drill into the pile of ruins, preferably to the head of the old mountain dragon, to check if it still has breath.

This job is dangerous, but I can only leave it to you. "

"Leave it to me, meow!"

Pig Chop dragged the reluctant Panlan, and meowed loudly to call for several fellows pushing the cat cart, and ran towards the ruins together.