Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

(it’s getting better, coded the chapter and it’s gone at night, it will resume normal update tomorrow)

Leaving the temple and returning to the village, the frightening suspension bridge seemed less scary.

The hunters were about to go back to the Isana and set off with the piles of ammunition, only to find that the cart carrying the ammunition had been dragged to the entrance of the village by everyone in the brigade, which saved some trouble.

Chef Meow, who was carrying a big iron pot on his back, was the first to jump out, and he waved his long sleeves, "Come on meow, cook a super delicious meal and wait for you to come back meow, this is the so-called maternal love !"

Aiden secretly poked the pork chop with his elbow, bent down and asked in a low voice, "Mother's love? So Chef Meow is a mother?"

"You know meow?" Zhu Chop looked at him in surprise, "Auntie it"

"Meow!"

The flying shovel hit the pork chop's forehead.

The spectacled kanban lady wearing a green shawl and Hariyata gently hugged each other.

"I didn't expect that there would be a day when I recorded the ecology of ancient dragons in my notebook." Sophia smiled softly, "You must return safely as usual, and then tell me the story about Tianhuilong."

The craftsman and his apprentice walked up to Fengying, and processed Fengying's shoulder armor, "How do you feel? Is there anything else that needs to be adjusted?"

Isana walked back and forth, helping Fengying check the strap buckle up and down, "Huh? You didn't tie the knot?"

"That's right, I won't tie the knot!"

The old dragon-human businessman helped Anshir put the cart on Gale Feng, and patted the cart full of ammunition, "There are as many ammunition props as there are mountains. Use all your strength and firepower!"

"Neng, share these with everyone." The head of the brigade handed a package to Gordon, "The old man in the village entrusted me to deliver it."

"What?" Gordon opened the package curiously, and then got a little startled.

Ancient secret medicine, ghost medicine G, hardening medicine G, forced medicine G

All of them are of the highest grade in pharmacy, and without special connections, it is difficult to buy them even in big cities.

The head of the brigade folded his arms and said with a smile: "There is more than one pharmacy master in the village, and they also want to do something.

Defending the homeland is not just the hunter's job. "

"Isn't it just the hunter's job? I understand, Captain, please help us convey our thanks."

"I'll thank you when I get back." The head of the team said with a smile.

"Okay!" Gordon distributed these precious medicines to his companions according to the needs.

"After the victory returns, we will thank ourselves."

The distance between the forbidden ground and Sinard Village is less than ten kilometers.

But it is these ten kilometers that make the hunters feel like they have come to another world.

If the sky in Sinard Village is just a bit cloudy, the neighborhood seems to be shrouded in a sandstorm. It is clearly in the morning, but it is as dark as the night.

Looking around, there are strange mountains entangled with giant vines and relic boulders, chaotic but solid, like a lair woven by some mysterious monster.

And the entrance to the restricted area is right in front of you.

"Take a quarter of an hour's rest and check the equipment and weapons for the last time." Gordon put on a scarf to cover his mouth and nose, and gave instructions in a deep voice.

There are no real rookies in the two teams, and everyone is preparing silently.

After quickly completing a series of checks, Gordon came to the boulder blocking the only entrance to the grounds.

There is a pattern engraved on the boulder, which is exactly the same as the divine pattern on the rock wall of the temple. I don't know what it symbolizes.

However, the pattern was not complete, a huge crack stretched across it, dividing it into two.

Julius came, frowning at the cracked boulder.

"What's wrong?" Gordon asked, noticing the strange look on the former's face.

"I approached this side for reconnaissance once before, and the pattern, or divine pattern, was complete, but now it's cracked."

"It was complete before?" Gordon was slightly surprised.

He never doubted the look in Julius's eyes. After thinking for a while, he said, "Do you remember what the monk said just now? He said that 'the seal of the forbidden ground has been lifted'. Could this pattern be the so-called 'seal'?"

"possible."

Julius nodded, "Leaving aside the belief in 'wind' for the time being, the great monks of all dynasties may really have some 'special' powers.

Otherwise, many things are really difficult to explain. "

The partners who have completed the final preparations one after another gathered together.

Anshir looked at the huge rock with a diameter of several meters, and asked, "So, how do we get in?"

"You can try blasting me next time." Piggy took out two detonators, "I prepared a lot of gunpowder this time too!"

"Not in a hurry." Gordon looked carefully at the huge rock, "I always feel that this thing may not be as strong as we thought, otherwise the monk should remind us."

"Perhaps that guy is just out of his mind, forgot?" Feng Ying muttered.

Gordon ignored her and pressed his hand on the cracked boulder. Before he could exert any force, the huge rock completely cracked open and scattered into pieces all over the ground.

Julius narrowed his eyes slightly, "It's really interesting."

Gordon moved his shoulder joints, "Everyone, are you ready?"

Hayata, Will, and three hunting cats came to the passage one after another.

"Set off!"

The moment I stepped into the restricted area, the sun and the sound of the wind disappeared together.

Instead, there was a boundless and dark sky, and a blanket of scales.

The weeds on the ground were withered and yellow, as if they had been dead for a long time. On the ancient stone pagoda, most of the weathered prayer flags were floating feebly. Everything around revealed an ominous atmosphere.

A pinprick-like sense of vision struck, and Gordon turned to a dark corner. He was sure that something was lurking in that completely opaque shadow.

"Here it comes."

Ghost drug G, forced drug G, hardening drug G

The hunters began to pour potions into their mouths one after another, no amount of preparation was too much to face the creatures of the ancient dragon species.

Throwing away the potion bottle, Gordon pulled down his helmet and stared into the darkness.

"Woo--"

The black air flow was stirring, and the scales were flying, but what came out was not the sound of the wind, but a low howl similar to wailing, which made the scalp numb.

The sense of gaze from the darkness haunts them all the time.

"Tsk, pretending to be a ghost." Gordon was a little impatient. He stared at the darkness and actively released his momentum.

This obvious provocative action stimulated the existence in the black shadow. It flapped its wings, and the black airflow and scale powder covering its body were blown away, revealing its real body hidden under it.

A dazzling golden-white light filled the hunters' field of vision.

The fifteen to six meter long body is not huge, but it is very well-proportioned. The combination of vigorous limbs and strong wing claws gives people a strange sense of coordination.

It paced slowly, looking at the intruding hunters.

The moment its eyes fell on Hayata, certain memories from the "previous life" were touched.

The golden-white ancient dragon let out a low growl, fluttered its wings, and flew over the heads of the hunters with its dusty scales, then quickly climbed to a height of nearly 100 meters.

It opened its wings suddenly, as if it had turned into the sun, and the golden-white glow shone across the ground.

Julius' pupils narrowed.

The pattern on the stone wall of the temple, the pattern on the giant rock that was sealed with a foothold, overlapped with the golden and white ancient dragon with its wings spread wide in front of it.

"It turns out that the divine pattern depicts this guy?"

A flash of surprise flashed in Julius' mind.

The gods once believed in are the source of all disasters. The first generation monk who discovered the truth is leading the dragon people to resist and finally "seal" it.

The "wind" that blows away the scale powder has since become a new belief of the Sinard people.

This is what the old legends are all about. (Note)

Looking at the bright sky shining brightly, looking down on all living beings like a god, and waiting for the hunters to bow their heads and submit to the golden and white ancient dragon, Gordon felt disgust for no reason.

This is not a sun that tears the darkness, but a cold light that casts shadows over the earth.

"It's really disgusting." Gordon took the lead and pulled out the big sword.

Taidao, double swords, and the sound of sharp blades being unsheathed sounded one after another.

"After all, it's a monster." Will snorted coldly, he straightened his spear and erected a large shield.

As the main avant-garde spearman, he launched a shield charge and took the lead in the charge.

Ps.

I never thought that Tianbailong would give people any "sacred aesthetic feeling" (Lanmei is almost the same), this thing excludes colors, and it is properly in the shape of a demon + gargoyle——

Coupled with the existence of Black Corrosion Dragon and Oreo, it gives people the feeling of a devil in angel skin.

From the legends, to the poems, to the descriptions of the elders and the great monks about the Tianlailong, the people of Sinard Village are actually quite confused.

At one moment it was described as "light", engraved and worshiped in the temple, at another moment it became the chief culprit of the disaster, and it was kept secret.

It is interpreted here as "a former god", and it should be reasonable to barely combine these two attitudes.