Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

A man with half a broken leg can't run, so cutting off another half of his leg and walking on the stubble of the broken leg sounds like a bad joke.

Regardless of whether it is actually feasible to do so, that kind of pain is not something any creature can bear.

However, Tianhuilong just did it.

It flapped its residual limbs that could hardly be called "wings", trying to fly.

The anger didn't exhaust Tian Huilong's rationality, it still had the strength to fight back when it was dying, but it chose to leave.

Only then can revenge be possible.

Every time the blood sprinkled by the broken wings falls on the ground, it is like the bloody footprints of a runner with a broken leg, so cruel that it makes the scalp numb.

After a short shock, the hunters tried to stop it by all means.

Stormy crossbow bombs, flash bombs, Elu cat's flying bombs, rocket bombs

Fengying even tried to use flying insects to fly into the air to attack, but they all failed in the end.

Five meters, ten meters, twenty meters.

Tianhuilong's posture was wobbly and unstable, and it seemed that it would fall at any time, but it still tried its best to wave its remaining wings, slowly but firmly raising its height.

He lowered his head and looked down at the hunters with his blood-soaked eyes. The cold hatred in his eyes was shocking.

Gordon stared at him, clutching the hilt of his sword like a convulsion, and squeezed out a sentence between his teeth: "Fire the dye bomb, mark it, it won't fly far with such serious injuries."

Anshir changed the magazine in silence, and fired the dyed ammunition.

However, everyone present knew that with the intelligence of ancient dragons and the complex terrain of Sky Mountain, it would be extremely difficult to track this guy with dye bombs.

They seem to have seen the hell scene where scales and powder are everywhere, mad dragon plague sweeps across the continents, and countless monsters go berserk and attack the city.

This desperate picture made Gordon feel familiar.

Looking for support? No other Hariyatta will fall from the sky right now.

"call--"

A gust of wind blows, and the broken prayer flags that can be seen everywhere in the restricted area flutter along with it, and the small windmill inserted between the gaps in the hunters' armor also rotates with the wind.

The mountain wind was about to blow violently, and in just a few breaths, it turned from a light breeze that blew the ears into a wild haze that made people unsteady.

"Meow! Look at meow!!" Piggy jumped onto Gordon's shoulder armor, cheering and pointing to a place covered by dark clouds.

A huge spaceship shaped like a whale came by the wind.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The head of the group laughed faintly in the wind, "The great monk was saying that the wind was blowing, and urged us to come and have a look, it seems that it is just in time!

Adjust course! hit it! "

The processing officer in charge of the helm slammed the rudder, and the Isana turned the bow and rushed towards Tianhuilong, which was struggling to lift off.

Under the gust of wind, the speed of the Isana became faster and faster.

Tian Huilong also noticed this big weird guy, it flapped its remaining wings desperately, trying to avoid the impact, but the strong wind that swept through made it very difficult for it to even maintain basic balance, let alone dodge flexibly.

The big red whale bumped into Tianhuilong's body. The purely decorative steel teeth in the whale's mouth were deeply embedded in Tianhuilong's body, and it was firmly stuck.

"Look at me! Hey!"

Isana raised her forging hammer high and slammed it hard at the dragon gun's trigger.

Driven by the high-pressure steam, the high-speed rotating steel sharp spear pierced straight out, penetrating through the huge wound on Tian Huilong's chest, piercing through his chest.

"Roar--!"

Blood splashed all over the bow of the Isana, and amidst a long howl full of unwillingness, Tianhuilong's golden pupils became dimmed, and the range of struggle became smaller and smaller, and finally lost its vitality completely.

"The bow of the ship is too heavy! Take back the dragon gun! Take back the dragon gun!"

"Stuck! Can't get it back!"

"Yeah! It's about to fall!"

"No way! Hold the rudder full! Left full rudder!"

The members of the brigade on the Isana screamed and screamed, and finally, together with the body of Tianhuilong, they made an emergency landing in the restricted area.

The wind in the mountains is still strengthening. The strong wind blows over the ancient prayer flags, the entangled vines, the strange-shaped floating rocks, and the entire Sky Mountain.

The ever-changing howls of the wind gather together, which is the chorus of the wind.

The scales and powder that had covered the forbidden ground for many days, and even the dark clouds above the sky, were all dispersed by this gust of wind, and the golden and warm sunshine sprinkled on the forbidden ground.

The dissipation of scales and dark clouds drew a pause for the wind's chorus, and the surrounding wind became quiet.

The hunters looked at each other.

Looking at the corpse that glowed like platinum in the sun, Gordon couldn't help but took off the small windmill he had stuck around his waist.

The small windmill whirred and turned.

Gordon lifted his visor and muttered to himself, "Wind's protection. Is it really useful?"

The way the hunt ended was somewhat unexpected.

But in any case, the source of the mad dragon plague was successfully solved, no one was sacrificed, and everyone returned to the village safely. These two points alone are enough to make people ignore those "non-critical details".

A basically complete ancient dragon corpse is of very high value, both in terms of material value and research value.

Under normal circumstances, the hunters will definitely try their best to transport it back to the city, and the guild professionals and scholars will jointly dissect, decompose, and collect it, so as to maximize the value of the ancient dragon's corpse.

It's a pity that Tianhuilong's corpse is not suitable for that.

Not to mention that every part of its body, from blood to scales, contained high-strength kuanglong virus, even a dead body would become a terrifying source of infection.

Just the "reincarnation" from a dead body is enough to make everyone's vigilance to the highest level.

After Hayata hunted the black erosion dragon before, after a lot of stripping, the armor was created, and the Tianhui dragon could still be reborn from the wreckage.

Who can guarantee that no strange things will be born from the body of this Tianhuilong?

Take this thing back to East Doruma to dissect, and drill ancient dragons on the dissecting table, and the Great Elder can eat them.

Therefore, the hunters just carried out a routine stripping, and at the same time asked Isana and the others to call the professor over.

The professor led his assistant lady and disciple Alva, and rushed over carrying a lot of professional tools, conducted an on-site autopsy on Tianhuilong's body, and collected many organ specimens.

In this way, the ecological information of Tianhuilong will be supplemented to a great extent.

These materials will be handed down to future generations in the form of detailed pictures and texts, so that later generations will not be like them, who can only guess through a few vague proverbs and poems.

When the stripping and dissection were all completed, the huge wreckage was burned under everyone's watchful eyes.

During the incineration process, Anshir and the others specially threw all the flame bombs and gunpowder into the fire pile as combustion accelerants, trying to incinerate them more thoroughly.

This large-scale "cremation ceremony" lasted for most of the day, and by the time the flames cleared, it was already midnight.

The hunters were very tired and sleepy, but no one left. Facing the charred skeleton, Gordon swung his sword and tried to chop it into pieces, but failed.

The bone strength of ancient dragon species is amazing.

"Let's go, it's burned clean enough." The professor waved at the hunters.

"Huha——" Fengying yawned a little, and said something creepy with dazed eyes, "What if I can be reborn from the ashes?"

Looking back at the scorched skeleton, Gordon smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled.

"Then you can only kill again."