Chapter 200 Romanticism?
Perhaps due to the impact of the explosion, the horn of the one-horned dragon did not penetrate deeply into the ledge this time, and it was about to break free.
Gordon no longer cared about choosing a favorable offensive position. He rushed forward and directly swung the Fire Dragon Flame Sword.
The blazing blade fell on the side of the horned dragon's face, bursting into a ball of fire.
Following closely was the sweeping slash, once again leaving a blackened scar on the side of its neck.
These two consecutive knives did not cause serious damage to the one-horned dragon, but made it feel abnormally depressed.
It was like a proud swordsman was grabbed by his sword, and then slapped twice - it hurt less, but mainly because it was extremely insulting.
“Roar!”
It roared angrily, tensed its muscles, shook its head violently, and finally pulled out the giant horn from the rock.
Gordon wondered if that was an illusion.
The moment the one-horned dragon escaped from trouble, he seemed to hear a slight "click" sound.
Is that the sound of breaking stones? Or is it the crisp sound of the Monoceratops bones exerting force?
Or maybe it was
The iceratops that escaped from the trap stared at Gordon.
Its heartbeat was roaring, and the movement was like a steam engine filled with hot burning coal. The blood rushed through the blood vessels like high-pressure steam, and its eyes and head turned scarlet again.
Angry again? ! Didn't this guy just get out of his rage not long ago? ? !
Gordon cursed secretly.
After the previous hard battles, he came to the conclusion that fighting a furious Dioceratops was simply asking for trouble.
After hesitating for less than half a second, Gordon put away the Fire Dragon Flame Sword, threw a dye ball with his hand, turned around and ran away.
“Pork chop, prepare to retreat!”
"Good meow!"
The effect of the cold drink is almost over. His physical strength is severely exhausted, the sharpness of his weapon has declined, his previous injuries have not healed, and his internal organs are also aching.
Although the one-horned dragon was more seriously injured, with this guy's crazy appearance after being furious, continuing to fight might be more detrimental to his side.
A short break is the most appropriate choice.
Pork Chop quickly passed behind Dioceratops, threw a small barrel of explosive bombs to distract the latter, and covered Gordon's evacuation.
Gordon took the opportunity to run towards the center of the stone beach.
Stone pillars, stone platforms, and boulders are everywhere here. The terrain is so complicated that it even affects the swing of the sword. The gravel under the feet will also interfere with the pace. It is not suitable for fighting, but it is a good path for retreat.
Gordon and Pig Chop covered each other, and after more than ten minutes, they finally got rid of the horned dragon's pursuit.
"Need to go back to the camp to rest, meow?" After confirming that there were no monsters wandering around, Pig Chop looked at the dried blood at the corner of Gordon's mouth and asked worriedly.
"No, I drank two bottles of recovery medicine before. The injury is not serious, but I need to take it easy."
Gordon sat down on the ground, took out a piece of food, and chewed it slowly with a bottle of recovery medicine.
Pork Chop was worried, so he came over and pressed his little paws on Gordon's body for a while. After confirming that there were no serious injuries such as fractures or internal bleeding, he was completely relieved.
Sit down next to Gordon, take out his own dried fish, and gnaw on it.
The desert is desolate. One person and one cat are eating dry food in front of the setting sun, and it feels romantic.
Pork Chop threw the last piece of dried fish tail into his mouth.
"The sun has set, meow."
"Well, we have to hunt at night this time." Gordon rubbed Pork Chop's head, "Hey, it's really getting cold. Fortunately, I prepared hot drinks. ”
The pork chop blinked and focused. cat eyes, "It's so dark, can Gordon see clearly?"
Gordon raised his head, pointed at the bright stars gradually emerging under the night, and said with a smile:
"This It’s bright enough.”
This is a flat oasis.
The underground spring water flows quietly through the spring eye, converging into a crescent-shaped shallow bay, shining like mercury under the starlight.
The one-horned beast walks by the lake.
The horny mouth like a bird's beak easily chewed open the giant cactus the size of a water tank. The hard tongue ignored the sharp thorns on the cactus and chewed up the nutritious and water-rich pulp. Chew the pieces into your belly.
Gordon took out his portable telescope and observed the wound on the leg of the ceratopsian from a distance.
It had only been a little over an hour since he left, and the wound on the leg of the dragon had stopped bleeding, and there were even signs of scabbing.
According to this recovery rate, if he rested for a night and continued hunting, what he would have to face tomorrow morning might be a desert knight in full strength.
"The halftime break is over, are you ready for the second half?" Gordon said loudly and strode towards the Dioceratops.
Pig Chop went to recover the last barrel bomb and was not nearby.
Logically speaking, it would be the most rational choice to wait until the pork chop comes back and eat it together, but maybe it was the setting sun and starlight in the desert that burned out his brain.
Now he felt that it would be quite good to have a life-and-death battle with a horned dragon under the witness of the stars.
The unabashed words and footsteps made the one-horned dragon stop eating.
It turned around and stared at the slowly approaching hunter with its dark yellow eyes.
Perhaps sensing the hunter's thoughts, the one-horned dragon's eyes lost the ferocity and violence before.
It didn't even make a demonstrative roar, it just waited quietly for Gordon, waiting for him to stand in front of it.
"Next, I will only use this guy."
Regardless of whether the one-horned dragon understood it or not, Gordon pulled out the Fire Dragon Flame Sword, inserted it in front of him, and said something that he would usually sneer at. childish words.
"Don't go underground and make surprise attacks. It's ugly to come out of the ground and poke people's butts."
Of course the Dioceratopsaurus wouldn't reply to him, and it fiddled with its injured hind legs. Touching the sand under your feet, you feel like you are ready to try.
"Okay, I talked too much." Gordon smiled mockingly, and then tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword.
"Let's begin."
Two streams of air spurted out from the nostrils of the one-horned dragon.
The muscles all over its body tensed up, and the movements of its giant claws that stirred the ground suddenly became powerful.
Gordon, who has had many rounds of confrontations with Dioceratops, naturally knows that this is a precursor to the opponent's charge.
He took a deep breath and raised the sword with both hands.
This is not a posture of charging power, but an additional special sword-holding posture taught to him by the master before the end of his training.
According to the master craftsman, the stance came from a great swordsman from the Ryuuriin Investigation Team. The hunters of that organization seemed to be trying to develop a new style of martial arts.
And this posture is the essence of one of the styles.
Gordon slowly exhaled the air that had been pressed into his chest.
"'Courage'?" Gordon said softly.
Every muscle in his body had been adjusted to its optimal condition, and he was waiting quietly for the moment when the one-horned dragon would strike.
At this moment, the one-horned dragon started.
The earth and rocks were crushed, the ground was trembling, and the one-horned dragon instantly entered a sprinting state, pointing its horn directly at its opponent.
But Gordon still stood there, maintaining his posture, motionless, as if he would be pierced in the next second and hung on the horn of the one-horned dragon, becoming another strange thing on the latter's body. spoils of war.
It is impossible to say that there is no fear in his heart at this time. The so-called fearlessness is just an exaggerated description.
But fear and courage cannot coexist!
The moment the giant beast's sharp horn was about to approach, a burst of blue light flashed from Gordon's body, making it unclear whether it was an illusion or the afterglow of starlight reflected on the armor.
At this moment, the heavy sword seemed to become as dexterous as a sword.
The sword blade rested on the horn and retreated as soon as it touched it. With this push, Gordon turned sideways and passed by the horned dragon. The sword he waved followed the horned dragon along its side. A long and narrow scar was left.
The one-horned dragon that failed in its attack stopped, turned around, and stared at the hunter with its eyes.
Gordon laughed happily.
He remembered the night before he officially became a hunter, when he mustered up the courage and determined to hunt the big wild boar king.
“Even if you are afraid, you must have the courage to face the monster. Is this ‘courage’?”
Ps.
That’s right! This is a reference to mhxx's Great Sword of Courage, but xx's hunting skills and style system are too complicated, so here are only some of the moves from "Y Back". After the rationalization and adaptation, it will probably be like facing the monster head-on and then calmly preventing counterattacks?
(End of this chapter)