Chapter 575 The Battle of the Year
“Roar——”
When he stood up, Laoshanlong, whose head was over fifty meters tall, roared.
Its body began to fall toward the right.
As an ancient creature with a lifespan of more than a thousand years, Laoshanlong's thinking has long been blurred by long periods of time and dormancy, and every move relies more on instinct.
But in its instinct, it seems to lack the experience of "how to deal with when standing up, losing balance and about to fall."
I saw it shaking its long neck in vain, trying to regain its center of gravity, and finally lost the chance to land in a safe posture.
Like a collapsed mountain, there is no way to stop it from falling to the ground.
“Boom, boom, boom—!”
Unlike the previous near-fall while relying on the cliff, this time Laoshanlong really lay down on the ground, with only his head and the thick His neck, because it was longer than the edge of the battle street, hit the rock wall diagonally.
Lao Shanlong struggled hard, but his too heavy body made him unable to turn over for a while, and the awkward movement of his neck, which was stuck there, made it even more difficult to exert force.
Whether it was the high-ranking swordsmen responsible for close combat or the shooters operating the artillery and crossbows on the nearby gun positions, they all cheered in unison.
The scene of Lao Shanlong falling to the ground greatly enhanced their confidence in repelling Lao Shanlong.
No, not just repel it, maybe leaving it behind and killing it here is not impossible?
If it can be killed, if nothing else, how much ancient dragon blood can be extracted from such a big old mountain dragon?
Just thinking of this makes the upper level hunters feel their hearts burning.
Gordon is no exception. The chief engineer of Longliyuan said that if you want to create an advanced version of the jet sword, the blood of the ancient dragon is indispensable.
But this kind of material is too scarce. There are many places where this stuff can be used for high-level equipment, weapons, and even alchemy beads, but the sources are very limited.
Don't look at it. During the battle with Lao Shanlong, a lot of dragon blood spilled out of the wound.
The ancient dragon's blood pursues purity, and the container it is kept in is also very particular. Once it falls on the ground and is mixed with dust, it loses its meaning.
But in a fierce battle, who has the spare time to prepare a special container in advance to collect blood?
After killing the ancient dragon, the opportunity to slowly draw blood is too rare. Most high-level hunters will never encounter this good thing once in their lives.
Most of the time, the blood of the ancient dragon is extracted from the body parts that were damaged and dropped during the battle. For example, during the previous banquet in the desert, the long tooth of the Lingshan dragon was broken off by the dragon gun.
If it hadn’t happened for that opportunity, the Epitaph Sword would probably still be lying in the storage box covered with rust and collecting dust, and now there is a demand for the Jet Sword.
So, Gordon was the first to rush forward. Hayata, Heineye and Ted also had similar thoughts.
For some of them who have not yet been promoted, or who have just become high-level hunters, the ancient dragon material is absolutely attractive.
Under the violent explosion, the wounds on Laoshanlong's legs became more ferocious, and the white leg bones could be faintly seen among the blurred flesh and blood.
Gordon directly activated the beast soul possession, and while trying to maintain his sanity, he carried the sword and began to accumulate strength.
A moment later, with his strength accumulated to the limit, he roared and slashed down the sword.
“Clang!”
Under the eyes of everyone in disbelief, the epitaph sword blessed by True Charged Slash was bounced high and almost came out of the palm.
As for the leg bones, which had nothing special about them except being extremely thick, there were no injuries at all.
On the second city wall, which is the final line of defense of the old village, Fan Ti stood quietly.
There were no gorgeous dresses, complicated hair accessories, or even the iconic slender pipe. Dressed in a guild elite suit, she stared at the corner of the canyon at the edge of the square.
That's connected to Battle Street.
"Mr. President, this is the casualty report sent by a messenger from the first city wall."
A guild staff member came in a hurry, handed a piece of paper to the female dragon man, and whispered He added, "These are the statistical results as of more than an hour ago."
The president grabbed the paper, glanced at the numbers on it, and took a deep breath.
Crumbling the letter paper into a ball, the president lady with a frightening expression began to give orders continuously, "Tell the people in the engineering team to ignite the boiler in advance and start to reserve steam. The overloaded part will open the valve to release it. We will not
I want to hear the news that the dragon-killing gun is ready within an hour.
Heavy crossbows and artillery are all loaded and loaded, and restraint rounds are ready. Remember to check the ropes.
Next to all defense facilities, prepare at least three basic amounts of ammunition. You don’t have to worry about the danger of accidental explosion of ammunition. It is better than having to move shells at critical moments.
Also, whether you are a shooter or a swordsman, you must carry your weapon with you. We do not encourage anyone to fight hard, but you must be prepared to fight hard. ”
A few hunters on the city wall seemed hesitant. They looked at an elderly female hunter.
Not all of these hunters are from Minagard City.
Faced with the president of the Mi City branch who "fell from the sky" and the original commander next to him, they were not sure who they should listen to.
The female hunter glared at them, "What are you doing in a daze? Why don't you make arrangements quickly!"
Well, it seems that the command has been transferred smoothly.
The hunters looked at each other, agreed, and left quickly.
Fanti looked at the civilian secretary who sent the letter again, "Go and arrange for the non-combatants to evacuate by airship as soon as possible, Laoshanlong's position will not be too far away."
"President, won't you leave?"
Fanti adjusted the locks of his equipment, "Of course, I will personally direct the final part of the defense operations of the old stronghold."
“But.”
Fanti’s eyes were fixed on the secretary, and she stared back at the second half of her words.
The elderly female hunter chuckled and said: "Don't worry, you young people may not know that our President Fan Ti is not a simple civil servant.
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She was the one who fought against the Crabs forty years ago.
The president looked at her coldly.
“Okay, okay, I’m talking too much. "The female hunter chuckled and waved her hand.
Seeing that the president was resolute and the secretary was not able to say much, she had no choice but to follow the former's order and organize the evacuation of the last civil servants and craftsmen.
Seeing that there were only two of them left nearby, the elderly female hunter came to Fan Ti and said with emotion: "It's still this city wall. The battle to stop the crabs seems like yesterday. At that time, we all Still young.
Well, Senior Fanti, you are very young now, and I really envy you, the Dragon Tribe. "
Ms. Dragon Man sighed, "Isa, after so many years, you still talk so much. "
"Oh~. "
The huntress smiled and rolled her eyes, "How long has it been since anyone called me that? I feel like I have become younger.
Nowadays, everyone calls me Ms. Isabella and so on, and some brats dare to call me Grandma Isabella. It’s really hard to deal with. ”
Listening to Isabella's light-toned complaints, Fanti's spirit froze.
Forty years ago, in the same position and from the same perspective, the little girl who had just become an official hunter was full of energy and chattering around her.
"Wow! Hello, senior, your weapon is so cool~! What kind of monster material is it made of?"
"Ah, by the way! My name is Isabella, everyone. Everyone likes to call me Isa!”
A strange giant shadow that should only appear in nightmares approaches the city wall.
"Restraint bullets! Use restraint bullets quickly!"
"It failed! The restraint bullets cannot penetrate its carapace!"
"Think of a way quickly, it is coming closer!"< br>
"Where are the artillery! Why did the artillery stop!?"
"Start the dragon gun!"
The dragon-shooting gun broke, and the monster took a few steps back, but was unscathed.
"What's going on with that damn skull?! There's not even a scratch on it from the dragon spear!"
"Head, the skull is open, what is that?!"< br>
“Uh ah ah strong acid! It’s strong acid! Get out of the way!”
“The city walls are melting!”
The city wall is on the verge of disintegration.
“Is there no other choice but to retreat?”
“Retreat! It can’t be stopped here, let alone the walls of Minagard!”
“ Look! The skull is open again! The cavity inside is soft! "
"Give me a bomb barrel"
Fanti woke up from her memories and stared forward.
“That time, it was only because those people held explosive barrels, held acid bombs against them, jumped into the skull behind the crab and blew themselves up, that they were able to successfully repel it.”
< br>The smile on Isabella's face disappeared, and she lowered her eyelids, "Well, yes, at that time I was too scared to move, and you also carried a bomb barrel, but it was snatched away by other seniors."
"So, no matter what happens, I will keep Mina they are guarding. Gard.”(End of Chapter)