The work of reconciliation continued until late at night.

Gordon originally planned to go to the nearby headhunting herbivore dragon or something, and get some raw meat back to roast and eat, but now he can't spare time, so he has to carry food to deal with it.

"Finally finished meow!"

As soon as he encountered the explosives, the pork chop, which had always been full of spirits, raised two small paws high.

In front of it were four giant bomb barrels more than a meter high.

The bombs weren't pretty, and the old barrels were covered with patches with wooden planks, but they weren't to be underestimated.

According to Pork Chop, it is absolutely confident that these barrels will not be any worse than the standardized barrels sold in stores.

Enough to blow up a horned dragon in a daze.

Gordon believes in the hands-on ability of pork chops, but the problem is that these large bombs are not as convenient to use as small props like sonic booms.

It's impossible to carry it around, and you can only use it with traps or terrain and arrange it in advance.

"Gordon, don't worry about meow!" The pork chop straightened up his small chest, crossed his waist with his paws and said: "The setting of the bomb and the arrangement of the trap are all handed over to meow!"

When the arrangement is completed, I will go to Gordon Meow, and we will lead the horned dragon into the trap and blow it up Meow Meow! ”

As if to prove that he has the ability to set up a bomb barrel on his own, Pork Chop deliberately came to a large barrel of bomb G, and after a loud "meow", he actually lifted the bomb barrel.

After running around the circle for a while, the pork chop put down the bomb again, holding his head high, "It's not what it used to be!" ”

The corner of Gordon's eye jumped.

Even if he repeatedly raised his expectations, he still underestimated the growth of pork chops.

Does this guy have so much strength now?!

Repenting for his contempt for a second, Gordon took the two traps he had just made, handed them into the hands of the pork chop, rubbed the latter's little head, and said:

"Then let it go, now you don't need my command anymore, when you set the trap, I will cooperate with you."

"Meow!"

The sun is scorching.

Waves of heat evaporated from the gravel floor, creating a distorted effect of light and shadow that blurred everything in front of you.

On the Gobi Desert, four or five kilometers from the camp, Gordon was like a lifeless stone, lying on the back of a low knoll, quietly observing the giant beast not far away.

It was a powerful creature that could be described as "majestic".

The head and tail were more than twenty meters long, and they were covered in a heavy carapace full of spikes, and ordinary swords could not even leave a scratch on it.

The huge bony skull is shaped like a shield, hard and heavy, and protects the brain and neck from the underneath.

The muscles are strong and powerful, and even on soft sand, they can burst out with powerful propulsion in an instant.

Plus the mace-like giant tail mallet.

Any one of these is enough to make a certain creature a powerful existence on the hegemonic side, but in its body, it is only a "foil".

Only the bright red and straight real red giant horn is the real "protagonist".

"Knight of the Desert, Monopolus (Horned Dragon)." Gordon muttered to himself silently.

Monsters that achieve the name of "heroes", the starting point of hunters.

Licking the corners of his dry mouth, his heart beating faster and faster.

Is it true that you are qualified to challenge such an existence?

It's really, exciting!

With a keen sense of hearing and the ability to sense ground tremors, the option of a sneak attack was out of Gordon's plans from the start.

Only frontal attack!

Gordon took a deep breath and stood up from the low knoll, stomping his foot hard.

A horned dragon dozens of meters away turned its head to look.

It stared at the challenger standing at the top of the dune, and did not attack immediately, but made eye contact with the comer for a few seconds before slowly turning around.

The spear-like one-horned front finger, the body is bowed, and the thick right leg slowly grabs the ground—this is the preparation of the dragon chariot.

But in Gordon's eyes, it was like knightly dueling, battlefield etiquette before a charge.

So, he also pulled out the Male Fire Dragon Flame Sword, and the tip of the sword pointed at the opponent.

"Whew, come on!"

As if hearing the signal to start a battle, the one-horned dragon roared, its feet pushing the ground, and it took only a blink of an eye for its massive body to go from stationary to high speed.

Gordon's eyes pierced through his visor, locking on to his approaching opponent at great speed.

When the horned dragon rushed to the front of the sand dune, raised its head, and the moment the horn stabbed at him, Gordon jumped high with both feet, avoiding the horn and slashing out the great sword with all his strength with the force of the fall.

The blade slid open with a shield-like bony skull and landed on the side of the one-horned dragon's face, leaving a bloody scar next to the bird's beak-like jaw.

"Whoa, whoa!"

The confident attack didn't work, and instead the wounded one-horned dragon let out a roar of rage.

Rolling on the ground, Gordon, who had more than he could handle, hurriedly covered his ears.

This guy's cry is really loud, and among the monsters he has encountered so far, only the male fire dragon can compare his voice with it.

The horned dragon turned its head and bit at the hunter, and at the same time, the thorny tail swept towards him from the other direction.

Without hesitation, Gordon rolled forward to dodge.

While this will bring him closer to the Horned Dragon, it is also the only option that will allow him to avoid the Dragon's head-to-tail combo while still being able to launch a counterattack.

Get up and slash! The head of the male fire dragon flame sword slashed towards the jaw of the horned dragon.

"Bang!"

The head of the one-horned dragon was carried by the great sword, and it tilted slightly upward.

Gordon's palms and wrists were also numb.

This touch, this sound of the blade clashing.

It doesn't look like it's slashing at all, it's like it's smashing with the weight of a greatsword!

This guy's head is too hard, too!

Gordon gritted his teeth and immediately began to change his offensive strategy, his head was obviously not the weakness of the Horned Dragon, and he had to find other attack positions!

Another tumble, dodging the irritated continuous bite of the Horned Dragon, Gordon immediately picked up his sword and began to run, looking for an angle to attack.

The huge Horned Dragon has an absolute advantage in terms of strength, but when it comes to close maneuvers, it is obviously not as good as the dexterous and agile hunter.

Gordon, who ran to the back of the horned dragon's side, directly began to charge.

When the charge had just entered the second stage, the horned dragon that was trying to turn around had its wings turn right in front of him.

Without hesitation, Gordon unleashed the charged slash.

"Shhhh

The flame-haunting Male Fire Dragon Flame Sword sliced through the crust of the dragon's wing bones, the flesh here was obviously better than the head, but it was too dangerous.

The one-horned dragon didn't give him a chance to attack continuously at all, and under the wave of the giant wings, Gordon could only dodge with a short body, otherwise he would definitely be hit hard and fly out.

It's really troublesome, although it's not particularly flexible, but the frequency of action is so high.

Gordon grinded his teeth and continued to look for opportunities to probe.

As if annoyed by the harassment, the horned dragon flicked its tail from side to side, trying to drive Gordon away from its side.

This fly-like action was not very powerful, and Gordon blocked it with his sword.

Then he also hit the iron mountain with a blow, slammed forward, narrowed the distance with this action, and then directly entered the charging posture of the strong charging slash.

- This is a little trick taught to him by the master craftsman.

Skipping the charge slash step, the strong charge slash is released at a speed far greater than before.

A heavy sword slashes at the base of the dragon's tail, which is usually called "Shirio" by hunters.

There was no carapace or scales to protect it, and the relatively weak dragon skin was easily sliced open, and blood splattered everywhere, leaving a huge wound.

Gordon couldn't help but laugh.

"This is the weakness!"

(End of chapter)