Perhaps because of the impact of the explosion, the horns of the horned dragon pierced into the rock platform not too deep this time, and it was about to break free.

Gordon didn't care about picking a favorable offensive position, so he rushed forward and directly swung the Male Fire Dragon Flame Sword.

The fiery blade landed on the side of the one-horned dragon's face, bursting into a cloud of fire.

This was followed by a sweeping slash, again leaving a blackened scar on the side of its neck.

The two successive stabs did not cause serious damage to the one-horned dragon, but they made it feel unusually depressed.

It's like a proud swordsman who has been grabbed by a sword, and then slapped twice - the pain is secondary, and the main thing is that it is extremely insulting.

"Roar!"

It roared, its muscles tensed, and it shook its head violently, finally pulling the horns out of the rock.

Gordon wondered if it was a delusion.

The moment the horned dragon got out of trouble, he seemed to faintly hear a slight "click" sound.

Is that the sound of stone shattering? Or is it the crisp sound of the power of the one-horned dragon bones?

Or maybe it's

The horned dragon that came out of the trap stared at Gordon.

Its heart thumped, its movement was like a steam engine filled with red-hot charcoal, blood rushed through its veins like high-pressure steam, and its eyes and skull glowed scarlet again.

Another state of rage?! Hasn't this guy just gotten out of his rage for a long time??!

Gordon scolded.

After the previous hard battle, he came to a conclusion - fighting the horned dragon in a furious state was purely self-inflicted.

After hesitating for less than half a second, the Gordonna Knife put away the Male Fire Dragon Flame Sword, threw a dyed ball with his hand, and then turned and ran.

"Pork chop, prepare to retreat!"

"Good meow!"

The effect of the cold drink is almost over, the physical exertion is serious, the sharpness of the weapon has decreased, the previous injuries have not healed, and the internal organs are also a little dull pain.

Although the one-horned dragon was more seriously injured, with the crazy appearance of this guy after his rage, it might be more detrimental to his side if he continued to fight.

A short break is the best option.

The pork chop quickly swept past the Horned Dragon, throwing a barrel bomb to distract the latter, covering Gordon's retreat.

Gordon took the opportunity to run to the heart of the rocky beach.

Stone pillars, stone platforms, and boulders are all over here, and the terrain is so complex that it can even affect the swing of the sword, and the gravel under your feet will also interfere with the pace, which is not suitable for fighting, but it is a good path for retreat.

Gordon and Pork Chop covered each other, and after more than ten minutes, they finally got rid of the pursuit of the Horned Dragon.

"Need to go back to camp to rest?" After confirming that there were no monsters roaming around, Pork Chop asked worriedly as he looked at the dried blood at the corner of Gordon's mouth.

"No, I've drunk two bottles of recovery medicine before, and the injury is not serious, but I need to slow down."

Gordon sat on the ground, took out a piece of food, and chewed slowly on a bottle of healing medicine.

The pork chop was not at ease, so he walked over and pressed his little paws on Gordon's body, and after confirming that there were no serious injuries such as broken bones or bleeding from internal organs, he was completely relieved.

He sat down against Gordon and pulled out his dried fish, which creaked and gnawed.

The desert is desolate, and a person and a cat are facing the sunset and nibbling dry food, which is a romantic feeling.

The pork chop tosses the last dried fish tail into its mouth.

"The sun is setting, meow."

"Well, it's a night hunt this time." Gordon rubbed the pork chop's head, "Hey, it's really cold, but fortunately I have a hot drink." ”

Pork Chop blinked at the cat's pupils, "It's so dark, Gordon can see it clearly?" ”

Gordon looked up, pointed to the bright galaxy that gradually appeared under the night, and said with a smile:

"That's bright enough."

It's a flat oasis.

The underground spring water flows quietly through the spring, converging into a crescent-shaped shallow bay that shimmers like mercury in the starlight.

A one-horned beast roams the lake.

The keratinized maw of a bird's beak easily crushes the giant cactus the size of a water tank, and its hard tongue ignores the sharp spines on the cactus, chewing the nutrient-rich flesh into its belly piece by piece.

Gordon took out his portable binoculars and looked at the wound on the leg of the next horned dragon from a distance.

It had only been a little more than an hour since he left, and the wound on the leg of the horned dragon had stopped bleeding and even showed signs of scabbing.

At this rate of recovery, if he rests for a night and then continues to hunt, what he needs to face tomorrow morning may be a desert knight in a state of complete victory.

"It's time for the break to end, are you ready for the second half?" Gordon said aloud and strode toward the horned dragon.

The pork chop went to retrieve the last barrel of bombs, and it was not nearby.

It stands to reason that it is the most rational choice to wait for the pork chop to come back and serve it together, but perhaps it was the sunset and starlight in the desert that burned his brain.

Now he felt that it was not bad to gamble his life with a horned dragon in the presence of the starry sky.

Undisguised words and footsteps made the one-horned dragon stop eating.

It turned, its dark yellow eyes staring at the slowly approaching hunter.

Perhaps sensing the hunter's intentions, the horned dragon's eyes were devoid of the previous ferocity and ferocity.

It didn't even let out a threatening growl, just waited quietly for Gordon to come and stand in front of it.

"Next, I'm just going to use this guy."

Regardless of whether the horned dragon could understand it or not, Gordon pulled out the Flame Sword of the Male Fire Dragon, stuck it in front of him, and said the childish words that he would normally scoff at himself.

"Don't sneak into the ground, come out of the ground and top people's butts, it's ugly."

Of course, the horned dragon would not reply to him, and the injured hind foot played with the sand under his feet, and there was a feeling of eagerness to try.

"Well, it's me talking too much nonsense." Gordon smiled self-deprecatingly, then tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword.

"Let's get started."

Two streams of air erupted from the nostrils of the one-horned dragon.

Its muscles tensed, and the movement of its giant claws to move the ground suddenly became powerful.

Gordon, who had already had many rounds of confrontation with the Horned Dragon, naturally knew that this was a precursor to the other party's charge.

He took a deep breath and raised his greatsword with both hands.

This is not a gesture of accumulating strength, but a special sword-holding posture that the master has given him before the end of the practice.

According to the master craftsman, the stance came from a great sword envoy of the Dragon Academy Investigation Group, and 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 pressed into his chest.

"'Courage'." Gordon said softly.

Every muscle in his body had been adjusted to the best condition, and he waited quietly, waiting for the moment when the horned dragon made a move.

Just then, the Horned Dragon was activated.

The earth and rocks were crushed, the earth was shaking, and the horned dragon that instantly entered a state of rushing was pointed at the opponent.

Gordon, on the other hand, remained in place, motionless, as if he would be pierced in the next second, hanging on the horn of a horned dragon, becoming another peculiar trophy on the latter's body.

It is impossible to say that there is no fear in his heart at this time, and the so-called fearlessness is just an exaggerated description.

But fear and courage do not go hand in hand!

As the behemoth's sharp horn approached, a burst of glowing blue light flashed from Gordon's body, making it impossible to tell if it was an illusion or the afterglow of the starlight reflected on the armor.

The heavy sword seemed to be as nimble as a sword at this moment.

The blade of the sword fell back with a touch on the horn, and with this thrust, Gordon spun sideways, staggering past the one-horned dragon, and the wielding great sword left a narrow scar on the side of the one-horned dragon.

The unsuccessful attack of the horned dragon stopped, turned around, and fixed its eyes on the hunter.

Gordon laughed happily.

He remembered the night on the eve of becoming a hunter, and he mustered up his courage and decided to hunt the Great Boar King.

"Even if you are afraid, you have to have the courage to face the monster, is this 'courage'?"

Ps.

That's right! This is a reference to mhxx's Greatsword of Courage, but xx's hunting skills and style system are too complicated, and this is only a partial borrowing of the "Y back" moves.

After rationalization and adaptation, it is probably to face the monster head-on, and then calmly defend against it?

(End of chapter)