An animal remains were found.

Anhill first carefully inspected every shadow of the surrounding trees to confirm that it was safe, and then he took a light step and approached cautiously.

He suddenly misses the pork chops and amber a little.

Not only can it help in the course of the battle, reconnaissance, vigilance, but also a good hand.

At least one more pair of eyes to help keep an eye on the back.

Isn't it time for you to find a hunting cat or tooth hound buddy?

Exhaling softly, clearing out distractions, Anhill scrutinized the wreckage in front of him.

This is a male spirit deer, the degree of decay is not high, it should have died in the past two days, and the cause of death is.

"Sure enough, it's a Swift Dragon."

Anhill pulled out two arm-length black spikes from the remains of the spirit deer, and nailed the spirit deer to the ground.

Looking at the skeleton of the wreckage, Anhill frowned.

A monster of the size of a swift dragon should swallow it in one bite if it preys on a spirit deer, instead of biting it little by little like this.

In other words, it was the Swift Dragon that killed the spirit deer, but it did not eat it, and the people who ate the spirit venison should have been other scavengers wandering nearby, such as the dog dragon or the green bear beast or something.

"Killing for fun? It's nasty. ”

Anhill threw away the thorns and continued to explore.

Many of his tracking skills were learned from Gordon, and he was already quite good among hunters, but he still didn't find any tracks.

This made him a little puzzled, until he noticed a claw mark high in the trunk of a large tree.

"Do you mainly move in trees?"

Anhill immediately changed his focus, and he quickly made a discovery.

Pick up a branch scattered under a large tree.

He hadn't paid much attention to the branches before, but now that he looked closely, he found that many of them had quite smooth fractures, as if they had been cut off by a sharp blade.

It is naturally impossible for humans to run to the canopy of a big tree to cut wood, and the blades of the Swift Dragon are notoriously sharp.

It is self-evident how these scattered branches broke off.

"It seems that the risk of close combat is high."

Anhill muttered to himself, and began to follow the path of the fresh branches that had fallen to the ground, gradually entering the densely wooded area.

The light around him gradually dimmed.

The canopy of countless large trees spreads out like a big umbrella to block the sun, and between the dense forests, it is as dark as night.

This made Anhill more cautious.

The structure of the human visual organ is destined to be more suitable for acting in bright environments, and many monsters, including Swiftlosaurus, are the opposite.

That guy is probably around here.

Anhill, who sounded the alarm in his heart, slowly looked around, the cannon [fierce bird] unfolded silently, and Anhill pressed a piercing grenade into the crossbow.

If a crossbow is loaded but not fired for a long time, it will greatly affect the life of parts such as crossbow string springs.

But he had a gut feeling – it wouldn't be long.

Anhill bent her legs slightly, moving forward slowly and silently.

In the shadow of the canopy directly behind him, two faint red lights quietly appeared.

"Click."

A barely audible sound of a branch breaking reached Anhill's ears.

Anhil's face changed drastically, and he didn't hesitate to dodge to the side.

Almost at the same moment as he leaped away, a huge black shadow trailing with red light, accompanied by a strong wind that cut through the turf, swept past where he had stood.

It was an ink-stained beast.

The beast's sturdy limbs clung to the ground, sliding forward to remove its inertia, then turned around, spreading its sharp beak like a bird of prey, and let out a piercing roar.

"Quack, a

And Anhill also flew and dodged at the same time, pulled the cannon [Fierce Bird] in front of him in mid-air, and pulled the trigger.

The ballista roared, and the armor-piercing grenade shot out, pinning precisely into the dragon's hard beak-like mouth.

Anhill, who had given up his body in order to shoot, rolled to the ground in a slightly embarrassed manner, and the roar that almost tore his eardrums made it difficult for him to get up.

Another two or three seconds passed, and the roar finally stopped.

The dragon grabbed the ground with its front paws and pressed back, clearly ready to pounce and quickly take out the small opponent who had let it fail in its sneak attack.

However, the armor-piercing grenade exploded at this moment.

The sudden roaring noise shook the dragon's whole body, and the action of the impartial leap was instantly scattered, and the dragon jumped forward and fell to the ground.

Anhill really didn't expect that the armor-piercing grenade that was subconsciously fired in a hurry would have such an effect.

Of course, he would not let go of such a good opportunity to attack, and the dazzling hand movements, in the blink of an eye, Anhill changed to the magazine of the Flame Bullet.

Pull the bolt load, then pull the trigger continuously as fast as possible, pulling back to open the distance.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

Clusters of bright flames exploded on the head of the Swift Dragon, and the smell of burnt paste diffused, and the pitch-black hair that almost covered the Swift Dragon's body was indeed very unburned, no wonder the weak attribute would be fire.

Anhill emptied the magazine as fast as he could, replaced it with a new one, and continued firing.

The dragon, which had been fluttering for several seconds, finally got up at this point, and it opened its mouth to let out a furious roar.

Scarlet blood climbed its sweezing ears and wing membranes, and its eyes shone red, dragging two trails of light through the dark forest.

Anhill suddenly understood the origin of the name "Red Meteor".

The dragon leaped to its feet, its incredible bouncing power helping it easily cross the distance of nearly thirty meters, and its slender blades spread forward, as if to cut off the hunter.

Anhil looked calm and continued to shoot until the blade almost landed on him, then slid forward to avoid the sharp blow.

Running the palm of your hand over the magazine belt and quickly changing the magazine, there is no better option at this distance than a scattershot.

"Boom!"

The roar of shotshots is much drown than that of other types of munitions.

The muzzle of the gun rises violently, and the user of the ballista must stabilize the center of gravity in order to resist the powerful recoil.

In exchange for these costs, the super-destructive power of the projectile at close range is superb.

Countless needle fruit fragments pierced deep into the monster's body, and fine blood flowers scattered and splattered in all directions.

The dragon roared, jumped and turned, and its long black tail, which took up more than half of its body length, swept towards the hunter.

Anhill slid sideways again, narrowly avoiding the dragon's sweep, the thorny scales of the long tail scraping against the armor on his back.

This extreme dodge is dangerous, but it's often an important part of separating a novice from a veteran.

He stopped and got up, and raised the muzzle again, the dragon's outstretched beak was already in front of him.

Beneath the armor, Anhill curled the corners of his mouth and pulled the trigger hard.

"Boom!"

At a distance of less than two meters, all the shrapnel fell on the dragon's face, causing its head to tilt back.

"Quack, ahh

"Boom!"

No sooner had the short, shrill roar than it was interrupted again by the roar of scattered bullets.

"Let me see how many shots you can take."

(There's another chapter in the evening.)

(End of chapter)