Looking at the appearance of the swift dragon struggling hard, Anhill suddenly dispelled the idea of seizing this gap to attack.

Since the spiny scales on the tail of the swift dragon can be launched with the flick of the tail, it should not be firmly attached, even if it is stuck on the ground, it should not be stuck for a long time, and it will not be able to fire two shots.

It is better to take this opportunity to adjust the position.

Anhill's judgment saved his life once again.

Pulling its tail hard, the swiftloon that tore off a thorny dragon was so strong that it almost toppled over.

But the dragon, which runs and jumps between the canopies all year round, shows its amazing balance ability at this time, and by the inertia of pulling out its tail, it rolls over and jumps, and slams its long tail backwards again in a backflip-like action.

The power of this tail smash was even stronger than the previous blow.

Anhill hurriedly slid sideways to dodge, and the long tail slammed into a giant tree that was hugged by the tree man, smashing the trunk of the giant tree to pieces.

This time, it wasn't just the spinous scales that got stuck, the entire long tail of the Swiftlosaurus was deeply embedded in the remaining stump.

The dragon struggled violently again.

Anhill was in a delicate mood, but he would not let go of this opportunity.

The heavy crossbow quickly unfolded, and the flame shells were fired one after another, and the flames flashed all over the dragon's body.

The roar of the dragon carried a trace of misery.

Anhill quickly replaced the new magazine, just as he was about to continue his assault and completely suppress the dragon.

A sharp sense of threat came from behind.

Before his brain could judge, his body reacted one step ahead.

Fly with all your might, roll and dodge.

Another dark shadow rushed into the warband, and its sneak attack almost succeeded.

Two Swiftlocoons?!

Anhill, who got up quickly, looked stunned, and even wanted to scold, but now he didn't have this spare at all.

The new dragon had already attacked.

The sharp hard beak bit sideways at Ansill, who quickly slid backwards and dodged the blow.

The beak-like mouth that bit the empty made a strange sound of "click, click, click", and the swift dragon was not willing to let the attack fail, and leaned forward with its neck, turning its head and biting again.

Anhill quickly estimated that the attack range of these two consecutive gnaws could not be avoided by sliding steps.

I had to roll backwards to dodge.

Before he could get up, the long whip-like tail swept towards him.

Anhill was smashed and flew out.

He was barely stunned by the impact as he fell to the ground, and losing consciousness at this time was no different from declaring death.

Anhill bit the tip of his tongue hard, spurring himself to wake up with pain.

The sharp pain in his left arm and ribs made him know that his bones were likely cracked, or even broken.

In this case, fighting two swift dragons alone is undoubtedly sending them to death.

Enduring the severe pain, he quickly turned over and stood up, and a flashbang fell into his hand, and threw it before the chaotic Swift Dragon chased after him.

The flashbang landed well, the strong light bloomed, and the two swift dragons fell into chaos together,

Anhill took the opportunity to fold and put away the heavy crossbow, and while pouring a bottle of strong running medicine, he turned around and ran.

It is undoubtedly very difficult to escape the pursuit of the dragon in the dense forest of giant trees.

Anhill ran as far as he could, taking advantage of the dragon's light-hating personality to barely buy a little time.

The brutal jungle chase began.

Flashbangs, sonic booms, force-run pills, fertilizer bombs.

Anhill did everything he could to slow down the two dragons, and finally rushed out of the dense forest before they could catch up.

The bright midday sun made Anhill unable to open his eyes for a moment, and he rushed forward with his head buried in it, which was already very close to the camp.

The two dragons lingered on the edge of the shade for a moment, but they still rushed up.

If it were just a simple predatory behavior, they might have given up at this point.

But Anhill has fought them for so long, and the hatred in them is not as simple as predators and ordinary prey.

Especially the first rapid, the dragon that encountered it first, was burned bald by nearly half of its hair.

With their venomous vengeance nature of biting other monster cubs to death, it was naturally not so easy to let Anhill go.

With no huge trees to jump on, the dragons pursued them at a slightly slower pace than in the dense forest, but their huge stride and incredible bounce power made it difficult for hunters to escape their pursuit.

Turning back to confirm the distance and movement of the two dragons, Anhill seized the moment and threw the last sonic boom.

The indiscriminate Swiftloon hissed and was blown to the ground.

The original dragon seemed to have gotten used to it because it had "enjoyed" the baptism of noise too many times, and it didn't fall because of it, and it shook its head a few times before regaining consciousness.

Anhill took the opportunity to distance himself again.

The entrance to the cave camp was already close in sight, and feeling the approaching wind behind him, Anhill flew into the cave.

The swift dragon that followed behind came to a sharp stop, drifting sideways and almost hitting his head against the cliff.

Reluctantly, it tried to put its beak into the cave and gnawed, but the cave was too narrow and stuck its head, and it bit for a while but nothing was bitten.

Trying to reach in and grab the claws, the blade was stuck in the hole again, and he couldn't get an inch.

A barrage of flaming bullets shot out from the hole, and the dragon sprang backwards with a hiss, wandering irritably, unwilling to leave.

Inside the cave camp, Anhill lay heavily on the ground, gasping for air.

He didn't care about the movement of the two dragons outside the entrance of the cave, this granite mountain was strong enough to be broken by the dragons.

Fortunately, the opponent is not a monster with a strong breath such as a fire dragon, otherwise a few fireball pillars spitting into the cave may really be able to roast him alive.

Before running for his life, adrenaline was secreted in large quantities, and the pain in his body was ignored.

Now the sharp pain and exhaustion surging in his brain almost made him faint directly.

Gritting his teeth to endure the pain, Anhill carefully removed the partially shattered scythe armor and examined the injuries to his left arm and ribs.

After a moment, he let out a sigh.

There is no doubt that the bones and ribs of the left arm are cracked, but fortunately, there is no fracture and deformation, so it saves the trouble of bone grafting, and it should be able to heal after taking enough recovery medicine and resting well.

It's great to have this camp.

Anhill couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Hanging his left arm and pressing his ribs, he limped a little to the side of the distribution box.

I took out all the emergency medicines provided by the guild, bottle after bottle, and drank it slowly.

The recovery pills that you carry with you will be more effective, but those can be saved for when you really need them.

Usually, he may not save like this, but the current situation is special, and it is a little bit to save a little.

After drinking the emergency medicine, Anhill took out another piece of food and chewed it slowly.

Although it is difficult to eat, it fills the stomach and provides the nutrients necessary to recover from injuries.

There's nothing more important than healing your wounds now.

Anhill pressed the bruised ribs lightly, slipped into the tent, and collapsed on the bed.

Outside the cave camp, the roar of the Swift Dragon could not reach his ears at all, and after a few seconds, he fell asleep, or fainted.

(End of chapter)