Anhill, who was walking slowly in the dense forest, suddenly stopped, turned around and unfurled his heavy crossbow at the same time, and without looking, fired a shot into the canopy of the large tree behind him.

The galloping ballista hit the target.

The pitch-black swift beast leapt down in front of Anhil and let out a demonstrative roar.

"Quack, a

"You're a madman, hasn't that bald man gotten up yet?" Anhill raised the muzzle of the cannon and muttered to himself as he went on the offensive.

Maybe it's because no one has been communicating for a long time and it's too boring?

Anhill named the two dragons who had fought him countless times.

Of course, it won't be a good name.

The one who first encountered him and started the battle was called "bald" by him because the hair on his head was almost burned by the flame bombs.

And the guy who came in later, because of his ferocious posture of attacking madly when he came up, he called him a "madman".

During this time, he deliberately poured more firepower on the Bald Swift Dragon, just to continue to accumulate damage.

If he had the chance, he would prioritize hunting the dragon.

If you can succeed, you will be more sure to face the madman alone later, whether it is fighting or retreating.

Anhill fired continuously.

At this time, he was using the LV3 normal round, which although it had no special effect, but it was just as powerful, and the magazine load was larger.

As for the more effective flame bombs, he intended to leave them for the bald man.

The Swift Dragon, which had been hit several times, roared and rushed forward.

Anhill had long discovered that this monster preferred to jump with its strong limbs and excellent balance rather than walking.

This is true both in and under the trees.

The moment they gather momentum before jumping, the loud noise can easily disrupt the balance of their posture and force them to fall.

Unfortunately, there were no sonic booms left on him, and only the last two grenades remained, ready to be used at a more critical moment.

Gliding calmly, he dodged the dragon's claw strike.

Anhill fired back a shot while continuing to slide back with recoil.

"Next is the nibble."

The hook-like beak gnawed down at where he had just been, but he avoided it in advance.

"Maybe two more bites."

Reading the Swift Dragon's muscle movements, Anhill rolled over in a reverse reversal that was not far away from the evasion, but was very fast, and once again avoided the Swift Dragon's successive bites.

Then continue to fire.

Monsters' movements can't be static, but there are always certain habits to follow.

Having paid the price of multiple injuries in dozens of encounters, he already knew the precursors of most of Swiftdragon's movements.

Now, even if he doesn't have to shoot shots, he's sure he'll be able to grapple with the dragon at any distance.

The premise is that there is only one opponent.

The short body dodged the tail flick of the dragon in front of him, and Anhill suddenly flew and fell to the ground.

A fierce wind struck from behind, and blades and claws landed in the air.

The bald dragon with a scar on his head scratched open the turf on all fours, slid sideways to remove the excess inertia brought by the all-out attack, and roared fiercely, staring at the hunter.

"Ah, the bald man is here too." Anhill quickly replaced the upper scatter-shot magazine and said softly.

Then comes the real hard battle.

Faced with the attack of two extremely fast dragons, Anhill tried to stay calm, but he was still very struggling.

Sideways to avoid the madman's claw slap, he turned around and fired a shot into the bald man's approaching side face, pushing the ugly head away, but the madman's tail followed.

Leaned over and rolled, barely dodging the sweep, and before he could get up, another shot blasted, blasting open the big mouth of the bald man again.

This bald man always wants to bite himself.

At this moment, the madman's claws came back to him.

Anhill hurriedly rolled a few times, but was still affected by this blow, and the whole person was thrown away.

In mid-air, Anhill tried his best to adjust his posture, and quickly got up after landing and rolling twice.

Ignoring the few new claw marks on his arm, he immediately opened fire, trying to temporarily delay the continuous pursuit of the two swift dragons.

However, the results are not too good.

The two swift dragons were full of murderous intent, and they rushed up against the rain of scattered bullets, intending to shoot this annoying guy to death immediately.

Anhill's brow furrowed.

Perhaps because of the severity of his injuries, the bald man was a little slower than the madman, and the gap between the two might be his only chance to escape.

Just as his eyes were fixed on the gap, ready to take a gamble.

A figure riding a dog galloped up, jumped down and set up a shield in front of him.

Anhill was stunned for a moment, then became furious, "Are you crazy?!" ”

Feng Ying turned around and grimaced at him, not at all like a serious defender, ready to face the impact.

Because she knew that monsters couldn't get to her.

The other two figures slashed diagonally in front of the two dragons.

In the face of an opponent who suddenly joined, if it was a booming dragon, he would only choose to continue to run over on a rampage, but the cautious Swift Dragon suddenly stopped the charge.

The bald man leaped away a distance, while the madman slowed his pace, a menacing roar echoing in his throat, hovering around the hunters and confronting each other.

Gordon smiled at this.

If the two Swift Dragons really rushed hard regardless of it, in order to protect Feng Ying and Anhil in the rear, it would be really troublesome to deal with.

But since Xunlong has chosen to retreat, we will take the initiative!

"Hayata, you go and wrap up that head. Uh, bald, I'll leave it to me here. ”

After saying that, Gordon rushed to take the initiative to approach, and the fire dragon sword slashed in front of the madman, who was startled by the scorching flames that erupted from the blade, and quickly moved back two steps.

Hayatta took the opportunity to rush out, bursting out at a speed that ordinary hunters could not match, and sprinting at the scorched dragon in the distance.

Enraged, the Bald Swiftdragon roared and leaped to meet it.

Just as the two were about to collide, Hayatta suddenly turned around and avoided the front, and the two staggered.

The ghostly slashing knife unsheathed, and in a burst of "crackling" electric sounds, it cut a narrow wound under the armpit of the dragon.

The electricity penetrated deep into the dragon's body, causing further damage, and the pain of muscle spasms caused the dragon to let out a howl of pain, and it turned around in anger and swung its claws down.

Hayatta slid back and deftly avoided it, and the two tangled in.

Rear.

Pandan and Pork Chop sprang up to Anhill, the former sprinkling life dust on him to help stop the bleeding, while the latter quickly checked him to see if he had any other, more serious injuries.

Anhill looked at the silver retriever Ailu with some surprise, and poured a bottle of recovery medicine at the same time.

"This is Sister Hayata's Ailu's partner, called Xianglan, it's very cute~." Feng Ying's mood is very relaxed, and there is even a feeling of high mood.

This is similar to the pleasure of a child who loses a fight and finds his parents

Anhill, who felt that he had recovered a lot, nodded to the hunting cats and expressed his gratitude.

In fact, it wasn't just Feng Ying, even he wanted to shout, "Just the monsters will mess in?" ”。

He raised his cannon [Fierce Bird].

Plugging in the flaming bullet magazine, while pulling the bolt loader hard, he said loudly: "That 'bald man' is handed over to me, and I plan to use it to be promoted to five stars!" ”

(End of chapter)