Gordon swung his greatsword continuously.

Vertical slash, horizontal slash, upward pick, the cycle of large opening and closing, constantly to the chest and neck of the red color bird.

Such an attack is naturally no match for all kinds of charged slashes in a single attack, but with the blessing of the big sword [Wang Hu], it is still fierce and difficult to handle.

The red bird was afraid of the blade full of sharp teeth and the giant jaw of the monster, and kept retreating with a strange scream.

Anhill quickly replaced the shotguns for close-range suppression, replaced the Mithril rifle with a frozen magazine, and fired accurately.

Icy bombarded the red bird, covering the bright red feathers with patches of frost.

This feeling makes it very uncomfortable.

The red bird shook its body to shake off some of the ice gravel, and Gordon took the opportunity to slash it in the chest.

Compared with ordinary colored birds, the feathers and skin covered with fine scales of the red colored birds are tougher, but they can't stop the claw blades of the big sword [Wang Hu].

The claw blade bit into its body, tearing out several hideous bloody wounds as the greatsword dragged.

"The meat is good." Gordon grinned and swung his sword to continue the attack.

"Quack!" The red bird let out a strange cry.

It suddenly leaped backwards with a flick of its wings, the tourmaline on its claws slamming together.

As the Red Bird puffed up his chest and was ready to swing his wings, Gordon read his muscles and knew that his opponent was about to counterattack.

He didn't dare to be greedy for the sword, and with his strong core strength, he forcibly stopped the half-swinging big sword and rolled to the side.

Such a choice is undoubtedly the right one.

The powerful electricity that burst out under the clash of wings and claws of the red colored bird was predicted and avoided by him in advance.

This also indirectly gave way to Anhill, who pulled the trigger at a sharp increase, replaced precision fire with rapid-fire, and quickly emptied the magazine in an attempt to temporarily suppress the red bird.

However, the grief of losing a partner makes the bird crazy and aggressive.

It resists the uncomfortable bombardment of ice bullets, and it has to deal with Gordon, the "murderer" who killed his companion Painted Bird, first.

The Red Bird sprinted forward without warning, and the power of this short-distance impact was naturally not comparable to that of the dragon chariot, but the speed was terrifying, and it barely gave the hunter time to react.

Before he could fully get up after completing the roll, Gordon heard the footsteps of the red bird and the sound of a fast approaching wind, and subconsciously dragged the big sword in front of him to block.

"Bang!"

The long beak of the red bird slammed into the body of the greatsword with a muffled sound.

Gordon's center of gravity in the half-squat state was very low, and his defensive posture was not broken, but the whole person was knocked and slid backwards for several meters.

Anhill quickly changed the magazine, aimed at the relatively fragile head and neck of the red bird, and continued to fire rapidly.

In order to increase the power of the ballista a little, he even took the initiative to move forward while shooting, approaching the red bird.

The Red Bird once again ignored his attack, allowing the crossbow to shoot out one bloody wound after another on his body, and persistently pursued the Great Sword Envoy.

It leapt in front of Gordon, its head held high, its long mallet-like beak slamming down like a hammer striking a nail.

Gordon pressed his shoulder arm against the blade of the sword, and once again raised his greatsword to block.

The strength of the red bird's attack was somewhat beyond its expectations, and its size was obviously not large, but it made him feel like he was almost smashed into the ground.

Seeing that the Red Bird raised its head again, ready to peck continuously, Gordon realized that it would be unwise to continue to resist.

He took advantage of the attack before it could fall, and jumped backwards and rolled with all his might.

Anhill also squinted and locked, raised the muzzle of the cannon, and fired two ice bullets in succession into the beak of the red bird, which only opened a slit.

"Hmmm!"

The red bird shook its head, and its continuous offensive was finally interrupted.

Gordon also took this opportunity to quickly get up, clenched his greatsword with both hands, and regrouped his stance.

The red color bird flapped its wings, leaped back more than ten meters, and after landing, its wings and claws slammed, and the tourmaline flashed a strong light, and then extinguished.

It kept tapping, once, twice, three times.

"It's a strong flash!" Anhill reminded loudly.

The benefits of reading more are evident at this time.

Unlike the original species, the Red Bird not only emits a powerful current by striking tourmaline, but also emits a flash of light that can stun hunters and even large monsters.

This is very similar to the poisonous monster birds that live in the Old World.

Gordon immediately raised his greatsword in front of him, and Anhill turned his head and closed his eyes.

In the next second, a bright light that seemed to have whitened the entire world exploded.

Gordon covered his face with his big sword and felt better, but he was a little dizzy.

Anhill's situation is a little more serious.

Although he coped with it and was not dizzy, the bright light could still penetrate his eyelids through the reflection of the ground, and he now only felt that his vision was full of dark spots and ghosts.

The swordsman may be able to endure such a visual situation, but for the shooter who eats with his eyes, it is equivalent to a temporary abolition.

Not to mention that it is difficult to hit the target by indiscriminate fire, it may also injure teammates in the front row by mistake.

Anhill blinked vigorously, trying to ease the situation quickly.

The red bird took this opportunity to puff up its chest and neck, its beak was long, and its sac was bulging high, ready to start singing.

Anhill couldn't help it, and the pork chop was dizzy and didn't have time to react, Gordon hurriedly pulled out a sonic boom to try to stop it, but it was still a step too late.

The noise of the sonic boom interrupted the strange chirping of the red birds, but there was still a chirp that had already been heard.

I don't know what will be called.

Gordon didn't have time to think about it, so he could only rush straight up to the dizzy red bird and start to build up.

He had to buy Anhill a little time to regain his sight.

Gordon interrupted the charge and quickly entered the strong charge stance, the red bird gave him not much time, and the strong charge slash barely managed to accumulate two sections, and the red bird recovered.

He didn't hesitate, and directly unleashed a powerful charged slash that had not been accumulated to the maximum, cutting a huge wound in the chest and abdomen of the red colored bird that had straightened up.

This was followed by another powerful sweep and slash, swinging horizontally towards the hind legs of the red bird.

The wounded red bird screamed and flailed its wings, and the strong wind pressure suppressed Gordon as he tried to continue the pursuit, and it then flicked his tail and hit Gordon in the side, knocking him back.

The force of this blow was not light, and even with the protection of the Fire Dragon armor, Gordon still felt a dull pain in his chest and ribs.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

Several ice bullets bombarded the red bird's head in a row, and the ice splashed and temporarily restrained the red bird.

Gordon breathed a sigh of relief, and Anhill's vision returned.

He poured a bottle of recovery medicine to relieve his injuries, and saw that the red bird was still under the suppression of Anhill's firepower, and poured ghost medicine and sclerosing medicine one after another, just to pursue a better state.

The guy in front of him was certainly not comparable to those large wyverns in terms of size, absolute strength and destructive power.

However, the tight attack moves and varied moves make it tricky.

Considering its special ability to call for helpers, and even use its singing voice to bless itself with various states.

A five-star danger rating is not an exaggeration.

In comparison, the ordinary colored birds that appeared in the same company in this mission are more like an additive

"Quack—"

"Woo quack!"

At this moment, noisy and shrill chirpings and chaotic footsteps came from the depths of the forest.

Gordon and Anhill were relieved.

The Red Bird summoned a group of dog dragons.

(There's another chapter in the evening.)

Ps.

It stands to reason that the red bird summoning a dinosaur is the standard plot, but the current strength of the protagonist group meets the dinosaur emmmm

In addition, the existence of dinosaurs would have caused an ecological disaster in the entire area, and it is impossible for a dinosaur to go undetected if there is a dinosaur activity nearby, so it is not considered.

As for the strength of the red bird, this thing is also a door god in the game--

Although I lost the blessing of the game filter, I don't think it's too much to set a five-star, and the connection of various attack actions is too fast.

(End of chapter)