The monster called by the red bird is a dog dragon, even if it is a group of dog dragons, it is already the best result.

Gordon and Anhill were mentally prepared for the worst, such as the other calling out a thunderwolf dragon, or something even more terrifying.

If that happens, you may have to consider looking for an opportunity to retreat temporarily.

As for the dog dragon

Gordon felt that even if he stood still, the dog dragon would have to break a tooth if he wanted to bite off his fire dragon armor.

But this group of eight or nine dog dragons are running around, and it is a little troublesome for them to catch up and clear them one by one, so let's leave it to Anhill.

"Anhil, clean up the dog dragon, I'll drag the red bird!"

"Okay."

Anhill inserted a Lux3 magazine for the Mithril Rifle, pulled the bolt and turned the muzzle, and began firing.

"Bang!"

The Lv3, which is longer than the normal bullet and has a much faster trajectory speed, usually pierces the neck of a running dog dragon with precision.

The dog dragon fell to the ground, whimpered, and stopped moving.

"One end." Anhill said softly.

Anhill prioritized the Dog Dragon trying to get close to Gordon, and Gordon took advantage of the gap opened by Anhill to successfully charge in front of the Red Bird.

In the face of the hunter's big sword, after a few blows, the red bird that remembered the pain did not dare to take it hard, screamed and took two steps back, and turned around sharply and shook its tail.

The tail of the red bird is not composed of feathers like that of birds, but rather resembles the flat tail of a beaver.

As it shook vigorously, its flattened tail was like a fan, stirring up a strong air flow that made people stand unsteadily.

Gordon had to pause for a moment to stabilize his figure.

The red bird took advantage of this opportunity and began to sing again.

The two of them were shocked when they saw this, and they took out sonic booms to interrupt, but this time the red bird was singing for a short time, and it didn't seem to be calling for a new helper.

A ripple that is invisible to the naked eye spreads out in all directions, centered on the sound sac of the red bird.

All of a sudden, the group of dogs and dragons went berserk.

"Quack!"

"Quack!"

They hissed and began to converge on Gordon, who was closer.

There was no usual appearance of besieging but not attacking, cautious and cunning looking for flaws, but like crazy, they threw themselves on him one after another.

Gordon swung his great sword hard, and the big sword [Wang Hu] slashed the two dog dragons that were approaching him like a dragon's giant jaw, but another dog dragon approached from the side and back, fluttering, and hanging behind him.

Gordon shouted angrily, swinging his greatsword horizontally with one hand in his left hand, forcing back several dog dragons that approached from the side.

Then he opened his right palm, pinched and hung on his back, and kept gnawing on the neck of his shoulder armor dog dragon, twisting his body to exert force, and smashed it to the ground over his shoulder.

He also made up for the weak part of its throat, kicking the dog dragon's neck bone.

Under normal circumstances, the intimid dog dragon should be afraid to retreat, but the remaining dog dragon is still rushing forward and rushing towards him.

It seems to have completely forgotten what fear is.

Even the king of the dog dragon clan never had this level of control.

Gordon felt that the sound wave that the red bird had just released was not like a manipulation or a command, but more like a stimulus, making them angry and aggressive.

Sideways to avoid the surprise attack of a dog dragon, he picked up a big sword with his backhand, smashing the head of another dog dragon, only to have another dog dragon pounce on him.

This is followed by the second head, then the third head.

Gordon had some difficulty maintaining his standing posture, and half-knelt on the ground, which was naturally inconvenient for him to wield his greatsword.

Although the dog dragon also couldn't bite his armor, if he spent a while, he could smash these dog dragons to death one by one with his fists.

But there is a red colored bird in front of him.

If Anhill hadn't been firing at full speed and suppressing the shot, the red bird might have pounced.

The red-colored bird monster shrouded in the ice flowers and gravel that erupted from countless ice bullets screamed, and its vibrating wings flew back again.

Gordon was entangled in the group of dog dragons and had no time to pursue, and Anhill's heavy ballista was not strong enough in an instant.

After landing, the red bird raised one of its wings to block the ballista that kept flying.

At the same time, the vocal sac was puffed up, and the singing began for the third time.

"Pork chop! Interrupt it! Anhill yelled and reminded.

"Understood!"

The pork chop, which had been prepared on the side, threw out a bomb the size of a coconut.

The roar of a small blast successfully interrupted the unfinished tune of the Red Bird, and several people, including Pork Chop, felt a force ignite within them.

Gordon, who was entangled with the dog dragons, even felt that the chest pain caused by being slapped by the red bird before had also been alleviated a lot.

The experience is very similar to listening to a cheongser flute or a healing cat playing the flute.

It is not uncommon to use special rhythms to stimulate the body's potential and speed up the recovery from injuries, and the strange thing is that this "recovery flute" is played by the opponent's red color bird.

Maybe it's because the blast of the pork chop interrupted its singing, causing it to change its pitch?

Strange things.

The Red Bird fell into a brief period of vertigo, and Anhill did not rush to attack.

I couldn't fire a few shots in those seconds, it didn't matter.

He swapped the Mithril rifle for a scatter-shot magazine, and shouted a reminder to Gordon, "Hold on!" ”

Gordon instantly understood what Anhill was going to do, and immediately let go of his hands that were competing with the dogs, and squatted with his head in a not very good-looking posture.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

A few rather dull roars rang out.

Gordon could feel a lot of shrapnel smashing into his armor, and of course, more on the dogs around him.

Anhill fired at a relatively long distance, and at this distance, the power of the projectile was not enough to break through the defenses of the Fire Dragon suit, but it was enough to hurt the Dog Dragon.

The dog dragon screamed again and again, and fine blood splashed, and Gordon suddenly felt that the strength of those dog dragons to entangle him had become a lot smaller.

He let out a low roar, and his limbs suddenly exerted force, and he broke free in three or two blows.

There was no threat from the half-dead dog dragons, and Gordon raised his sword with a sinister smile, quickly eliminating these guys who had made him suffer a little.

Next, it's the turn of the "culprit".

Gordon sheathed his sword and charged at full speed towards the red-painted bird that had retreated into the distance.

Anhill also turned the muzzle of the gun and continued to snipe at the red painted bird.

Seeing that the group of dogs and dragons had been cleaned up, the red bird regained its consciousness and tried to sing again, calling for helpers.

But the pork chop didn't give the red bird this chance.

It doesn't make the same mistakes over and over again.

As soon as the vocal sac on the chest and neck of the red bird bulged, the pork chop threw out the small barrel of explosive bombs that it had held in its arms in advance.

"Boom!"

In the midst of the explosion of flames and rolling waves, the footsteps of the red colored bird swayed.

Gordon knew that the red birds, accustomed to the noise, would not be dizzy for long, but that was enough.

Enough for him to rush to the monster.

Boom sword [Wang Hu] slashed out, with a clear goal - a sound sac!

Don't you want to sing anymore!

Ps.

"You stand there and don't move." - When a teammate is entangled in an ice jackal, it's really cool to have a reasonable dragon blaster.

(End of chapter)