"Whoa—"

When he stood up, the old mountain dragon with a head height of more than fifty meters roared.

Its body began to fall to the right.

As an ancient creature with a lifespan of more than 1,000 years, Lao Shanlong's thinking has long been in a long time and dormancy, relying more on instinct.

But in its instinct, it seems to lack the experience of "how to deal with it when you lose your balance and fall down when you stand up".

I saw it shake its long neck in vain, trying to pull back its center of gravity, and finally completely lost the opportunity to land in a safe position.

It's like a collapsed mountain, and there's nothing you can do to stop it from falling to the ground.

"Boom Rumble ——!"

Unlike the previous near fall against the cliff, this time the old mountain dragon really lay on the ground, only the head and the thick neck, because the length exceeded the edge of the battle street, smashing diagonally on the rock wall.

The old mountain dragon struggled hard, but its body was too heavy for a while to turn over, and the awkward movement of its neck was even more difficult to exert its strength.

Whether it was the high-ranking swordsmen in charge of hand-to-hand combat, or the shooters who operated the crossbows of the artillery beds in the nearby gun emplacements, they cheered in unison.

The scene of the old mountain dragon falling to the ground greatly enhanced their confidence in repelling the old mountain dragon.

No, it's not just to knock it back, maybe it's not impossible to leave it and kill it here?

If it can really be killed, not to mention anything else, how much ancient dragon blood can be extracted from such a big old mountain dragon?

Just thinking about this made the upper hunters feel their hearts burn.

Gordon is no exception, the chief engineer of the Dragon Academy said that if you want to create an advanced version of the jet greatsword, the blood of the ancient dragon is indispensable.

But this kind of material is too scarce, high-level equipment, weapons, and even alchemy beads, there are too many places to use this thing, but the source is very limited.

Don't look at the battle with the old mountain dragon, a lot of dragon blood from the wound spilled out.

The blood of the ancient dragon pursues purity, and the container it preserves is also very particular, and once it falls to the ground and mixes with dust, it loses its meaning.

But in the fierce battle, who has the spare time to prepare a special container in advance to receive blood?

And after killing the ancient dragon, the opportunity to slowly draw blood is too rare, and the vast majority of high-ranking hunters will never encounter such a good thing once in their lives.

Most of the time, the blood of the ancient dragon is extracted from the parts of the body that were destroyed and dropped during the battle, such as the long fangs of the Lingshan Dragon that were broken by the dragon spear during the previous banquet in the Great Desert.

If it hadn't happened to happen to that opportunity, the Epitaph Greatsword would still be lying rusty in the storage box and dusting, and now there is a need for a jet greatsword.

So, Gordon was the first to rush forward, along with Hayatta, Henier and Ted.

For those who have not yet been promoted, or have just become high-ranking hunters, the ancient dragon material has an absolute appeal.

Under the violent explosion, the wound on the leg of the old mountain dragon became even more hideous, and between the flesh and blood of the Mohu Lake, the white leg bones of Nasen could be faintly seen.

Gordon directly turned on the beast soul possession, and while trying to maintain his sanity, he began to charge his sword with his sword.

A moment later, with his strength built up to the limit, he roared and cracked down on his sword.

"Bell!"

In the disbelief of everyone, the epitaph sword that was blessed by the True Accumulation Slash was bounced high, and it almost came out of his palm.

And on the leg bones, which were not particularly thick and could not see anything special, there was no injury at all.

......

On the second wall, which was the final line of defense of the old fortress, Van stood quietly.

Without her flamboyant dresses, elaborate hair accessories, or even her trademark slender pipe, she stared at the corner of the canyon at the edge of the plaza in an elite guild suit.

There is a connection to the Battle Street.

"Elder, this is a casualty report from a messenger from the First Wall."

A guild staff member hurriedly came, handed a piece of paper to the female dragonman, and whispered a sentence, "It's the statistical results as of more than an hour ago." ”

The president grabbed the paper, glanced at the numbers on it, and took a deep breath.

Crumpling the letter into a ball, the president's face was frighteningly heavy, and began to give orders continuously, "Tell the people of the engineering team to ignite the boiler early, start to reserve steam, and open the valve of the overloaded part to leak it, and we will not miss the ignition of the charcoal."

For a maximum of an hour, I'm going to hear the news that the dragon gun is ready.

Heavy bed crossbows, artillery, all wound loaded, restrained ammunition ready, remember to check the ropes.

Next to all defensive facilities, prepare at least three bases of ammunition, and do not have to worry about the danger of accidental explosion of ammunition, it is better than having to move shells at a critical moment.

Also, whether it is a shooter or a swordsman, the weapon must be carried with you, and no one is encouraged to fight hard, but be prepared to fight hard. ”

Several of the hunters on the city wall looked hesitant as they looked at an elderly female hunter.

These hunters are not all from Minagard City.

Facing the president of the Micheng branch who "fell from the sky", and the original commander next to him, they were not sure who they should listen to.

The female hunter glared at them, "What are you doing in a daze, don't arrange it quickly!" ”

Well, it seems that the transfer of command was smooth.

The hunters glanced at each other, responded one after another, and walked away quickly.

Fan Shi looked at the civilian secretary who sent the letter again, "You go and arrange for the non-combatants to evacuate by airboat, as soon as possible, Lao Shanlong's position will not be too far." ”

"Will... Won't you leave, Lord? ”

Van is the lock of the whole equipment, "Of course, the final part of the defense of the old qi will be personally commanded by me. ”

"But ......"

Van yes's eyes were fixed on the secretary, and the second half of her sentence was stared back.

The elderly female hunter laughed and said, "Don't worry, you young people may not know that our Vatican is president is not a simple civil servant.

Forty years ago, she was ......"

The president looked at her coldly.

"Okay, okay, it's me who is too talkative." The huntress chuckled and waved her hand.

Seeing that the president's attitude was resolute, the secretary did not say much, so she had to obey the former's order to organize the evacuation of the last part of the clerical staff and craftsmen.

Seeing that only the two of them were left nearby, the elderly huntress came to Fan's side and said with emotion: "It's still this city wall, and the battle to stop the crab seems to be just yesterday, and we were all young at that time......

Well, Fan is a senior, and you are also very young now, so I really envy you dragon people. ”

Lady Dragonman sighed, "Yin Sha, after so many years, you still have so many words. ”

"Oops~."

The huntress smiled and crooked, "How long has it been since no one called me that?" I feel like I'm getting younger.

Now they all call me Ms. Yin Sabella or something, and some little cubs dare to call me Grandma Yin Sabella, which is really untidy. ”

Listening to Yin Sabella's brisk complaint, Van is in a trance.

......

More than forty years ago, in the same position, from the same perspective, the little girl who had just become an official hunter was full of energy and chattered around her.

"Wow! Hello seniors, your weapons are so handsome~! What kind of monster material is it made of? ”

"Oh yes! My name is Yin Sabella, and everyone likes to call me Yin Sha! ”

...

A strange giant shadow that should only appear in nightmares, approaching the walls.

"Restraint bullets! Use the Restraint Bullet! ”

"Lost... Failed! Binding bullets can't penetrate its carapace! ”

"Hurry up, it's coming!"

"Where's the artillery! Why did the artillery stop!? ”

"Activate the Dragon Strike Gun!"

...

The dragon spear broke, and the monster took a few steps back to its hind legs, but it was unscathed.

"What's going on with that damn skull?! The dragon spear stabbed on it without even scratches! ”

"Head, skull open, what's that?!"

"Uhhhhhhh It's a strong acid! Get out of the way! ”

"The city... The walls are melting! ”

...

On the walls on the verge of disintegration.

"Can you only retreat?"

"Retreat fart! It can't be stopped here, and the walls of Minagard can't be stopped! ”

"Look! The skull is open again! The cavity inside is not protected by a carapace, it is soft! That's its weakness! ”

"Give me a bomb barrel!"

......

Wake up from the memories and gaze ahead.

"That time, it was those people who jumped into the skull behind the crab with a bomb bucket and acid bomb to blow themselves up that they successfully repelled it."

The smile on Yin Sabella's face disappeared, and she lowered her eyelids, "Well, yes, I was too scared to move at the time, and you also hugged a bomb barrel, but it was snatched away by other seniors." ”

"So, no matter what happens, I'll guard Minagard, which they're guarding."