Chapter 138 Speeding up the pace
The fire dragon that avoided Gordon from under him stretched its neck and opened its huge mouth and bit him.
Gordon, who had not yet completely regained his footing, immediately jumped to dodge. The "click" sound of the huge mouth closing sounded behind his ears, and the fishy smell with the smell of sulfur made the hair stand on end.
After completing the roll as quickly as possible and standing up, Gordon looked up at the dagger-like fangs of the male fire dragon, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
If you are bitten by this guy, the strange bird suit may not be able to withstand it.
The frequency of the ballista shooting sound coming from the distance has obviously accelerated a lot. This is Ancier trying to divert the attention of the fire dragon and give Gordon a chance to breathe.
One ice bomb after another hit the back of the male fire dragon, causing ice flowers to bloom.
The Fire Dragon hated this cold feeling. The continuous low temperature would make its body stiff and numb. It turned its neck in annoyance and turned its sights to Ancil.
Gordon took the opportunity to drink a bottle of recovery potion. After throwing away the bottle, he immediately swung his sword and slashed at the fire dragon.
The Fire Dragon must not be really attracted to Ancil. As a swordsman, it is the most basic duty to drag the monster firmly in place.
There was no time to use the charged slash, so Gordon used vertical slashes combined with horizontal slashes and upward slashes to launch combos.
With the action of inertia, the speed of swinging the sword gradually increased, and in a blink of an eye, several moderately deep wounds were left on the thighs and tail of the male fire dragon, and dark red blood seeped out.
The male fire dragon let out a roar of pain.
Anhir also paused the offensive at the right time, folded and put away the heavy crossbow, and began to move.
Doing this may seem like taking off your pants and farting, but in fact, shooters who frequently change their shooting positions are indeed less likely to arouse the "hatred" of monsters.
No one can tell why this is. Maybe it’s because most monsters have poor memories.
As soon as Ancier's rescue fire stopped, and when the fire dragon's attention was completely focused on himself, Gordon immediately felt that the pressure had increased a lot.
However, this did not make him feel panicked. On the contrary, he even enjoyed the subtle pleasure brought by the surge of adrenaline hormones under the full concentration of his mind.
Just like when he was hunting the big wild boar king alone, he grew up quickly under pressure.
Slightly short, he dodges the attack of the male fire dragon and flicks his tail, and counterattacks with a horizontal slash, leaving a scar near the former's knee joint.
Gordon felt that he seemed to have mastered the trick that Yamos taught them at that time, using small-scale movements to dodge monster attacks.
To put it bluntly, this is a pre-reading technique that uses the details of a monster's movements to predict its next action.
If the monster's attack range is not large, there is no need to use large movements such as rolling and flying to evade, small sideways movements, short stature, etc., and the flaws will be much smaller.
Taking this opportunity, he once again got under the male fire dragon. Here, similar small-scale dodge skills can be better applied and practiced.
The firing sound of the heavy ballistae sounded again, and Ancier had adjusted the shooting position and returned to the battle.
The Fire Dragon's attention was once again diverted, so Gordon began to actively increase the difficulty for himself, or in other words, changed his fighting style.
The transition between offensive and defensive advance and retreat has changed from the previous conservative approach to the current active offensive approach.
Ancil, who was providing continuous shooting support in the distance, was keenly aware of the change in Gordon's combat style. He moved his eyes away from the scope. After observing for a few seconds, he raised his eyebrows.
Logically speaking, it would be a headache for the shooter to change the rhythm of the swordsman's attack without permission, but he didn't think so.
He saw that Gordon seemed to be "experimenting" with something. This guy was using the Fire Dragon as a whetstone to try new combat techniques!
With his proud character, he will never be troubled by his teammates becoming stronger, or find it difficult to cooperate. In his opinion, anyone who thinks so is a mediocre person who cannot stand up to the stage.
The swordsman fights more aggressively and draws the monster's "hate" more firmly, so isn't the shooter able to fire more wantonly?
What? Do you think the swordsman affects your shooting? The monster moves around and you can't hit it accurately?
There is only one reason for thinking this way, and that is because you are a waste
Anhill, who had never doubted his shooting skills, replaced the magazine with a water-cooled bullet and emptied the magazine at a far faster shooting speed than before.
Seeing that the fire dragon's attention was still firmly attracted by Gordon beneath it, Ancil moved faster.
Replace the empty magazine of the water-cooled bullet with an ice-cooled bullet.
Frost-white crossbow bullets shot out like meteors one after another, exploding ice flowers on the male fire dragon's wet body. Under the influence of low temperature, the water left by the water-cooled bullets began to freeze, and a layer of ice suddenly appeared on the red and black back of the male fire dragon. Layer of hoarfrost.
"Roaring!" The extremely uncomfortable male fire dragon twisted his body vigorously and shook off the ice on his back.
Its attention turned to Ancil again.
Gordon, who had already been mentally prepared when he noticed the increasingly rapid sound of the ballista firing, also smiled at this time. He shouldered the sword without hesitation and entered the charging posture.
Without waiting for the power to be fully accumulated, when he saw the male fire dragon taking steps and preparing to turn around, he roared and swung his sword.
“Give it to me, come back!”
Explosive Knife Gai's sword head, which was shaped like a monster's hook, cut hard into the thigh of the male fire dragon. As the blade was dragged along, a large piece of **** scales was gouged out.
The painful fire dragon turned his head and stared at Gordon, his golden vertical pupils full of bloodlust and ferocity.
Its wings spread wide and fluttered violently, and its huge body instantly left the ground. With this rising inertia, the male fire dragon made a hawk-like attack, and clawed at Gordon with its poisonous claws.
Gordon reacted immediately and rolled to one side.
The poisonous claws passed by and did not break the protection of the strange bird suit, but the venom carried on it seeped through the gaps in the armor and touched the skin.
The burning pain and numbness spread instantly, and Gordon's breathing suddenly became rapid. He needed to detoxify, but now was not a good time to take antidote.
—The male fire dragon was flying and suspended in front of his eyes, staring eagerly.
Just when Gordon was about to roll again to avoid this fatal blow, Ancil's reminder sounded in the distance.
“Flash bomb!”
At the same time, a small ball passed over the body of the male fire dragon and landed in front of its eyes.
Gordon raised his arms without hesitation, shielding his eyes.
A burst of bright light.
The Fire Dragon was hit again, flapping its wings and falling to the ground in front of Gordon.
Gordon didn't even have time to shout out his thanks. He immediately took out the antidote and drank it. As the toxins that invaded his body were quickly decomposed, he felt much better.
Even though the huge head, which was the weak point of the male fire dragon, was right in front of him and could be cut with any swing of his sword, Gordon still ran away.
While he was taking the medicine, several armor-piercing grenades were fired from behind the dragon, nailing it on the back of its head.
“Isn’t the pace too fast?”
(End of this chapter)