Chapter 200 Romanticism?
Perhaps due to the impact of the explosion, the horn of the one-horned dragon did not penetrate the ledge very deeply this time, and it was about to break free.
Gordon didn't care about choosing a favorable attacking position. He rushed forward and directly swung the Fire Dragon Flame Sword.
The blazing blade fell on the side of the horned dragon's face, bursting into a ball of fire.
Followed by a sweeping slash, it once again left a scorched black scar on the side of its neck.
These two consecutive knives did not cause serious damage to the one-horned dragon, but made it feel abnormally suffocated.
It was like a proud swordsman who was grabbed by his sword and slapped twice - the pain was secondary, but the main reason was that it was extremely insulting.
"Roar!"
It roared angrily, tensed its muscles, shook its head violently, and finally pulled the giant horn out of the rock.
Gordon didn't know if that was an illusion.
The moment the one-horned dragon escaped from trouble, he seemed to hear a slight "click" sound.
Is that the sound of breaking stones? Or the crunching sound of the Monoceratops bones exerting force?
Also
The horned dragon that escaped from the trap stared at Gordon.
Its heartbeat was roaring, and the movement was like a steam engine filled with hot coal. Blood rushed through its veins like high-pressure steam, and its eyes and head turned scarlet again.
In a state of rage again? ! Didn’t this guy just get out of his rage not long ago? ? !
Gordon cursed secretly.
After the previous hard battles, he came to the conclusion that fighting a furious Dioceratops was simply asking for trouble.
After hesitating for less than half a second, Gordon put away the Fire Dragon Flame Sword, threw a dye ball with his hand, turned around and ran away.
“Pork chop, prepare to retreat!”
“Good meow!”
The effect of the cold drink is almost over, my physical strength is severely exhausted, the sharpness of the weapon has declined, the previous injuries have not healed, and my internal organs are also aching.
Although the one-horned dragon was more seriously injured, with this guy's crazy appearance after being furious, continuing to fight might be more detrimental to his side.
A short break is the most appropriate choice.
Pork Chop quickly passed behind the Dioceratops, threw a small barrel of explosive bombs to distract the latter, and covered Gordon's evacuation.
Gordon took the opportunity to run towards the center of the rocky beach.
There are stone pillars, stone platforms, and huge boulders all over here. The terrain is so complicated that it even affects the ability to swing a sword. The gravel underfoot will also interfere with the pace. It is not suitable for fighting, but it is a good path for retreat.
Gordon and Pork Chop covered each other, and after ten minutes, they finally got rid of the horned dragon's pursuit.
"Need to go back to the camp to rest?" After confirming that there were no monsters wandering around, Pig Chop looked at the dried blood at the corner of Gordon's mouth and asked worriedly.
"No, I drank two bottles of recovery medicine before. The injury is not serious, but I need to take it easy."
Gordon sat down on the ground, took out a piece of food, and chewed it slowly with a bottle of recovery medicine.
Pork Chop was worried, so he came over and pressed his little paws on Gordon's body for a while. After confirming that there were no serious injuries such as fractures or internal bleeding, he was completely relieved.
Sit down next to Gordon, take out his own dried fish, and gnaw on it.
The desert is desolate. One person and one cat are eating dry food in front of the setting sun, which makes them feel romantic.
Pork Chop threw the last piece of dried fish tail into his mouth.
“The sun has set, meow.”
“Well, we have to hunt at night this time.” Gordon rubbed Pork Chop’s head, “Hey, it’s really getting cold. Fortunately, I prepared hot drinks.”
Pork Chop blinked his bright cat eyes, "It's so dark, can Gordon see clearly?"
Gordon raised his head, pointed at the bright stars gradually emerging under the night, and said with a smile:
“This is bright enough.”
This is a flat oasis.
Underground spring water flows quietly through the spring eye, converging into a crescent-shaped shallow bay, shining like mercury under the starlight.
The giant one-horned beast wanders by the lake.
Gordon took out his portable telescope and observed the wound on the leg of the ceratopsian from a distance.
Just over an hour after leaving, the wound on the leg of Dioceratops had stopped bleeding, and there were even signs of scabbing.
According to this recovery rate, if he rested for a night and continued hunting, what he would have to face tomorrow morning might be a desert knight in full strength.
“The halftime break is over, are you ready for the second half?” Gordon said loudly and strode towards the Dioceratops.
Pork Chop went to retrieve the last barrel bomb, but it wasn't nearby.
Logically speaking, it would be the most rational choice to wait until Pork Chop comes back and eat it together, but maybe the setting sun and starlight in the desert burned out his brain.
Now he felt that it would be quite good to have a life-and-death fight with a horned dragon under the witness of the starry sky.
The unabashed words and footsteps made the one-horned dragon stop eating.
It turned around and stared at the slowly approaching hunter with its dark yellow eyes.
Perhaps sensing the hunter's thoughts, the one-horned dragon's eyes lost the ferocious ferocity before.
It didn’t even make a demonstrative roar, it just waited quietly for Gordon, waiting for him to stand in front of it.
“Next, I’m just going to use this guy.”
Regardless of whether the one-horned dragon understood it or not, Gordon pulled out the Fire Dragon Flame Sword, inserted it in front of his body, and said childish words that he would usually sneer at.
“You shouldn’t sneak into the ground to make a surprise attack. It’s ugly to come out of the ground and **** someone’s butt.”
Of course, the one-horned dragon would not reply to him. Its injured hind feet flicked the sand under its feet, and it felt like it was eager to try.
"Well, I talked too much." Gordon smiled mockingly, and then tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword.
"let's start."
Two streams of air erupted from the nostrils of the one-horned dragon.
The muscles all over its body tensed up, and the movement of its giant claws raking the ground suddenly became more powerful.
Gordon, who has had many rounds of confrontations with Dioceratops, naturally knows that this is a precursor to the opponent's charge.
He took a deep breath and raised the sword with both hands.
This is not a posture of accumulating power, but an additional special sword-holding posture taught to him by the master before the end of his practice.
According to the master craftsman, the stance came from a great swordsman from the Ryūryūin Investigation Team. The hunters of that organization seemed to be trying to develop a new style of martial arts.
This posture is the essence of one of the styles.
Gordon slowly exhaled the air that had been pressed into his chest.
“‘Courage’?” Gordon said softly.
Every muscle in his body has been adjusted to its optimal condition. He is waiting quietly for the moment when the one-horned dragon takes action.
At this moment, the one-horned dragon started.
The earth and rocks were crushed, the ground was trembling, and the one-horned dragon instantly entered a sprinting state, pointing its horn directly at its opponent.
But Gordon still stood there, maintaining his posture, motionless, as if he would be pierced in the next second and hung on the horn of the one-horned dragon, becoming another strange trophy of the latter.
It is impossible to say that there was no fear in his heart at this time. The so-called fearlessness is just an exaggerated description.
But fear and courage are not incompatible!
The moment the giant beast's sharp horn was about to approach, a flash of blue light flashed from Gordon's body, making it unclear whether it was an illusion or the afterglow of starlight reflected on the armor.
The heavy sword seemed to become as dexterous as a sword at this time.
The sword blade rested on the horn and retreated at the first touch. With this thrust, Gordon turned sideways and passed by the horned dragon. The sword he swung left a long and narrow path on the horned dragon's side. scars.
The one-horned dragon that failed in its attack stopped, turned around, and stared at the hunter with its eyes.
Gordon laughed happily.
He recalled the night before he officially became a hunter, when he mustered up the courage and decided to hunt the big wild boar king.
“Even if you are afraid, you must have the courage to face the monster. Is this ‘courage’?”
ˆPs.
That’s right! This is borrowed from mhxx's Great Sword of Courage, but xx's hunting skills and style system are too complicated, so here are only some of the moves from "Y Back".
After the rationalization and adaptation, it will probably be to face the monster head-on and then calmly prevent counterattacks?
(End of this chapter)