Chapter 575 The Battle of the Year
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When he stood up, Laoshanlong, whose head was more than fifty meters high, roared.
Its body began to fall toward the right.
As an ancient creature with a lifespan of more than a thousand years, Laoshanlong's thinking has long been blurred by long periods of time and dormancy, and every move relies more on instinct.
But in its instinct, it seems to lack the experience of "how to deal with when standing up, losing balance and about to fall."
I saw it shaking its long neck in vain, trying to regain its center of gravity, and finally lost the chance to land in a safe posture.
It is like a collapsing mountain, and there is no way to stop it from falling to the ground.
“Boom, boom—!”
Unlike the previous near-fall while leaning on the cliff, this time Lao Shanlong actually lay down on the ground. Only his head and thick neck, which were longer than the edge of the battle street, hit the rock wall diagonally.
Lao Shanlong struggled hard, but his too heavy body made him unable to turn over for a while, and the awkward movement of his neck, which was stuck there, made it even more difficult to exert force.
Whether it was the high-ranking swordsmen responsible for close combat or the shooters operating artillery crossbows at the nearby gun positions, they all cheered in unison.
The scene of Lao Shanlong falling to the ground greatly enhanced their confidence in repelling Lao Shanlong.
No, not just repelling it, maybe leaving it behind and killing it here is not impossible?
If it can really be killed, if nothing else, how much ancient dragon blood can be extracted from such a big old mountain dragon?
Just thinking about this makes the upper-level hunters feel their hearts burning.
Gordon is no exception. The chief engineer of Longliyuan said that if you want to create an advanced version of the jet sword, the blood of the ancient dragon is indispensable.
But this kind of material is too scarce. There are many places where high-level equipment, weapons, and even alchemy beads can be used, but the sources are very limited.
Look at the battle with Lao Shanlong, a lot of dragon blood spilled from the wound.
The ancient dragon's blood pursues purity, and the container it is kept in is also very particular. Once it falls on the ground and is mixed with dust, it loses its meaning.
But in a fierce battle, who has the spare time to prepare a special container in advance to collect blood?
And after killing the ancient dragon, the opportunity to slowly draw blood is too rare. Most high-level hunters will never encounter this good thing once in their lives.
Most of the time, the blood of the ancient dragon is extracted from the body parts that were damaged and dropped during the battle. For example, during the previous banquet in the desert, the long fang of the Lingshan dragon was broken off by the dragon gun.
Had it not been for that opportunity, the Epitaph Sword would probably still be lying in the storage box covered with rust and collecting dust, and now there is a demand for the Jet Sword.
So, Gordon was the first to rush forward. Hayata, Heineye and Ted also had similar thoughts.
For those of them who have not yet been promoted, or who have just become high-level hunters, the ancient dragon material is absolutely attractive.
Under the violent explosion, the wounds on Laoshanlong's legs became more ferocious, and the white leg bones could be faintly seen among the blurred flesh and blood.
Gordon directly activated the beast soul possession, and while trying to maintain his sanity, he started to charge up his sword.
A moment later, with his strength accumulated to the limit, he roared and slashed down the sword.
“Cang!”
In the eyes of everyone in disbelief, the epitaph sword, which was really charged and blessed, bounced high and almost came out of the hand.
And the leg bones, which had nothing special about them other than being extremely thick, showed no damage at all.
On the second city wall, which is the final line of defense of the old village, Fan Ti stood quietly.
There were no gorgeous dresses, complicated hair accessories, or even the iconic slender pipe. Dressed in a guild elite suit, she stared at the corner of the canyon at the edge of the square.
It is connected to Battle Street.
“Mr. President, this is the casualty report sent by a messenger from the first city wall.”
A guild staff member came in a hurry, handed a piece of paper to the female dragon man, and added in a low voice, "This is the statistical result as of more than an hour ago."
Ms. President grabbed the paper, glanced at the numbers on it, and took a deep breath.
Crunching the letter into a ball, the president's lady, with a frightening expression on her face, began to give orders continuously, "Tell the people in the engineering team to ignite the boiler in advance and start to reserve steam. Open the valve of the overloaded part to drain it, so that we can ignite the carbon dioxide."
In one hour at most, I want to hear the news that the dragon gun is ready.
Heavy crossbows and artillery pieces are all loaded and loaded, and restraint rounds are ready. Remember to check the ropes.
Beside all defense facilities, prepare at least three basic amounts of ammunition. You don’t have to worry about the risk of accidental explosion of ammunition. It is better than having to move artillery shells at critical moments.
Also, whether you are an archer or a swordsman, you must carry your weapon with you. No one is encouraged to risk his life, but he must be prepared to fight for his life. "
A few hunters on the city wall seemed a little hesitant. They looked at an elderly female hunter.
Facing the president of the Mi City 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? Why don't you make arrangements quickly?"
Well, it seems that the command has been transferred smoothly.
The hunters looked at each other, agreed, and left quickly.
Fan Ti looked at the civilian secretary who sent the letter and said, "Go and arrange for the non-combatants to evacuate by airship as soon as possible. Lao Shanlong's position will not be too far away."
“Mr. President, won’t you leave?”
Fanti adjusted the locks of the equipment, "Of course, the final part of the defense operations of the old stronghold will be directed by me personally."
"But."
Fanti's eyes were fixed on the secretary, and she stared back at the last half of her words.
The elderly female hunter chuckled and said: "Don't worry, you young people may not know that our President Fan Ti is not a simple civil servant.
Forty years ago, she was "
Ms. President looked at her coldly.
"Okay, okay, I'm too talkative." The huntress chuckled and waved her hand.
Seeing that the president was resolute and the secretary was not able to say much, she had no choice but to follow the former's order and organize the evacuation of the last civil servants and craftsmen.
Seeing that there were only two of them left nearby, the elderly huntress came to Fan Ti and sighed: "It's still this city wall. The battle to stop the crabs seems like yesterday, when we were all still young.
Okay, Senior Fanti, you are also very young now. I really envy you, the Dragon Tribe. "
Ms. Dragon Man sighed, "Isa, after so many years, you still talk so much."
“Oops~.”
The huntress smiled and rolled her eyes, "How long has it been since anyone called me that? I feel like I'm getting younger."
Now everyone calls me Ms. Isabella and so on, and some brats dare to call me Grandma Isabella, which is really bad. "
Listening to Isabella's light-toned complaints, Fanti's spirit froze.
More than forty years ago, in the same position and from the same perspective, the little girl who had just become an official hunter was full of energy and chattering around her.
“Wow! Hello, senior, your weapon is so cool~! What kind of monster material is it made of?”
“Ah, by the way! My name is Isabella, everyone likes to call me Isa!”
A strange giant shadow that should only appear in nightmares approaches the city wall.
"Restraint bullets! Use restraint bullets quickly!"
“Failed! The restraint rounds could not penetrate its carapace!”
“Think of a way quickly, it’s coming!”
"Where's the artillery! Why did the artillery stop!?"
“Activate the dragon gun!”
The dragon-shooting spear was broken, and the monster's hind legs took a few steps, but it was unscathed.
“What’s going on with that **** skull?! There’s not even a scratch on it from the dragon spear!”
“Head, the skull is open, what is that?!”
“Uh-huh, strong acid! It’s strong acid! Get out of the way!”
“The city walls are melting!”
The city wall is on the verge of disintegration.
“Is it possible to retreat?”
“Retreat! You can’t stop it here, let alone the walls of Minagard!”
"Look! The skull is open again! The cavity inside is not protected by the carapace and is soft! That is its weakness!"
“Give me a bomb barrel!”
Fanti woke up from his memories and stared forward.
“That time, we succeeded in repelling the crab because those people held explosive barrels, held acid bombs against them, and jumped into the skull behind the crab to explode themselves.”
The smile on Isabella's face disappeared, and she lowered her eyelids, "Well, yes, I was too scared to move at that time. You also hugged a bomb barrel, but it was snatched away by other seniors."
“So, no matter what happens, I will protect Minagard that they protect.”
(End of this chapter)