Chapter 61 My Favorite Mian Zhan
In order to prevent Gordon from being too distracted during the battle, Urshula deliberately simplified the coordination process.
Generally speaking, the swordsman should run frequently and adjust his position to attract the attention of monsters, so that the shooter can use full firepower and maximize the output.
However, considering that he and Gordon did not have a good tacit understanding, and the latter lacked experience in team hunting, Urshula felt that it would be better for him to actively cooperate with him.
Fortunately, I am a light crossbow user, so I can move relatively quickly even when I am holding a gun. If I were to switch to a heavy crossbow user, I would probably have a headache.
Gordon also knew that the other party was kindly trying to lighten his burden, so he simply nodded in agreement.
At the same time, I silently told myself that I must be careful when I draw the knife later, so as not to chop the "brightly colored hairs" that Osula regarded as treasures.
Now that we know that the Peach-haired Beast King is still sleeping, we can no longer waste time.
In this world, no great swordsman can resist the temptation to stand on the face of a sleeping monster and strike with a fully charged charged slash!
Gordon is certainly no exception.
This kind of attack without martial ethics is called "Sleeping Slash" by hunters. If there is a sword user or a gun user in the team, it will definitely be done by them.
Whether it's the charged sword's charged slash or the gun's dragon cannon, they are extremely powerful moves that can determine victory or defeat in one hit.
Taking advantage of the monster to sleep, I touched it to their weaknesses to remember, can there be a more refreshing thing in this world than this?
There really is.
That is to bring in a few large barrels of explosive bombs, place them next to the sleeping monster's head, and let the art bloom.
For this reason, most swordsmen and gunmen, including Gordon himself, don't like barrel bombs.
How about trying to get some sleep with me?
My great sword is already thirsty!
Looking at Gordon's suddenly quickening pace, Pork Chop and Oshula looked at each other. They both knew what the former was thinking. They couldn't help but burst into laughter, and they both quickened their pace and chased after him.
When the overly lush vegetation in the rainforest becomes sparse, the rocky mountains at the destination also enter the sight of the hunters.
This rocky mountain reminded Gordon of the fire dragon's nest he had dug out at Shuretson Hill a few months ago. In fact, there was no similarity in structure between the two.
The only thing they have in common is the lack of vegetation.
—Rocky ground makes it difficult for seeds to take root.
As for where the Peach-haired Beast King, who is the hunting target, is, there is no need to look for it. The loud grunt is the best guide.
Two people and one cat quietly walked around a huge pink rock four to five meters high, and then lay down on a flat rock bed and fell asleep.
Looking at the big guy in front of him, who was sprawled out and four or five times the size of an ordinary peach-haired beast, Gordon finally understood why Pork Chop always called it the "big fat man."
The high, bulging black belly reminds people of those pot-bellied wealthy businessmen in the business district.
No, it’s much more exaggerated than that.
The gaping mouth looked like a hippopotamus. Gordon couldn't help but wonder, did this guy just swallow a whole big wild boar king before falling asleep?
Don’t think so much, let’s get started!
Just as Gordon found his position, rubbed his hands, and was about to pull out the blasting knife, a stone the size of a bean hit the back of his head.
Gordon was interrupted and quickly came to the latter's side. He lowered his voice and said in a somewhat dissatisfied tone, "What are you doing?"
“I almost forgot to tell you.” Oshura also lowered her voice to a very low voice, “The Peach-haired Beast King will sometimes suddenly inhale and puff up its belly, and launch the enemies in front of it. Be careful.”
ˆ Gordon: "."
Is this guy a little confused about the occasion and the key points?
Although the information about the monster's attack method is indeed important, couldn't you think of it earlier and tell it earlier? ! This is the lair of the peach-haired beast, and it may be discovered by other peach-haired beasts at any time!
Amid Oshula's sarcastic laughter, Gordon muttered and returned to the peach-haired Beast King, who was still sleeping soundly, and pulled out the explosive knife.
Before starting to accumulate power, he raised his head again to confirm. He saw that Osura had arrived at a suitable attack position and set up the light crossbow, Strange Bird's Wrath. He even took the time to compare his feelings with him.
Gordon then lunged forward confidently and boldly, put the blasting knife on his shoulder, and began to accumulate strength.
Power flowed and condensed in his body like a trickle flowing into the river and sea. The muscles all over his body were like steel cables stretched to the limit on a winch, and it was as if he could hear the snapping sound of muscle fibers in his ears.
As a faint red light that was difficult to see with the naked eye flashed across his body and the blade of the sword, Gordon exhaled and opened and closed, and chopped down the explosive knife in his hand with all his strength.
“Drink!”
With a powerful cry, the blade formed by the hook of the explosive knife struck hard at the junction of the peach-haired beast king's side neck and shoulder, which is a position similar to the human trapezius muscle.
If the muscles here could be severed or severely injured, one of the Peach-Hair Beast King's forearms or even most of his body would be affected.
Of course, the better choice is to attack the throat. Unfortunately, the huge and strong chin of the Peach Hair Beast King has completely blocked the throat and chest. There is really no room to attack, so we have to settle for the next best thing.
The sleeping Peach Hair Beast King's muscles are relaxed, and his attacks are also very effective.
With the blessing of huge strength, the sharp claw blades successfully broke through its fur, cut and tore its muscles, until it hit the shoulder blades and was stuck.
“Hoo **** ho ho!”
The Peach-haired Beast King, who was suddenly hit hard, roared and prepared to turn over and jump up, but the right arm it used to support its body happened to be on the side where Gordon's chop hit.
With the support, the huge wound on the shoulder and neck was further torn open, causing his arms to weaken, and he couldn't help but roll to the ground again, making it difficult to get up while struggling.
“Aha! Well done!”
Oshula, who had been prepared for a long time in the distance, immediately pulled the trigger, and one after another powerful crossbow shells hit the peach-haired beast king's buttocks and back one after another.
In fact, what she really wanted to hit was the giant nitrocellulose mushroom wrapped around the end of the peach-haired beast king's tail that kept swinging.
She knew very well that once the peach-haired beast king came back to his senses, he would definitely eat mushrooms as soon as possible. With its unreasonable metabolism, eating would heal most of its wounds in a short period of time.
Not to mention that under the action of its powerful gastric acid, nitrifying mushrooms will turn into fiery breath (and farts), posing a serious threat to hunters.
The twelve fully loaded lv3 normal bullets in the magazine were all fired in less than ten seconds.
However, facing that big mushroom that is beating randomly with the tail of the Peach-haired Beast King, no matter how good your marksmanship is, it will be in vain. Whether you can hit it all depends on luck.
Coincidentally, she has never been a person favored by luck. Although all twelve rounds of ammunition were fired at the Peach-Hair Beast King, none of them hit the real target.
“XX is really **** crazy!” Ursula, who wasted no time in changing the magazine, couldn’t help but curse.
However, at this moment, an inconspicuous small bomb barrel was thrown out from an unnoticed corner.
“Boom~.”
The small burst of flames failed to cause any actual damage to the Peach-haired Beast King, but the scattered sparks fell on the flammable and explosive nitrifying mushroom, igniting it in the blink of an eye and turning it into a dazzling ball. of fire.
(End of this chapter)