Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Chapter 1263 Buried in Ice and Snow
The Frost Blade Icefang Dragon, whose life was already in countdown, took the initiative to launch an offensive.

Even in this desperate situation, the Frost Blade Icefang Dragon's attacks still have a unique rhythm and tempo.

Rather than a half-crazy creature like the Tyrannosaurus Rex, which has only crazy violence and no reason.

With a small leap, he came in front of the swordsmanship master and swung out with his two huge claws in succession.

The swordsman leaned sideways and used the Reverse Kasaya Slash to block the first attack, and then used the Mikiri to dodge the subsequent claw attack.

Just as he dodged the second claw attack and before he could adjust his movements, the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon's whip-like tail attacked from a hidden angle.

This seemingly ordinary three-hit combo made the swordsmanship master break out in a cold sweat, as the attack rhythm of the tail strike was obviously faster than the previous two claw strikes.

This guy is consciously changing and cheating, an ordinary flying dragon would never have this awareness.

He sheathed his sword as quickly as possible, then immediately drew the blade out of its sheath, cutting through the incoming giant tail.

The Flying Dragon Sword [Silver] left a few inconspicuous wounds on the thick tail of the Ice Fang Dragon's shell, but the swordsmanship master paused.

In this round of confrontation, the hunter was the one who suffered the loss.

Although he successfully used the Iai Slash to neutralize the tail attack, he did not have time to adjust to the best sword angle and was unable to neutralize the impact of the tail attack.

His chest felt stuffy, his palms were cracked and painful, and the sword in his hands was almost knocked away.

The swordsmanship master quickly steadied his steps, adjusted his posture, and raised his sword again.

After the tail strike, the Ice Fang Dragon flapped its wings without any pause, flew into the air, and then flipped over with an agility that was inconsistent with its huge body, and moved behind the hunter.

A large amount of extremely cold white steam spewed out of its mouth, covering the hunter.

The sword master wielded the sword, and the blazing high-temperature dragon flame on the sword split the frost. He seized an opportunity and rushed out of the range of his breath before the ground was covered with frost.

The Frost Blade Icefang Dragon's attack is still continuing.

After covering a large area of ​​the ground with frost, it flapped its wings again and fell in front of the swordsman who was trying to distance himself further.

He opened his mouth and another stream of cold air gushed out.

This kind of high-frequency movement and continuous breathing fighting style, let alone this old and seriously injured Ice Fang Dragon, even if it were a young and strong one, it would have to stop and catch its breath first.

The swordsmanship master understood that the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon was getting anxious after all.

He wanted to squeeze out all his remaining strength at once and kill him on the frosty snowy ground.

But at the same time, as long as I can hold on through this last wave, perhaps this old guy will fall down on his own without me having to do anything.

After rolling sideways to avoid the incoming breath, the sword master pointed the blade forward and stepped back to prepare for the attack.

In fact, he knew very well that there were better ways to deal with this situation.

The fear of light in both eyes is one of the weaknesses of Ice Fang Dragon. Just one flash bomb can easily interrupt the Ice Fang Dragon's final attack.

Once it was dazzled by the bright light and fell down, and the last bit of strength it had held on to was lost, this old Ice Fang Dragon would probably never be able to get up again.

But he didn't intend to do that.

Hypocritical? Irrational? Or some kind of empathy? Maybe all of them.

The captain, the commander, Mecca, Yuanye. The comrades who fought side by side with him in those days retired one by one and left the front line. Only he ignored the dissuasion and always stayed at the forefront of the battle against monsters.

To die gloriously in a duel with a powerful monster was the ending he had prepared for himself.

But he could not accept being bitten by a mosquito from behind in the middle of a fierce battle, and dying with his whole body paralyzed.

Perhaps there is no concept of "honor" for monsters.

The cool names like "The Last White Knight" were just imposed on this guy by the nosy young hunters.

Only he saw his own shadow in this old dragon.

"When you get older, you tend to overthink." The swordsmanship master said self-deprecatingly, "Come on, give it the final blow."

Even if we all die together and are buried on the ice, it seems pretty good, just like returning home.

Putting aside all worries and distractions, the swordsman swung his sword forward.

"Roar!"

The Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon also let out a final roar, opened its huge mouth, and raised its frost fangs to attack.

The sword energy and the freezing air intertwined and collided with each other, and the sharp blades and claws collided repeatedly.

He gave up on defense and let the Frost Blade Icefang Dragon's sharp claws tear open his breastplate, leaving several bloody scratches on his chest. The swordsmanship master turned into an afterimage, turned around and swung his blade forward.

The air blade spins violently.

The sword slashed from the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon's neck all the way to its chest.

Together with the wound left by the previous air blade, which was still bleeding, it formed an intersecting cross.

Another large amount of blood spurted out.

This sword drained away the last bit of strength from the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon, and it fell heavily to the ground.

The old Ice Fang Dragon growled and struggled, trying to support its body with its front paws, but no matter how hard it tried, it could not stand up again.

The swordsmanship master, who was also seriously injured, supported himself with the scabbard and came in front of the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon.

He also had a paralysis trap and several tranquilizer bullets in his bag.

The leader of the third group asked him to capture the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon if there was a chance, and the people of the fourth group would be responsible for transportation.

This is done for research purposes, and also to allow them to be put into the arena to give young hunters combat experience.

"Want to live a little longer?" The swordsmanship master muttered to himself, not caring whether the old Ice Fang Dragon could understand him or not.

"Anesthetic bullets can slow down blood circulation. There are some healing honey bugs nearby that can help you stop bleeding. This way you have a chance to stay alive."

He stared into the Ice Fang Dragon's eyes, trying to find a hint of pleading, or some emotion like attachment to life.

Unfortunately not.

As blood continued to spurt out, it lost the strength to even move its limbs.

Realizing the inevitability of death, the old Icefang Dragon, which had survived for countless years in the ice and snow of the Everfrost, became calm.

Staring at the equally old hunter.

The swordsman smiled with relief, sheathed his sword, and did not take out the paralysis trap.

"Forget it, forget it. Instead of living in a cage, I might as well send you away in this snowy land." He sat cross-legged next to the Ice Fang Dragon.

After waiting quietly for a few minutes, the blood flowing from the wound on his neck gradually froze, and the impressive ice-blue pupils also dilated.

Eventually it completely lost its vitality.

The swordsmanship master sat alone in silence for a while, and suddenly, he felt dizzy.

The Ice Fang Dragon's last claw was not light.

Due to the hassle of traveling, fighting, blood loss and the low temperature, he felt a little breathless.

He took out two bottles of recovery medicine and a bottle of hot drink from his bag, drank them slowly, and rested for a while against the old Ice Fang Dragon's corpse. Only then did the dizziness subside little by little.

But the weakness caused by blood loss and physical exhaustion is not so easy to recover.

He looked down at the female fire dragon's armor which was badly damaged, and then looked at the corpse of the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon.

The sword master fell into deep thought.

"Well, maybe it's time to try out new equipment after a long absence? But it's a bit difficult for an old man like me to peel off the materials and drag them back over the mountains and hills.

Hehehe, just trouble the young people once in a while."

The swordsman took out a flare from his bag and sent a distress signal into the air.

Then he wrapped himself in a cold-proof cloak, changed into a more comfortable position, and lay back down beside the old Ice Fang Dragon, burrowing into its thick fur.

"I will try harder for a while longer."

(End of this chapter)