Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Chapter 1324 Sitting up in shock

The hunters and Mingbo Dragon stared at each other, and for a moment, neither side had any intention of launching an attack.

Under the influence of [Mad Mark], Gordon had the desire to rush forward with his sword and fight with Ming Bo Long.

But this impulse, along with the breath of the Annihilator Dragon, was firmly suppressed by him.

Now that the purpose of practice has been basically achieved, it is better not to take the initiative to provoke conflicts.

In particular, this "ugly big fish" seemed to have a more docile temperament, and its desire to attack these invaders was not even as strong as that of the unicorn.

The two sides just confronted each other.

Gordon even tentatively took out his portable camera and took two photos of Ming Bo Long.

If Ansel were here, he would definitely try his best to stop him.

Aren’t you afraid that the camera flash might irritate the other person?!

This time, however, they were lucky. The Dark Dragon was not angered by the flash of the camera, but was curious about it.

It purred, and electric light quite similar to a camera flash flashed from its body, flickering rapidly several times, as if it was imitating the frequency of the camera flash to communicate with the hunters.

Now, even Gordon thought this "ugly big fish" was a little cute.

I moved the camera closer and took a few more pictures.

This may be the only close-up, frontal photo of an ancient dragon species in the world. How excited would the scholars at the Ancient Dragon Observatory be when they saw this?

Az's performance was even bolder.

He put away his weapon, raised his hands high to show that he was not a threat, and slowly walked forward.

Guessing what he was going to do, Yu Zi tried hard to pull at his skirt armor, trying to stop him, but it was useless, he couldn't stop him at all, and could only let Az walk to Ming Bo Long.

Ming Bolong tilted his head and looked at the sea hunter.

Az stretched out his hand with a dazed look on his face, approached it little by little, and finally gently stroked the tip of Minglong's not-so-smooth red nose.

"Crack!"

There was a flash of electricity, and Az fell straight to the ground, twitching all over.

Ming Bo Long shook his head, seemingly displeased with Az's excessive boldness.

Pork Chop hurried over and quickly checked Aziz, "No problem, meow, it should be just a warning shock, meow.

This guy's armor is very resistant to lightning, so he didn't take much damage, meow."

As they spoke, Pork Chop and Fish Roe stomped hard on Az's head a few times, which helped him relieve the paralysis caused by muscle spasms.

Gordon, who was almost ready to draw his sword, breathed a sigh of relief.

What serious illness does this person have? Can Gu Long be touched casually?
"Let's stop the investigation here. I'm going to leave." Gordon backed away slowly. "He has a good temper, but it would be impolite if we continue to disturb him like this."

After getting rid of the paralysis, Az staggered to his feet, looking very regretful.

It would be nice if I could make a fish rubbing of this big guy.

Just as they were about to exit the platform on the top of the mountain, an invisible breath swept by, and an unprecedented sense of desire surged into Gordon's mind.

In an instant, [Crazy Mark] was fully activated.

However, this desire was not directed at the Mingbo Dragon in front of him. Gordon gritted his teeth and suppressed the impulse, while looking up and looking to the northeast.

He wasn't the only one affected.

Ming Bo Long also seemed to be stimulated by the distant, mysterious, and at the same time extremely powerful aura.

The colors on its body became more and more brilliant, and strange spots of light kept flashing.

"Goooooooooo!"

A dull roar erupted from the sky, and heavy rain fell again like a river collapsing from the sky.

Mingbo Dragon took a deep breath, then opened its huge mouth towards the ground.

The torrent, no, it should be said that it was a raging flood that instantly submerged the mountaintop platform. These water flows had a special viscosity, and even the hydrophobic coral reefs could not drain them immediately.

A huge wave came and swept the hunters off the cliff, catching them off guard.

As they fell, the hunters whistled loudly.

The acid pterosaur that was hovering nearby swooped down and carried them out of danger.

Looking at the dragon's nest on the top of the mountain covered with heavy rain and floods, Gordon, who was hanging under the acid pterosaur, was breathing heavily.

The impulse came suddenly and strongly, but disappeared quickly, as if something had briefly awakened from a deep sleep and turned over.

The intensity of the rainstorm was also weakening, and it should be the same breath that stimulated Ming Bo Long.

"Northeast direction?" Gordon muttered to himself, then raised his head and shouted to Az who was approaching him:

"Investigation completed, we retreat!"

Meanwhile, the permafrost.

Feng Ying, who was sleeping with her arms and legs spread out while holding a mushroom, suddenly opened her eyes.

She sat up straight in bed, and the mushroom that was curled up on her chest was blown off the bed and hit Amber who was sleeping soundly on the side of the bed.

"Meow--!"

"Woof?!"

There was confusion.

A strange red light flashed in Feng Ying's eyes and then disappeared. When Amber and Mushroom, who had regained their consciousness, looked at her, Feng Ying had already lay back down, hugging her pillow and snoring evenly.

Cats and dogs: “.”

What's wrong? !

The true identity of Ming Bo Long was confirmed, and even several photos were taken. The task of investigating the "strange light" was completed perfectly.

The warning from the ancient dragon people and the final incident made the hunters completely lose interest in continuing their vacation in the Coral Plateau.

After the rain subsided, they rode the pterosaur back to the fishing boat docked on the coast overnight and started their return journey.

After several days of sailing, they arrived at the port at the Star Point.

The first thing to do after landing is naturally to go to the headquarters and report the situation to the commander-in-chief.

A huge map was spread out on the command desk of the headquarters.

This map depicts all the explored areas of the New World, including the newly discovered permafrost in the Northwest Overseas.

Next to the command desk, the commander-in-chief was discussing something with the director of the Ecological Research Institute.

"Have Alva and the others returned?" Gordon asked the first thing he asked when he entered the headquarters.

"Yeah." The commander-in-chief folded his arms and nodded.

“On the day they returned, we dispatched a special messenger and liaison ship to deliver the information provided by the ancient dragon people to the guild headquarters in the Old Continent.

Thank you for your hard work on this trip."

Gordon exhaled lightly and reported to the commander-in-chief about his contact with Ming Bo Long in the following days, as well as the mysterious and powerful aura at the end.

"We can put the matter of Mingbo Dragon aside for now. From what you have described, it should be harmless as long as we don't actively provoke it.

As for that breath you mentioned."

The commander-in-chief's expression turned serious, "Are you sure it's northeast, not due north?"

"Sure." Gordon nodded.

Hearing this, the old-looking director of the Ecological Research Institute showed a flexible posture that was inconsistent with his age.

He jumped onto the command platform and quickly came to the highest peak of the Coral Plateau where Gordon and his team had come into contact with the Mingbo Dragon, and compared the direction.

"Sure enough. It's not the place of dragon crystals. The northeast direction points to the open sea?" The old man's tone was a little confused, "This is completely contrary to the results of our previous investigation.

By the way, did you hear any noise similar to 'singing' at that time? "

Gordon and Az looked at each other and shook their heads.

After a brief silence, the director of the Ecological Research Institute pushed up his thick glasses and said, "So, it seems that it is not the source of the 'singing voice', which is the 'great existence' mentioned by the ancient dragons.

It’s just another trouble.”

Upon hearing this, the commander-in-chief sighed deeply.

"This world is in turmoil again."

(End of this chapter)