Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Chapter 1468 Is sixty old?
Ernest swung the sledgehammer and smashed the skull of the herbivorous dragon in front of him.

Under his careful control, there was no scene of blood and flesh flying or brain matter splattering, and the herbivorous dragon's head still maintained its intact shape.

Putting down the sledgehammer, the old hunter stretched his waist.

He complained to himself, "Shouldn't we try a lighter weapon? It's tiring to run around with a sledgehammer on my back just to get some raw meat."

Alas, I am getting old. I would never have thought of this before."

After muttering a few words, the old hunter put away his weapons and began to strip.

The target he chose was an old herbivorous dragon, which walked very slowly and was easily caught up by him.

Such herbivorous dragons are large in size, but their meat is rough and definitely not as delicious as those of the cubs.

But no serious hunter would hunt cubs just for the taste or something like that.

What's more, a large old dragon has much more meat. As long as it is cooked for a longer time or made into bacon or sausage, it will also be delicious.

He peeled the skin and took out the meat skillfully, cutting the raw meat into large chunks as quickly as possible and stacking them onto a cart like bricks.

He moved very quickly. In just a quarter of an hour, the raw meat on the cart was piled up like a small mountain.

The remaining parts, such as leftover meat, offal and the like, are left where they are. It won’t be long before the “scavengers” come and take care of them.

"Let's go, let's go."

Ernest jumped onto the cart and shouted to Popo (Mammoth) who was pulling the cart.

Bobo walked slowly, and gradually accelerated as he pulled the reins.

If he stayed here too long, the strong smell of blood would attract predators. Although he was not afraid of them, it would still be a trouble.

Unfortunately, his luck doesn't seem to be very good today.

Not long after walking, Ernest heard a series of chirping sounds that sounded like birds, but more hoarse.

Attracted by the smell of blood, several blue speed dragons came in a group.

These greedy guys didn't go towards the corpse, but went straight to the cart carrying the raw meat.

After all, the corpse is there and won’t run away. They still prefer to attack “prey” that can move.

The old hunter sighed, stopped the panicked and growling Bobo, and jumped out of the car with a sledgehammer on his back.

"There's obviously more meat left on the corpse side."

Ernest was just preparing for a quick victory when a strange howling sound came closer along with hurried footsteps.

Even the Blue Speed ​​Dragons' attention was attracted. They stopped and turned to look in the direction where the sound came from.

“Ooooooooooooo——!”

A sturdy giant wearing an ordinary short-sleeved shirt, a blue velociraptor helmet on his head and holding a hunter's knife in his hand, ran down the hillside and charged towards the blue velociraptors.

Ernest, who had never seen such a scene in his life, couldn't help but swear.

"What the hell?"

A blue speed dragon screamed, leaped up with the power of its thighs, and its dagger-like claws seemed to want to rip open the next comer's belly.

The attacker did not dodge or evade. At the moment when the attack was about to hit him, he suddenly raised his arm shield, knocked the blue speed dragon to the ground, and then broke its slender cervical vertebrae with one foot, and continued to move forward.

The "flash" appearance of their companion made the other two blue velociraptors hesitate, but the newcomer obviously did not intend to give them time to think.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of the second blue speed dragon, dodged the blue speed dragon's attack and bite, turned around and slashed the blue speed dragon's neck with a sword.

No, it might be more accurate to say it was chopped or smashed.

The sharpness of the hunter's knife was not enough to behead the Blue Speed ​​Dragon with one blow.

But as long as the power is strong enough, everything is possible.
The neck of the blue velociraptor was broken along with the hunter's knife, which was only repaired superficially.

The headless corpse fell to the ground twitching.

The only remaining blue speed dragon turned around and tried to run, but it was a step too late.

The man strode after it, clamped its tail with both hands, and dragged it to the ground with a roar, then pounced on it and pinned it down, smashing its head with his arm shield.

The giant man, who was covered in blood, laughed wildly after getting rid of three blue speed dragons in a brutal way in a blink of an eye.

Ernest had obviously recognized who the visitor was.

He picked up a small stone and threw it on the helmet of the person who came, making a clang sound.

Ernest yelled with a dark face: "Who taught you to enter the hunting ground in such a horrible state?!"

After some effort, Gordon took off his helmet, walked up to Ernest with a smile, hugged him and patted his back hard.

"I am back!"

Ernest, who was originally furious, softened his expression.

Pushing Gordon, who was more than a head taller than him, away, he scolded, "You're already in your early thirties, why are you still so reckless?"

Gordon winked and smiled, "It's because I can't do anything stupid outside, so I took the opportunity to indulge myself when I came back here."

He suddenly understood Feng Ying a little.

When I followed them, I always felt that guy was stupid.

It is difficult to associate her with the "legendary hunter 'White Wind' who is famous throughout the continent."

But I heard from Aiden and the others that when Feng Ying led the team herself, it was not like that.
With a "Hey" laugh, Gordon hung his helmet around his waist and picked up the broken blade again.

"Instructor, do you still want to peel these blue speed dragon materials?"

Ernest glanced at him and said, "Don't waste it. It can at least be exchanged for some money. You are responsible for vigilance."

Gordon shrugged and looked around alertly. After the instructor collected the materials, the two of them sat on the cart together.

With a shout, Bobo, who was pulling the cart, started moving.

The wheels squeaked as they turned, and after a few seconds of silence, Gordon suddenly said, "You used to pull the cart yourself.

He always says that it is troublesome to control Bobo and Herbivore Dragon, so it is better to do it by yourself. "

Ernest held the reins loosely, his expression calm, "Yes, I am old too, and I am not as strong as before."

If someone else were here and heard this sentence, they might feel the helplessness of a hero in his twilight years.

But Gordon felt that the old guy was playing weak again.

Is sixty years old old? Master Puxian of Yanhuo Village and the head of the group are both in their seventies and almost eighties.
He turned his head and looked at the old instructor carefully. "No strength left? Why do I feel like you can still crack Gu Long's head open?"

"It's not that exaggerated." Ernest waved his hand.

"Tell me the truth, what star are you?"

"Well"

Ernest hesitated for two seconds and said, "Well, you are already a nine-star, there is nothing to hide about this.

Before I came to Kokote Village, I had just been promoted to eight stars.

In the early years, I would accept assignments from the Great Elder to carry out some difficult missions, but in the past ten years, this has become rare."

"Tsk, I knew it. That is to say, if you continue to develop, you would have reached the ninth star by now, right?"

Ernest looked at Gordon and said, "That may not be the case. There are more than a dozen eight-star hunters in the guild. Do you know how many nine-star hunters there are?"

"several?"

"Only you."

Gordon hadn't expected this answer. "Is it true?"

“There’s no need to lie to you, it’s extremely rare for multiple Nine-Star Hunters to appear in one era.

The nine-star before you was from the same period as me. You are also very familiar with him, Master Campbell. It's a pity that he was seriously injured and retired not long after he became a nine-star.

The one who retired earlier than him was a lady from the Dragon Clan, who also retired a few years after Master Campbell retired.

When the two nine-stars were in service at the same time, everyone said with emotion that this was a golden age. Unfortunately.
As for the earlier generation, it was Master Puxian from Yanhuo Village."

Ernest sighed, "To become a nine-star hunter, talent, hard work, and luck are all essential.

If you have never been stuck by that threshold, you don't know how it feels.

It feels like the steps are there, but I can’t get up to them.”

Gordon didn't respond.

If you say “I really didn’t feel that” at a time like this, you’ll probably get beaten.

"So, why would someone like you come to a small village like Kokote where there is nothing and stay there for a long time?" Gordon asked the question he really wanted to ask.

Ernest gave him a long look.

"You should have guessed the answer to this question a long time ago, right?"

(End of this chapter)