hunt and eat

Although all the hunters were stunned and did not step forward to support in time, Nia did not lose her mind.

In her heart, Guta, who is like a hero, can do all of this as a matter of course.

The bursting thick arrow shot out from the blood-red heavy crossbow, hitting the only intact jaw of the frost-winged dragon.

The bursting sparks exploded, but failed to break through the dragon scale's defense after all.

However, the harm is not great, but the insult is extremely strong.

A desolate dragon cry sounded, and the crazy flying dragon gave up and continued to attack the ancient pagoda. The bloodshot bird-beast-like pupils fixed on the girl who continued to wind the strings, and a dragon car that didn't care about it hit straight.

"Think we are dead!"

Layton passed Nia, raising the huge hammer in his hand high.

With the hill-like muscle tissue all over his body bulging high, the surface of the heavy hammer held by both hands, circle after circle of red lines instantly spread to the entire hammer head.

"Earth blow!"

With a sudden step forward, the heavy hammer directly directed towards the oncoming dragon chariot.

boom!

A large number of scales splattered, and at the same time as Layton was knocked into the air, the heavy hammer swung by both hands hit the neck of the Frostwing Wind Piaolong without even falling to the ground.

Although it was only a momentary contact, a large depression appeared on the neck of the Frostwing Fengpiaolong visible to the naked eye, and a severed bone even pierced through the outer skin to expose it.

The screaming dragon roar sounded again, but it failed to repel the many hunters around him like the first time.

Not only because of the decline in physical strength, the more critical problem is that its vocal cords have been damaged.

Even if he tried his best to use his chest to speak, to other people, it was just a slightly harsh scream.

At the same time, several tumbling flash bombs were also projected to the side of the Frostwing Wind Piaolong.

The endless white light exploded in an instant, and the sharp eyes of the Frostwing Wind Piaolong couldn't bear this level of stimulation at all. While being blinded, its body also wobbled and fell to one side.

The dozen or so hunters who took the opportunity to approach naturally would not miss this opportunity. For a while, the slashes were mixed with the blows of heavy weapons, and they kept calling at the weak point of the frost-winged wind dragon.

The Frostwing Wind Drake, which has declined to such an extent, is no longer able to use the ice bag it is famous for.

The wing membrane ruptured, the dragon scales flew, and the plasma surged...

In just a moment, Frostwing Fengpiaolong fell to the ground dying.

Apart from Nia and Guta, most of the people present were experienced old hunters.Although their strength may not be so exaggerated, but based on their eyesight, it is doomed that none of their moves will deviate from the fatal point.

The short answer is that every attack is a crit.

With the accumulation of countless injuries, even the Frostwing Wind Floating Dragon, which also occupies the upper ecological niche among the flying dragon species, can't bear it at all.

"Give it a good time, Guta, come here."

Following the ancient tradition, Layton and other hunters made a salute gesture to the frost-winged wind dragon, which had basically lost its resistance, and then signaled to the biggest hero of this crusade to draw the final end to this battle.

Taking the giant sword thrown by an uncle hunter casually, Guta didn't feel too many strange emotions like Layton and the others, but walked step by step in front of the frost-winged wind dragon.

He looked at the dragon species who wanted to struggle but was unable to recover, and said seriously: "It's a good battle, you will definitely be delicious."

No one can really understand the meaning of this sentence except himself.

Because of the existence of the system, for him, the more delicious the monster is, the stronger it is destined to be.

Although this hunt was easier than any previous one, the danger involved was self-evident.

Whether it's the frost breath that kills on touch, or the dragon's mouth bite that waits for a rabbit, he almost died here.

Guta had to admit that this frost-winged dragon was definitely the strongest monster he had encountered so far.

none of them.

The giant sword fell, and with the churning of invisible air waves, the snow on the ground rose high.

On the frosty ground, the Frostwing Wind Piaolong finally stopped moving.

It's dead.

Chapter 15 After the crusade, of course, it is the material collection link that you like to hear and hear

After the hunt is complete, the hunters present start gathering material.

After all, it is a high-ranking flying dragon species, and it is the rarest special individual among them, the frost-winged wind-winged dragon. The value of its material and research value are very high.

"Sure enough, there is no dragon jade..." The thick scalpel in Layton's hand fluttered, directly cutting open the relatively soft belly.

The monsters in this world, no matter how powerful their defenses were in life, once they died, their own strength would drop significantly.

Of course, those materials that contain rich magic essence and special power are not included in this list.

"Normal. Although the strength is not weak, it is indeed not enough to produce dragon jade." The mother-in-law of the village chief walked out of the hut beside her, looking up and down at this rare high-ranking flying dragon.

"I haven't seen this special individual for many years."

"It is said that it flew out of the permafrost. It is really fascinating, that unknown land." Layton took out a frozen bag that was half the size of a palm, but his mind was no longer on the material.

"Forget it, how many years have passed since the peak period, when your grandson grows up, maybe it's still a little bit possible" the village chief's mother-in-law teased, but she couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

My family knew their own affairs. Even Layton, a guy with a monster-like physique, would be nearly 60 years old this year, and his state had declined so badly that he couldn't even maintain [-]% of his previous strength.

The earliest hunters like them will eventually leave the scene one after another.

"Is that kid? It's still far away~" In Layton's mind, the grandson who seemed to be printed in the same mill as himself appeared in Layton's mind, and he laughed insincerely.

"Are you going to test the ancient pagoda later?" the village chief's mother-in-law asked casually.

"Are you kidding me?" Layton curled his lips, and looked at the village head's mother-in-law strangely. "It's already been forced like that. Is there any need for testing?"

All the hunters stripped the material very quickly. In less than ten minutes, the scales, epidermis, wing membrane, and sharp claws of the Frostwing Wind Dragon were neatly packaged by category.

"With these materials, it may be difficult to make a whole set of armor, but it's not a big problem to make a heavy crossbow." Layton pinched his chin, intentionally or unconsciously looking at the girl who was circling around the ancient tower, with an unpredictable smile on his face.

"Hey, boy, although you have put in a lot of effort just now, it seems that there is nothing you can use from the collected materials."

"Ah? It doesn't matter, just call me when dinner is served."

Guta had an indifferent expression on his face, staring blankly at the divided dragon meat, his throat rolling for a while.

"..."

For a moment, Layton didn't know how to respond.

After a while, he remembered what he originally wanted to say.

"I happen to have some other materials here, how about making a heavy crossbow for the little girl next to me?"

Guta was stunned for a moment, and looked up and down at this stern-faced, strong man.

"Thank you, uncle."

In fact, it should be called the old man, but the other party looks only in his 40s, so he really can't say it.

Layton scratched his side face, nodded, and turned to check the quality of the collected materials.

He deliberately wanted to sell it well, and he might be able to ask him for help when Guta grows up in the future.

"Will Captain Layton build equipment?" Nia looked at the village chief's mother-in-law in surprise.

Nodding her head, the mother-in-law of the village head said with nostalgia: "Leighton is ten years younger than us, and he joined the team because of his good craftsmanship at the beginning. It was not until the captain joined the Gulong investigation team that he slowly joined the team." took over the position of the main striker."

"Then what was your position, mother-in-law?" Niya tugged at the sleeve of the village chief's mother-in-law with bright eyes.

She never knew before that the village chief's mother-in-law used to be a hunter.

"I see, the village chief's mother-in-law must be the chief cook in the team." Guta expressed his opinion with a positive expression.

This is his full recognition of the cooking skills of the village chief's mother-in-law.

Shaking her head, the village chief's mother-in-law walked slowly to a wooden railing, and sat down with her waist bent.

Then he beckoned again, motioning for the two to sit beside her.

"As you get older, standing for a long time will make you feel a little strenuous."

The village head's mother-in-law held the crutch in her hand and continued the topic just now.

"Mother-in-law, I used to be the firepower player in the team, almost like Xiao Nia, but in our era, there was no such thing as a heavy crossbow, and all we used were bows."

"Ah?" Nia was a little surprised, and looked at the heavy crossbow in her hand, "But the range of the bow is too short, the power is not enough, and the load on the arm is too heavy..."

"Of course I'm not saying you can't do it, mother-in-law."

While talking, realizing something was wrong, Nia hurriedly added something.

The village chief's mother-in-law waved her hand and didn't mind such a trivial matter.

"What you said is correct, but there is nothing we can do about it...Although we have heard of such things as crossbow arrows and even ballistas, we couldn't do a good job of daily maintenance due to the conditions in the team at that time. Work."

"It's not like it is now, it's completely popular."

Nia was listening, and suddenly asked curiously: "Grandma, does anyone still use bows now?"

Because of insufficient strength, Nia gave up using ordinary longbows long ago and switched to controlling heavy crossbows, but maybe the hunters on the mainland would have a different opinion from her?

"On the mainland, there are fewer people using bows now, but it doesn't mean that there are no people at all, and..." The village chief's mother-in-law paused, and added: "Bows are something that can only be obtained by those who really specialize in it. In the hands, the lethality can become very scary."

"Crossbows and catapults have to be loaded after all, and the power and shooting frequency will also be limited by the quality of the projectile itself and the capacity of the clip, but bows and arrows will not... As long as the tension of the bowstring is strong enough, and the power can keep up, the lethality is fundamental. There is no limit."

Guta tilted his head and thought for a while, it seems to be the reason.

He glanced at the "explanation scene" not far away, and it seemed that it had come to an end there.

Except for some scattered useless internal organs and large bloodstains, no one could tell that the corpse of a Frostwing Wind Drifter was once placed there.

It has to be said that the hunters have really achieved the ultimate in making the best use of everything.

There is no waste at all!

……

Later, on the central square of the village

Villagers and hunters sat around a huge copper pot, talking and laughing.

A copper pot with a diameter of more than one meter was placed on a huge fire pit. Under the instructions of the village chief's mother-in-law, several young and middle-aged men sprinkled seasoning into the pot at regular intervals.

Guta's culinary skills are so-so, and the doorway cannot be seen, but Layton at the side understands it, and his eyes gradually light up.

"Enya, it's been a long time since you used this compound seasoning technique."

"I can't help it, it consumes too much spice, and I usually can't bear it." The village head's mother-in-law replied casually, took a big spoon from the helper, and took a sip.

"The taste is still good. It is indeed a dragon species. The meat quality and flavor are very strong."

"Then, let's eat!"

As soon as the words fell, Guta directly bumped away Layton, who was in the way, and rushed towards the cauldron with a rice bowl the size of a washbasin.

chapter 16

"Damn!" Layton got up from the ground, looking at the ancient pagoda not far away that was already filled with soup, his head was covered with black lines.

"I don't know about a bastard who respects the old and loves the young, but his strength is so fucking strong. I'm afraid that kid in my family can't even hold him with a punch."

He couldn't help but compare his grandson with Guta in his heart.

Both of them are about the same age, but their strengths are already vastly different.

Although they haven't formally joined forces yet, after this day's observation and the opponent's performance during the crusade against the Frostwing Wind Drifter, Layton has already been able to make a basic judgment.

It is extremely close to even reaching the level of a senior hunter.

The basis for judging is simple.

First of all, the strength of the ancient tower has definitely surpassed that of ordinary experienced hunters. After all, ordinary people can't do things like cutting off the upper jaw of a dragon species with one blow.

Of course, he may still have some shortcomings in speed, but his nimble skills and amazingly fast reactions can already fully make up for the shortcomings in this respect.

In the end, what Layton valued the most was Guta's fearless courage and unimaginable and even nonsensical attack methods.

Whether it's throwing a grenade into the monster's mouth while avoiding an attack, or attacking a non-critical position like the wind dragon's upper jaw that ordinary people don't pay attention to, these are not things that ordinary people can do.

However, it is this kind of heterogeneity, without exception, whose combat effectiveness is extremely strong.

Layton has seen too much and knows it better than anyone else.Among other things, more than half of the ancient dragon investigation team known as the top hunters are such "monsters".