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 his full firepower and maximize the output.
However, considering that he and Gordon did not have a good tacit understanding and that 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 into pieces those "brightly colored hairs" that Osula 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 no exception.
This unethical attack method is called "Sleeping Slash" by hunters. If there is a sword user or a gun user in the team, it will definitely be completed 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 the outcome with one hit.
While the monster is sleeping, sneaking up to its weak point to take note of it, is there anything more satisfying in this world?
There really is...
That is to transport a few large barrels of explosive bombs, place them next to the sleeping monster's head, and let the art bloom.
Because of this, most swordsmen and gunmen, including Gordon himself, don't like barrel bombs.
Why don't you just sleep with me?
My great sword is already thirsty!
Seeing 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.
——The rocky ground is not so easy 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 snoring is the best guide.
The two people and the cat gently walked around a huge pink stone 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 four to five times the size of an ordinary peach-furred beast, Gordon finally understood why Pork Chop always called it "the big fat guy."
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 wide-open mouth looked like a hippopotamus. Gordon couldn't help but wonder, had this guy just swallowed 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 quickly stopped moving and looked back, and found that it was Oshula who was hiding behind the boulder, waving to him, and kept saying "Come here, come here!"
Gordon, who was interrupted, 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." Osula also lowered her voice to a very low voice, "The Peach-haired Beast King will sometimes suddenly inhale and bulge its belly, and launch the enemies in front of it. Be careful... ..”
Gordon: "..."
Is this guy a little confused about the occasion and the key points?
Although the information about the monster's attack pattern is indeed important, couldn't you have thought of it earlier and told 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-Hair Beast King, who was still sleeping soundly, and pulled out the explosive knife.
Before starting to charge up, he raised his head again to confirm, and saw that Oshula had arrived at a suitable attack position, set up the light crossbow Strange Bird's Wrath, and even took the time to compare his feelings with him.
Only then did Gordon confidently and boldly lunge forward, put the explosive knife on his shoulder, and began to accumulate strength.
The power flowed and condensed in his body like a trickle flowing into the river and the sea. All the muscles in his body were like steel cables stretched to the limit on a winch, and it was as if he could hear the snapping 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 sword blade, Gordon exhaled, 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 and 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 blocks the throat and chest tightly. There is really no room to attack, so we have to settle for the next best thing.
The sleeping Peach-haired Beast King's muscles were relaxed, and his attacks were very effective.
With the help of huge power, 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 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.
Under the support, the huge wound on the shoulder and neck was further torn open, causing his arms to soften, and he couldn't stop rolling to the ground again. It was difficult to get up during the struggle.
"Aha! Good job!"
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 huge 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 metabolic ability, eating can 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.
As it happens, 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.
"What the fuck!" Urshula, 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 a corner that no one was paying attention to.
"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.
