"Roar-"
When he stood up, Laoshanlong, whose head was over fifty meters high, roared.
Its body began to tilt toward the right.
As an ancient creature with a lifespan of more than a thousand years, Laoshanlong's thinking has long been imitated by long periods of time and dormancy, and every move relies more on instinct.
But in its instinct, it seems to lack the experience of "how to deal with when standing up, losing balance and about to fall."
It was seen shaking its long neck in vain, trying to regain its center of gravity, and finally lost the chance to land in a safe posture.
Like a collapsing mountain, there is no way to stop it from falling to the ground.
“Rumble, rumble—!”
Different from the previous near-fall while leaning on the cliff, this time Lao Shanlong really lay down on the ground. Only his head and thick neck, which were longer than the edge of the battle street, hit the rock wall diagonally.
Lao Shanlong struggled hard, but his too heavy body made it impossible to turn over for a while, and the awkward movement of his neck, which was stuck there, made it even more difficult to exert force.
Whether it was the high-ranking swordsmen responsible for close combat or the shooters manipulating the artillery and crossbows at the nearby gun positions, they all cheered in unison.
The scene of Lao Shanlong falling to the ground greatly enhanced their confidence in repelling Lao Shanlong.
No, not just repelling it, maybe leaving it behind and killing it here is not impossible?
If it can really be killed, if nothing else, how much ancient dragon blood can be extracted from such a big old mountain dragon?
Just thinking of this makes the upper level hunters feel their hearts burning.
Gordon is no exception. The chief engineer of Longliyuan said that if you want to create an advanced version of the jet sword, the blood of the ancient dragon is indispensable.
But this kind of material is too scarce. There are many places where high-level equipment, weapons, and even alchemy beads can be used, but the sources are very limited.
Don't look at it. During the battle with Lao Shanlong, a lot of dragon blood spilled out from the wound.
The ancient dragon's blood pursues purity, and the container it is kept in is also very particular. Once it falls on the ground and is mixed with dust, it loses its meaning.
But in a fierce battle, who has the spare time to prepare a special container in advance to collect blood?
And after killing the ancient dragon, the opportunity to slowly draw blood is too rare. Most high-level hunters will never encounter such a good thing once in their lives.
Most of the time, the blood of the ancient dragon is extracted from the body parts that were damaged and dropped during the battle. For example, during the previous banquet in the desert, the long tooth of the Lingshan dragon was broken off by the dragon gun.
If it hadn't happened for that opportunity, the Epitaph Sword would probably still be lying in the storage box covered with rust and collecting dust, and now there is a demand for the Jet Sword.
Therefore, Gordon was the first to rush forward. Hayata, Heineye and Ted also had similar thoughts.
For some of them who have not yet been promoted, or who have just become high-level hunters, the ancient dragon material is absolutely attractive.
Under the violent explosion, the wounds on Laoshanlong's legs became more ferocious, and the white leg bones could be faintly seen among Mohu's flesh and blood.
Gordon directly activated the beast soul possession, and while trying to maintain his sanity, he carried the sword and began to accumulate strength.
A moment later, with his strength accumulated to the limit, he roared and slashed his sword.
"clang!"
Under the eyes of everyone in disbelief, the epitaph sword blessed by True Charged Slash was bounced high and almost came out of the palm.
And there was no damage at all on the leg bones, which had nothing special about them other than being extremely thick.
...
On the second city wall, which was the final line of defense of the old village, Fan stood quietly.
There were no gorgeous dresses, complicated hair accessories, or even the iconic slender pipe. Dressed in a guild elite suit, she stared at the corner of the canyon at the edge of the square.
It connects to Battle Street.
"Mr. President, this is the casualty report sent by a messenger from the First City Wall."
A guild staff member came in a hurry, handed a piece of paper to the female dragon man, and added in a low voice, "These are the statistical results as of more than an hour ago."
The president lady grabbed the paper, glanced at the numbers on it, and took a deep breath.
Crushing the letter paper into a ball, the Madam President, with a frightening expression on her face, began to give orders continuously, "Tell the people in the engineering team to ignite the boiler in advance and start to reserve steam. Open the valve of the overloaded part to release it. We will ignite the carbon dioxide."
It will take at most an hour for me to hear the news that the dragon gun is ready.
Heavy crossbows and artillery are all loaded and loaded, and restraint rounds are ready. Remember to check the ropes.
Beside all defense facilities, prepare at least three basic amounts of ammunition. You don't have to worry about the danger of accidental explosion of ammunition. It's better than having to move shells at critical moments.
Also, whether you are a shooter or a swordsman, you must carry your weapon with you. We do not encourage anyone to fight hard, but you must be prepared to fight hard. "
Several hunters on the city wall seemed hesitant. They looked at an elderly female hunter.
Not all of these hunters are from Minagard City.
Faced with the president of the Mi City branch who "fell from the sky" and the original commander next to him, they were not sure who they should listen to.
The female hunter glared at them, "What are you doing standing still? Why don't we make arrangements quickly!"
Well, it seems that command has been transferred smoothly.
The hunters looked at each other, agreed, and left quickly.
Fanshi looked at the civilian secretary who sent the letter again, "Go and arrange for the non-combatants to evacuate by airship as soon as possible. Lao Shanlong's position will not be too far away."
"Will... Mr. President, won't you leave?"
Fan Shi adjusted the locks of his equipment, "Of course, I will personally direct the final part of the defense operations of the old stronghold."
"But......"
Fan Shi's eyes were fixed on the secretary, and he stared back at the last half of her words.
The elderly female hunter chuckled and said: "Don't worry, you young people may not know that our President Fanshi is not a simple civil servant.
During the Zhai Crab blockade battle forty years ago, she was..."
The president lady looked at her coldly.
"Okay, okay, I'm talking too much." The huntress chuckled and waved her hand.
Seeing that the president's lady was resolute, the secretary couldn't say much, so she had no choice but to follow the former's order and organize the evacuation of the last part of the civil servants and craftsmen.
Seeing that there were only two of them left nearby, the elderly huntress came to Fanshi and said with emotion: "It's still this city wall. The battle to stop the crabs seems like yesterday, when we were all still young. .....
Well, Fan is a senior, and you are also very young now. I really envy your dragon tribe. "
Ms. Long Ren sighed, "Yin Sha, after so many years, you still talk so much."
"Ouch~."
The huntress smiled and rolled her eyes, "How long has it been since anyone called me that? I feel like I'm getting younger."
Nowadays, everyone calls me Ms. Yin Sabella and so on, and some brats dare to call me Grandma Yin Sabella. It’s really hard to deal with. "
Listening to Yin Sabella's light-toned complaints, Fan Shi's spirit suddenly dazzled.
...
More than forty years ago, in the same position and from the same perspective, the little girl who had just become an official hunter was full of energy and chattering around her.
"Wow! Hello, senior, your weapon is so cool~! What kind of monster material is it made of?"
"Ah, by the way! My name is Yin Sabella, everyone likes to call me Yin Sha!"
...
A strange giant shadow that should only appear in nightmares approaches the city wall.
"Restraint bullets! Use restraint bullets quickly!"
"Failed...failed! The restraint bullet could not penetrate its carapace!"
"Think of a way, it's coming!"
"Where's the artillery! Why did the artillery stop!?"
"Activate the dragon gun!"
...
The dragon-shooting gun was broken, and the monster took a few steps on its hind legs, but was unscathed.
"What's going on with that damn skull?! There's not even a scratch on it from the dragon spear!"
"Head, the skull is open, what is that?!"
"Uh ah ah strong acid! It's strong acid! Get out of the way!"
"The city...the walls are melting!"
...
The city wall is on the verge of disintegration.
"Can we just retreat?"
"Retreat! You can't stop it here, let alone the walls of Minagard!"
"Look! The skull is open again! The cavity inside is not protected by the carapace and is soft! That is its weakness!"
"Give me a bomb barrel!"
...
Fanshi woke up from his memories and stared forward.
"That time, we were able to successfully repel it because those people held explosive barrels, held up acid bombs, and jumped into the skull behind the crab to explode themselves."
The smile on Sabella Yin's face disappeared, and she lowered her eyelids, "Well, yes, I was too scared to move at that time. You also hugged a bomb barrel, but it was snatched away by other seniors."
"So, no matter what happens, I will protect Minagard that they protect."
