Gordon tried hard to recall his previous movements and feel, while drinking a bottle of recovery medicine.
There is no doubt that this is a move with great potential and a bright future, but there are also many areas that need improvement.
How to neutralize the impact of monsters to the greatest extent, how to make the damage you receive less severe, the best time to receive attacks and counterattacks, etc.
All need to be tested and adjusted step by step.
Although it is said that progress in actual combat is the fastest and most efficient way.
But the big guy in front of him is obviously not a good sparring partner.
The situation before could only be said to be good luck. If you really use a monster of the level of Styracosaurus to hone your new sword skills, you might end up trapping yourself in the blink of an eye.
Let’s find a big wild boar king later.
Putting the matter about the new move behind him, Gordon shouldered the sword and started to accumulate power again, preparing to seize the time to make more blows.
But at this moment, something unexpected happened again.
Stuck by two dragon-killing guns that penetrated its body, the giant Styracosaurus, which was unable to turn over, suddenly curled up, lowered its head, and bit the first-generation dragon-killing gun that penetrated from its side to its back with difficulty, then shook its head and began to move out. pull.
With its vicious look, it was impossible to tell that it was pulling something out of the body.
The risk of continuing to attack in this situation was too high, so the upper-level hunters had to retreat temporarily to create some distance.
At this time, there was the sound of artillery and the whistling of heavy crossbow bolts in the wind.
Many of the shooters who had been forced to retreat returned to combat positions.
When the superior hunters surrounded the Styracosaurus and attacked, they did not dare to fire in order to avoid accidental damage.
Now that the upper-level hunters have distanced themselves, the turrets and heavy bed crossbows that have been idle for a long time can finally show their power again.
The enthusiasm of the fort shooters cheered Gordon up.
He was worried that he could not interfere with and stop the "self-rescue behavior" of Styracosaurus.
"Restraint bullets!" He shouted loudly, and the loud voice could be heard clearly by everyone in the battle street, "Fire the restraint bullets! Restrain it!"
The shooters responsible for operating the heavy bed crossbow paused for a moment, and then immediately began loading restraint rounds.
The overall commander of this defensive operation is Master Campbell, and Gordon, Julius, and Hilda, the three captains of the upper-level hunter team, have command authority second only to the former.
In addition, Gordon's order at this time was also reasonable, so they were naturally willing to execute it.
After a short preparation, the first restraint bullet was fired.
The shooter who fired it aimed at the back of the Styracosaurus' neck.
Since you want to lower your head and bite out the dragon-killing gun, you can't continue to lower your head!
With a sharp "whoosh" sound, the thick and sharp restraint bullet was successfully nailed into the back of the Styracosaurus's neck.
In its angry state, the high temperature emitted from Styracosaurus' body melts the keel oil on its body, which can greatly increase its speed of action. However, without the protection of this black oil armor, the injection of restraint bullets will also become more difficult. Much easier.
With the rapid rotation of the winch, the steel cable tightened, and the movement of Styracosaurus' lowered head was stagnant.
In just a few seconds, more restraint rounds hit their targets.
Although they lacked the command of the trumpet sound, the shooters could not fire a volley in an instant.
Although many of the heavy bed crossbows were destroyed due to the previous attack of Styracosaurus, there are only seven or eight that can still fire restraint bullets.
But the restraining effect of these seven or eight sets of restraint bombs is much better than that of the previous salvo.
Styracosaurus rolled over and fell to the ground, and was stuck by the dragon-shooting gun in its body. The difficulty in moving was the key. The melting and loss of the black oil armor on its body, which could not block the incoming restraint projectile, was the key among the keys.
The struggling movement of Styracosaurus became very difficult. With several steel cables stretched on its body, it was extremely difficult to lower its head and bite the dragon-killing gun that had only had time to pull out half of it.
This also proves a point.
——Compared to when it first arrived in East Doruma, the state of this ancient dragon has obviously declined a lot.
It is mainly reflected in the reduction of breathing frequency, slow movements, and easy fatigue.
Right now, its power to break free from the restraining bullets is significantly weaker than before.
This gave the hunters some peace of mind.
Although this monster seems to have no sense of pain and its vitality is surprisingly tenacious, in the final analysis, it is still a "living creature".
The big explosion caused by the investigation team a few days ago, the direct fire of the dragon-killing cannon, the detonation of decoy gunpowder, the penetration of the dragon-shooting gun, the continuous bombardment of artillery and crossbows, coupled with the unremitting attacks of the superior hunters.
Your life is like a candle in the wind!
"Attack!" Ancil roared excitedly, "Artillery! Crossbows! And shooters! Shoot with all your strength and empty all ammunition!"
Facing the aftermath and fragments of the artillery bombardment, the swordsmen were too weak to move forward, but the shooters had no such concerns.
The barrel of the ballista was already red-hot, and there was even a risk of exploding the barrel if it continued.
But they couldn't control that much anymore. When the water in the water bag was empty, they poured a bottle of recovery medicine on it to cool down, and then continued to fire.
"Gah ah ah ah -!"
After struggling for a long time, the Styracosaurus finally broke through several restraining elastic cables and let out a sharp roar.
Its chest was so red and hot that it felt like it was about to explode in the next second, and its anger burned away its little thinking and reason.
He lowered his head again and bit the barrel of the dragon-killing gun, and pulled it out without hesitation.
The first-generation dragon-shooting spear, which had been fused with its body under the stickiness of keel oil, was just pulled out of its abdomen. There was even a large squirming ball hanging on the barb of the spear head. intestines.
Seeing this scene, Gordon and others could not help but feel a little chilled in their hearts.
But Gale shouted excitedly, "Come on! Don't you still have a dragon gun? I'll fucking pull it out with the heart attached!"
Anhil glanced at this guy subtly, and sincerely felt that this lady should go to a doctor to check her mental state.
"Be on guard." Julius put away the whetstone and stared at the giant green and black dragon that stood up in front of him. "This is its last counterattack."
Styracosaurus slowly raised its head, inhaled, and the red-hot light on its chest became more dazzling.
Gordon suddenly reacted and shouted: "Retreat! Everyone! Retreat!!!"
The blazing dragon's breath swept through the surroundings, and the upper-level hunters retreated frantically, evading in a panic.
His scarlet eyes, filled with nothing but the desire to destroy, looked around.
The Styracosaurus was a little shaken even when standing. It exerted force on its wing claws and feet, jumped up, and landed, not on the nearest city wall.
The body weighing thousands of tons was connected to the city wall, and with the fort and crossbow on it, it destroyed a large area.
Immediately afterwards, it opened its huge mouth, and the keel oil burning with rolling flames spurted out. In the roar of successive explosions, the city wall was completely reduced to ruins.
The collapse of a city wall is not enough to extinguish the anger it ignites with life.
It didn't matter that the wing claws were broken. The staggering Styracosaurus jumped up again and ran rampant. The keel oil and flames were swayed unscrupulously, blowing up and igniting one city wall after another.
Breathing with dragon's breath, grabbing with sharp claws, biting with teeth, and clashing with each other with his broken body.
No matter whether it was the shooters manipulating the crossbows on the turret or the highly skilled hunters, they could not stop its madness and had no choice but to flee in confusion.
In a short period of time, the East Doruma Battle Street, which had blocked countless attacks by the ancient dragon species, was shrouded in angry flames.
The chest and abdominal cavity was almost empty of blood and internal organs. Styracosaurus was breathing heavily and looking at everything burning around it.
The destruction will not cease until its life is completely burned out.
With the only remaining wing claw, he put it on the severely cracked but not completely collapsed ladder city wall to support his broken body and staggered up.
Opposite this tallest and strongest stepped city wall is the urban area of Dongdoruma.
The expressions of the hunters changed drastically.
Once the Styracosaurus enters the streets, even a simple walk will cause extreme damage.
Economic losses are yet to come.
As the continent's premier city and the pride of human civilization, they couldn't imagine how much panic the news of East Doruma's fall would trigger across the continent.
Regardless of the burns all over their bodies, the hunters who could still stand up gritted their teeth and picked up their weapons.
Everyone knows that in the absence of fortress fortifications, chasing and blocking a super giant ancient dragon with flesh and blood will eventually cause serious casualties.
But I can’t care about that much now.
"Catch up!" Gordon shouted.
The superior hunters rushed towards the passage first and launched a pursuit.
At this time, Styracosaurus has climbed to the top of the stepped city wall. If it goes a little further, it can cross the city wall and enter the city streets without any hindrance, causing wanton destruction.
At this moment, a huge sword light that seemed to be able to split the sky shone from the top of the stepped city wall.
The only remaining right wing claw was broken off with a single swing, and the Styracosaurus, which had lost its most critical support, fell backwards and rolled back into the messy square of Battle Street.
The hunters stopped with astonishment on their faces and looked up at the top of the city wall.
The huge figure that all hunters are familiar with but has never appeared outside of the Great Old Hall stands tall with a sword.
"Great Elder?!" Exclaims came one after another.
One of the founders of the guild, president of the Hunter Guild, the strongest hunter, and the dragon man who is seen once in ten thousand years.
The old man with many names and titles did not continue to swing his sword. Instead, he inserted the world-famous Zhan Lao Dao aside and sat down cross-legged.
The panic and uneasiness in the hearts of the hunters dissipated.
Baring his teeth and smiling, Gordon shouldered his sword, and his companions next to him also set up their weapons.
"fix it!"
(It’s not a fragment of the chapter! Even if the battle of Styracosaurus is over, it would be too redundant to describe in detail how it was hacked to death in the end)
In 4g and setting focus, Styracosaurus used dragon fire to destroy Battle Street, and then entered East Doruma, causing serious damage and paralyzing the street.
I won’t forcefully carry it here. Anyway, it’s solved directly in the battle street in the game, right?
(End of chapter)
