One man and one dog, wandering in the world of Monster Hunter

Chapter 304 Champagne at Halftime

While the four master hunters were fighting a life-and-death battle with the mutated black dragon, the atmosphere in Danzhiya Port was unusually relaxed.

The sun shines on the port, and the sparkling sea reflects the upcoming carnival.

A group of idle hunters gathered in the dilapidated open-air restaurant at the dock and began to prepare a celebratory banquet with great interest.

These hunters were really skillful. The wreckage of the airship that had crashed not long ago had been cleared. They moved many large and small wooden barrels from the dock warehouse and used them as makeshift tables and chairs.

"Are they setting off fireworks over there?"

Someone pointed to the sky in the distance, and faintly one could see several bright beams of light breaking through the clouds and rushing towards the sky, cutting through the clouds in the sky like transparent plastic knives, leaving behind a short and dazzling trail.

Link was carrying a heavy box of Hunter beer off the deck. When he heard the man's words, he stopped and turned to look in the direction he pointed, just in time to see the fading afterglow.

"It's a bit like the breath of a rock dragon, but a little different."

Link narrowed his eyes as he recalled his previous experience of hunting the rock dragon.

Compared to the breath of a rock dragon, this beam of light has an incredibly long range and is incomparably more powerful. If it falls on a mountain peak, it might even split the mountain in half.

"Something's wrong."

Dong Li put down the wine barrel in his hands, looked into the distance, frowned, and a look of reminiscence appeared in his eyes.

"I watched the last hunt for the Black Dragon from a distance. The Black Dragon didn't seem to have such a terrifying trick."

Although the steaming mist obscured the situation in the Sea of Disaster, making it impossible to understand what was going on inside, the light column was such an obvious attack method that you would never forget it once you saw it.

After a brief recollection, Dong Li confirmed that he had never seen this move in the last battle to defeat the Black Dragon.

"Uh, can monsters also hide their weaknesses?"

Hearing this, Link put the beer in his hand on Matsutake's back and asked it to deliver the beer to the restaurant, while he chatted with Dongli.

"No, monsters don't hide their weaknesses. In the life-and-death moment of hunting, no monster will hide its tricks. After all, if they die, they will lose everything. So, they will try their best to defeat the powerful enemy in front of them, no matter if it is a human or another monster."

Dong Li shook his head and answered Link's question.

"Haha, monsters really don't hide their weaknesses, but... they can learn and evolve."

Dranx took over the conversation. He held a bottle of special edition tequila that he had searched out of Captain Dongli's room, and with a skillful movement of his fingernails, he cut open the bottle cap.

He naturally placed the bottle mouth to his lips, tilted his head back and took a big gulp. The wine flowed down his throat, and a satisfied blush immediately appeared on the old man's face.

"Wow, good wine."

He exhaled a breath of alcohol, and the strong aroma of alcohol instantly filled the air.

Dong Li stood aside, watching his treasured possessions of many years being drunk up by the cow. He twitched his eyes but did not make any move to stop it.

I'm very angry, but there's nothing I can do. I can't beat him.

Just now in the cabin, he tried to stop this gentleman from destroying his wine cellar collection, but was suppressed with one hand.

Fortunately, he had moved the real good wine to the cellar of his hometown a long time ago, and the wine in the captain's room was at best second-rate stuff.

Dranx ignored Dongli's slightly painful expression, took another big sip of wine, and then wiped his mouth.

"Monsters are actually no different from us hunters. They also have intelligence. Some of them even have more complicated minds than us."

There was a hint of vicissitudes in his tone, as if he was talking about an experience long ago.

"Many people think that prey is prey and hunter is hunter. But in fact, sometimes the boundary between the two is not so clear."

"Monsters will also grow in battle. The longer a monster lives, the more battles it will experience, and the richer its combat experience will be. Over time, they will also develop some new moves."

He paused, his eyes drifting into the distance, as if lost in memories.

"Look at those two monsters. They have survived countless Shuras and have evolved into powerful beings. Compared to their original species, their physique and attack strength far surpass their former counterparts and have reached another realm."

Link had hunted the Rock-piercing Demon Frog and the Red-capped Blue Bear Beast, as well as ordinary individuals of both. He knew the difference between them, which was like the difference between an adult and a newborn baby.

Well, the adult is an ordinary farmer and the child is Nezha.

Needless to say, ordinary blue bear beasts will be slapped twice by the kappa frog when they eat fish, and their lives are miserable.

But it’s different if it’s the Red Pomeranian. It’s considered fast even if it doesn’t use the Kappa Frog’s big plate (skull) to hold honey.

If Qingxiongshou is a second-rate guy in the countryside, a small-time gangster who is not up to par, then Hongdou is Xu Xqiang from Shanghai, who has made a name for himself.

It can be said that blue bear beasts are common, but red bear beasts are not common.

Among hundreds or thousands of blue bear beasts, there may be only one special individual that can grow into a red bear.

If this were a typical protagonist template in a fantasy novel, it would be able to last for millions of words.

Unfortunately, the hunters in this world are too awesome. There are quite a few top-level hunters who can hunt map king-level monsters, not to mention the master hunters above them. Each of them is a humanoid ancient dragon, and their strength is measured in tons.

Without them, humans would probably not have been able to survive the ancient dragons.

"Come to think of it, there are some monsters among these two that can rival ancient dragons. Old man, have you encountered any?"

Link casually took out a bottle of beer from the box on the deck, gently opened the bottle cap, tilted his head back and took a sip. The cool liquid slid down his throat, dispelling the salty smell brought by the sea breeze.

He wiped his mouth and looked at the old dragon man standing not far away with a hint of curiosity, wanting to hear the story of this retired old hunter.

The old dragon was silent for a moment, his deep gaze looking towards the distant horizon, penetrating time and returning to the ancient desert ravaged by wind and sand.

His voice was low and hoarse, carrying the vicissitudes of life.

"Yes... but it was a long time ago."

He spoke slowly, and every word contained endless memories.

"That was when I was young. I traveled alone through the Old Desert. The sandstorms there were like ferocious beasts that could devour everything. Even experienced hunters did not dare to take it lightly."

The old dragon paused, as if he was organizing his thoughts, and as if he was recalling that deadly existence.

"I saw that monster deep in the desert. I was lucky enough to witness the battle between it and the ancient dragon."

There was wine and stories. Dong Li took a few steps closer and also pricked up his ears to listen.

He was a captain sailing on the sea, and his family's sword skills were not suitable for use in the desert, so he seldom went to the desert and knew little about the monsters in the desert.

As the old man spoke, he also brought him the legendary stories of that area.

A battle between a horned dragon called Aomo and a storm-eater - a steel dragon.