Monster Hunter: Wild Pointer

The drivers were concentrating on controlling the rudders, carefully controlling the distance between their boats and the Fengshan Dragon.

They have to ensure that the rope is straight to facilitate the hunters' climbing while giving the peak dragon some reverse pulling force to slow down its speed and further consume its physical strength, while also avoiding angering the peak dragon by pulling too much.

If this guy were to do a death roll or something like that, the fleet would probably suffer heavy losses.

When the distance between the small sand boat and the Fengshan Dragon was only a dozen meters, Asa stopped approaching and tried his best to stabilize the boat.

"Go ahead! If there's any danger, jump into the sand sea immediately. It's okay to cut the safety rope. Just don't die. I'll come pick you up!"

Asa was still being a jinx as usual, but Orlan and the others didn't have time to argue with him.

After tightening the weapon straps, Sayer, as a senior, was the first to climb up the rope, using his hands and feet to climb up.

Aolan followed closely behind. After repeated practice during this period of time, his climbing speed was much higher than before, and his movements were also smooth enough, but he was still no match for Seer.

He had only climbed halfway when Seel's hand had already grasped the end of the restraining bolt shaft.

He stepped on a nearby crack in the rock armor, jumped up, and reached out to grab another crossbow arrow that could serve as a fulcrum not far away.

Then, like a nimble monkey, he leaped among the ridges, cracks, and fulcrums formed by crossbow arrows on the Fengshan Dragon Rock Armor, climbing up quickly.

Olang carefully memorized Sayre's climbing route.

For something like rock climbing, in addition to the necessary physical strength, the most important thing is experience. He can find the route by himself and climb up slowly.

But the route chosen by Senior Sayer was obviously better, and there was no shame in following behind.

There were more than twenty hunters climbing on the twelve sand ships plus the flagship Fengshan Maru.

Except for two unlucky guys who accidentally fell down because the crossbow bolts they used to push against them became loose, most of the hunters successfully climbed onto the back of the Peak Dragon.

Without much communication, everyone dispersed and each looked for the wound location to attack.

Orlan also saw several guys who were unarmed, each carrying a huge bomb almost as tall as a person on his back.

It was an "anti-dragon bomb" specially prepared for super-giant ancient dragons like the Peak Dragon. The explosives loaded in it were different from the commonly used bomb barrels. It was more powerful and seemed to be able to cause some special energy damage.

These giant bombs were carefully placed aside by the hunters.

They would use weapons to enlarge the cracks in the carapace of the Peak Dragon's back and the wounds left by artillery bombardment, and then stuff explosive bombs into these areas to cause maximum damage.

A bald, muscular man who looked a bit fierce seemed to want to stuff the giant bomb in his arms into the air vent of the Fengshan Dragon, but his companions beside him quickly stopped him.

This fortress can only be blocked before retreating, otherwise who knows how the Fengshan Dragon will react when it realizes that its "nostrils" are blocked?

Orlan found a bulge covered with mineral crystals, waved his one-handed sword, and started smashing it.

These metal crystals are special minerals that are very popular among businessmen. You can make a lot of money by just breaking off a few pieces and taking them back.

But this kind of behavior will be despised by your companions. Everyone is fighting hard, but you are the only one who is secretly making money?

So Orlan did not pick up the broken minerals, but let them fall into the sand sea. After the battle, the guild would send special personnel to recover them.

The reason why he didn't attack the wounds caused by artillery fire like other hunters was mainly because his weapon was not "qualified" enough.

The hunters who participated in the dragon climbing battle were mainly heavy weapon swordsmen, and they mostly used weapons such as broadswords, hammers, or shield axes, which were huge in size and had amazing destructive power.

As for the small number of light weapon users, they also choose weapons that focus on "attribute" effects.

After the annual confrontations, humans have gained a deep understanding of the Peak Dragon species, knowing that it is not used to dealing with extreme cold and frost. At the same time, as an ancient dragon species, the effect of dragon energy on it is also more obvious.

Therefore, for other dual-sword users and one-handed sword users, weapons with ice and dragon attributes are also very good choices.

Just like Senior Seer, he uses a "Shark-Breaking Knife" made of deformed ice shark material.

He had just been promoted to a two-star and only had a hunter dagger.

With this thing, even if you chop at Fengshanlong's wound, it is difficult to cause any effective damage. From this point of view, this battle is really the same with or without him.

Soon after he joined the fleet, the captain explained this to him very directly.

Olang, who couldn't accept that he could only be an insignificant pendant, went to consult Ms. Marydan about this matter. The latter gave him two suggestions.

One is to carry the explosives, which is a physical job and you don’t even need to bring weapons, so it doesn’t matter.

Olang was willing to be the "porter", but the captain rejected him mercilessly.

Not everyone is qualified to carry the bomb. An anti-dragon bomb weighs even more than a fully armed hunter.

The ones chosen to carry the dragon bombs had to be strong and experienced hunters, right? Otherwise, if their hands slipped halfway up and they fell down with the dragon bombs, it would be no joke.

Olang was barely "fit" enough, but he obviously did not meet the criteria of "rich climbing experience", so the captain did not agree to entrust him with this important task.

The only thing he could do was the last thing suggested by Ms. Marydan.

The minerals that cannot be digested in the body of the Fengshan dragon will precipitate from its back to form special minerals. The organ that precipitates the minerals is a gland similar to human sweat glands.

If we attack here, it might make the Peak Dragon feel irritated, which might have a miraculous effect. At the very least, we can smash down a few more pieces of special ores, which can be regarded as generating income for the Sand Fleet.

It still doesn't sound like a critical job, but he is already very happy to be able to help in a practical way.

As Orlan diligently chopped at the glands wrapped in mineral crystals, he felt a little regretful that he didn't bring an iron pickaxe with him.

Using that thing to smash the ore should be more efficient than chopping it with a hunting knife.

Fortunately, these clustered crystals were not as solid as the ores in the veins. With his hard work, they peeled off layer by layer, gradually revealing the glands hidden underneath.

Orlan shook his wrist, which was numb from the shock, then gripped the knife handle again, aimed at the middle of the gland that was not covered with hard skin, and stabbed it tentatively.

To be honest, he was quite worried that if he stabbed it with a knife, the Fengshan Dragon would react violently and throw all the hunters away with a shudder.

But it turned out that he thought too much.

The central part of the gland is not covered with hard skin or armor, and is indeed softer, but in the final analysis it is just a larger sebaceous gland.

Swimming at the bottom of the sand sea for many years had already made the Fengshan Dragon's body senses very dull. Those heavy weapons hunters slashed at its bleeding wounds without any problem, so naturally there would be no big problem on his side either.

He suddenly understood that what she said about "it will make the mountain dragon itch" and "it might have miraculous effects" were all lies from Ms. Marydan.

If it really worked, the captain would have arranged for other hunters to focus on these parts long ago.

No wonder the captain agreed so readily after hearing Ms. Marydan's suggestion. It turned out that they were there just for him to do the mining.

Those two old guys.

Thinking of this, Ao Lang couldn't help but curl his lips.

It was natural for him to feel disappointed, but he did not stop attacking. Instead, he swung his sword with even more force.

It is natural that others have no expectations of you if you lack the ability. Instead of complaining, you might as well do things better.

"There aren't many opportunities to use ancient dragons as targets." Aolan comforted himself.

"Ugh--"

Chapter 43: Raging Fury

The hunters' back-mounting attacks lasted for several minutes.

Standing on the back of a Peak Dragon is like climbing up a mountain. Apart from feeling the shaking from time to time, it is difficult to accurately judge the movement status of the Peak Dragon, so someone must be in command to determine the time of retreat.

Seeing that the Fengshan Dragon, which had calmed down due to fatigue, was becoming agitated again under the continuous attacks of the hunters, the captain decisively ordered the trumpeter to issue a retreat order.

It's not time to fight to the death yet. Fighting with Fengshanlong is more about willpower and endurance. As a commander, he must not be impatient.

"beep--"

Upon hearing the command, the hunters on the back of the Peak Dragon almost immediately put away their weapons. They shouted to each other, alerting their companions around them. After confirming that no one above ignored the signal, they ran towards the tail of the Peak Dragon one after another.

The height here is lower, making it easier for them to jump into the sand sea safely.

The hunters who were responsible for carrying the explosive bombs stayed for a while. They placed the explosive bombs in place and pushed them hard towards the wound of the Peak Dragon.

Then, under the command of a hammer user, several hunters pulled the fuse together.

No one needed to give any instructions for what happened next. Everyone started running for their lives. Two hunters who were confident in their leg joints even jumped directly off the back of the mountain dragon.

That's more than ten meters high. Even if there is soft yellow sand below, it's easy to break your legs if you don't do the right thing when landing to relieve the force.

Fortunately, except for people like Ao Lang who came in through the "back door", everyone else was an old hand and no unexpected situations occurred.

After confirming that the hunters had escaped, the dragon-striking boats and the surrounding sand boats also loosened the ropes of the restraint bombs and dispersed in all directions.

On the one hand, it was to safely retrieve the hunters who jumped into the sand sea, and on the other hand, it was to temporarily avoid the impending wrath of the Peak Mountain Dragon.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

After a brief delay of more than ten seconds, several huge fireballs rose from the back of the mountain dragon.

It was a terrifying power that even heavy artillery could not match. Large chunks of rock armor were blown away, revealing the charred flesh and blood tissue underneath.

This super-giant ancient dragon, which was over a hundred meters long and had no rivals in the deep and dangerous sand sea, was almost blown up by these incredibly powerful special bombs.

It stopped swimming, supported its body with its semi-finned forelimbs, pointed its huge fangs obliquely towards the sky, and let out roars that shook the sand sea.

“Roar, boom, boom, boom—!!”

"It's furious! What a great opportunity! Use this opportunity to trick it into changing course, away from Lockrak!" The captain turned the steering wheel. "Fire! Draw its attention towards the Mineyama Maru!"

"Boom! Boom!"

The artillery, which had been silent for a while, roared again.

The next second, flames exploded on the body of the Peak Mountain Dragon. One of the shells hit the huge wound opened by the anti-dragon bomb. Without the protection of thick carapace and hard skin, the shell penetrated deep into the flesh and then exploded.

The scattered shrapnel penetrated deep into the muscles, and the gushing blood was like a scarlet rain on the back of a mountain dragon.

"Roar--!"

Even though its sense of pain was not very keen, the Fengshan Dragon, which had not shown any obvious reaction after being hacked at by the hunters for a long time, finally felt the pain.

Ao Lang, who had just climbed back onto the small sand boat, shook the yellow sand from his hair and looked out at the mountain dragon howling in the distance.

The fleet's tactics are very varied, but the core of the tactics is passed down from generation to generation by the Sand Fleet.

Artillery bombarded the carapace to create a breach, and heavy crossbows fired in bursts to create a foothold.

After tiring the Peak Dragon through reasonable tactical arrangements, the ships fired restraint bombs to control it, and then the hunters boarded the dragon, further damaging the wounds and placing explosive bombs to detonate the dragon.

When the mountain dragon's rock armor defense is destroyed, the weapons on the dragon-striking ship can cause effective damage to it, and what follows is a test of endurance.

In fact, it wouldn't be surprising if Feng Shanlong turned around and left at any time at this point in the battle.

Some scholars have speculated that the giant tooth pillar that is the landmark of Rocklake is likely the relic of a giant mountain dragon from ancient times.

The Peak Dragon can sense the lingering aura of the giant tooth pillar, and out of awe or a sense of closeness, it only comes here during the monsoon season every year.

In other words, this is an act similar to "pilgrimage", but it will unconsciously cause an impact on the city of Rocklak, so from the perspective of mankind, it must be repelled.

More scholars hold another view, believing that this was simply the migration behavior of the Peak Dragon, but Rocklark happened to block its shortest path to migrate south, so it attacked the city.

Regardless of the truth, there is one thing that scholars agree on - the purpose of the Fengshan Dragon itself is not to attack cities.

Therefore, after receiving a strong enough counterattack, it will choose to retreat or take a detour.

It’s like a person walking on a mountain path and suddenly being attacked by a swarm of hornets. After being stung all over the head, the first reaction is definitely to run away, rather than finding the hornet’s nest and destroying it.

Of course, if the person has a bad temper, he may kill a few hornets to vent his anger before turning around and running away.

The Fengshan dragon in front of him was obviously one with a bad temper. It swayed its streamlined body and swam in the sand sea again, with a pair of huge fangs pointing directly in the direction of the dragon-striking ship Fengshan Maru.

It's going to knock this thing over and crush it!

"It's targeting us!" A younger crew member on the Mineyama Maru couldn't help but exclaim.

"Don't panic!" the captain shouted, "Speed ​​up with full sail! Consume its energy and prepare for the next dragon-boarding operation!"

"Yes!"

The crew responded in unison, the stabilizer bars on both sides of the ship were raised again, the sails were filled, and the dragon boat turned its bow and sped away along the pursuit route of the Fengshan Dragon.

"Roar!"

However, at this moment, the Fengshan Dragon suddenly accelerated and swung its body. The Fengshan Dragon, whose body length was several times that of the dragon boat and weight was probably dozens of times that of the latter, actually burst out with a straight-line speed faster than the dragon boat.

The distance between the two is shrinking rapidly.

Seeing this, Ao Lang and others who were wandering in the distance and waiting for orders couldn't help but get nervous. If the main dragon-striking boat was overturned, they would not be able to repel the Fengshan Dragon with just these small sand boats.

Fortunately, the captain of the fleet had a plan in place.

He returned the steering wheel to the helmsman and shouted, "Prepare for full left rudder, prepare to lower the left stabilizer bar, and everyone be prepared for a sharp turn! Wait for my order!"

Two hundred meters, one hundred meters, fifty meters

The distance between the Fengshan Dragon and the Jilong Boat was getting closer and closer. The captain who strode to the stern deck could even see the former's small eyes full of bloodshot.