Chapter 1011: Ancient Dragon’s Shame?

The vibration of the ground could be heard far away, and Hayata and the others waiting in the cave outside could naturally feel it.

Hayata became more and more anxious. Although there was still some time left before the agreed hour, she planned to break in early.

Just as she was about to take a step, she found that the fierce wind was blocking her way.

"Get out of the way."

The huge Fang Hound did not move, but slightly lowered its body.

Hayata looked back at Anshil.

Anshil had a cold face, maintained a squatting posture, and pointed the crossbow at the cave entrance, "It's not time to break in yet."

"But the accident has already happened!"

"We don't have that protective stone, and we can't resist the miasma in the core area. If the situation is still under Gordon's control, we will disrupt the operation if we rush in."

"What if the situation is out of control and he is already in a difficult battle?" Hayata stepped forward and asked.

Anshil fell silent.

There is no right or wrong in the two people's choices. The current situation is unclear, and no one can tell whether the early entry is "saving lives" or "killing lives".

Gail was beside him, looking at this and that, without expressing any opinions.

"I'll go in alone."

Seeing Anshil not speaking, Hayata turned around irritably and walked towards the cave entrance alone.

Xianglan hurriedly followed her.

Liefeng wanted to stop him, but saw Hayata with a cold face and put his hand on the hilt of the sword, so he had to retreat aggrievedly.

It felt that the latter would really draw a knife and chop it.

Sandstone, who was lying on the ground, putting his ears to the ground and listening carefully to the movement in the cave, suddenly jumped up, "Something is approaching meow! It should be coming out meow!"

"Back off!" Anshil shouted at Hayata who was walking towards the cave entrance.

Hayata, who could already feel the vibration under his feet getting stronger and stronger, gritted his teeth, retreated back, and gave up the shooting range.

Both shooters were ready for fire suppression.

"Boom!" The sound of something being smashed came from the depths of the skeleton passage.

Along with it, there were also hurried footsteps.

"Here it comes! Be careful of the miasma on it, don't let it touch you!"

Hearing Gordon's still full-blooded roar, Hayata breathed a sigh of relief, and Ansir also smiled slightly and put his finger on the trigger.

After a short wait, Gordon, covered with all kinds of rotten meat and dirt, ran out of the cave mouth formed by the skull of the snake king dragon.

Hayata immediately raised the projector in his left hand and shot a flash bomb behind Gordon.

A strong light burst.

For most ancient dragon species, props such as flash bombs have little effect, but using them at a critical moment can more or less distract attention.

As long as the pace of the monster chasing Gordon can be slowed down, it will be considered a success.

A monster in a stopped state is definitely much easier to stop than one that is rushing and ramming.

Perhaps because it had lived in an underground cave for many years and had never seen strong light, this flash bomb successfully distracted the Hazak.

The Hazak shook its head and slowed down its pace.

The hunters guarding the cave entrance also took this opportunity to see the full appearance of the Lord of the Miasma Valley.

"What the hell is this thing?!"

Gale cursed, raised the muzzle, and fired first.

The crossbow whistled out, but she was not aiming at the monster in front of her, but at the skull of the snake king that formed the cave entrance, or more precisely, the fangs on the skull.

The armor-piercing grenade nailed into the root of the fang, and after a short delay, it exploded.

This fang, which was several meters long and more than a person thick, should have fallen off long ago, but some mycelium stuck to its root, which kept it in this shaky state for countless years.

The explosion and flames destroyed the hyphae, and the fangs hanging high above were like giant swords falling from the sky, stabbing into the back of the Hazak Dragon, sinking nearly halfway.

The skinny Hazak Dragon, whose body was not very stable to begin with, screamed and was knocked to the ground.

Ansir fired synchronously.

"Boom, boom, boom--"

Compared to other crossbow shells, the recognizable dull cannon sounds rang out one after another.

Three level 3 diffusion shells drew a high parabola and fell to the Hazak Dragon that was struggling on the ground. The next second, the violent explosion and explosion completely enveloped the Hazak Dragon's body.

The rotten flesh and the miasma attached to the rotten flesh turned into ashes in the hot explosion.

The Hazak Dragon struggled and let out a series of piercing screams.

"Replace the bullets."

Ansir shouted in a low voice and reloaded the ammunition as quickly as possible.

Gale made up for his shooting gap, specially adjusted, and nailed the armor-piercing grenades with extended fuses one by one on the forehead of the corpse dragon.

The corpse dragon roared and struggled, and was about to get up.

The [Famine] heavy crossbow, which was quickly loaded, fired again, and the powerful diffusion bombs fell from the sky.

"Boom boom!"

The continuous explosions enveloped the corpse dragon again, and the armor-piercing grenades nailed on its head were also detonated together.

The strong impact shook its brain, as if it was hit by a hammer on the forehead. It fell back to the ground with a miserable howl.

The two shooters replaced the bullets alternately, fired, and continued the third round of attack.

The swordsmen stayed far away.

Gordon took off the invisible suit covered with rotten dirt and threw it aside. Hayata repeatedly confirmed the injury with concern.

"Tsk tsk, this guy won't be killed here directly?" Gordon said.

It is true that the corpse-like body of the Corpse Hazak gives people a terrifying first impression, but it is also very "weak".

It does not have the mountain-like body of the Old Mountain Dragon, the strong physique of the Flame King Dragon, or the scale armor of the Steel Dragon that is harder than refined steel.

Miasma is almost its only support, and it has been dominating the Miasma Valley for thousands of years.

But once it falls into this dilemma where it has no chance to display its abilities and is suppressed by powerful attacks.

Hayata, who confirmed that Gordon was not injured, glanced at him, "After all, it is an ancient dragon, how can it be easy to deal with? After it survives this wave, the trouble is still behind."

As she said, the Corpse Hazak, which was hit by the fangs of the Snake King Dragon and bombarded for several rounds, did not fall down.

It stood up with a roar despite the attack, and the blue-gray miasma spread around with the flapping of its wings.

Seeing this, Ansir and Gael immediately retreated and distanced themselves.

When it is impossible to ensure that the monster falls to the ground or control it with traps, the slow trajectory and the projectile diffusion bullets are very easy to miss.

At this time, swordsmen need to step forward, and archers use conventional crossbow bullets to support shooting from a long distance.

Hayata was about to charge when Gordon grabbed him.

He shouted to his companions: "Retreat! Be careful of the miasma and the miasma breath, don't let them touch you at all.

I have a miasma-resistant stone, I will cover you!

You retreat directly, and set up an ambush in an area with suitable terrain like just now, and repeat this cycle until it is repelled!"

"Are you sure you can do it alone?" Hayata confirmed.

"Yes!"

Gordon replied confidently, and then rushed directly to the corpse dragon.

The other hunters exchanged glances, put away their weapons and began to retreat.

Ajian, who was hiding in the distance, waved at them, "There is a place with many stalactites not far from here, follow me!"

P.S. The ancient dragon's shame is a joke, that's what it means in the game.

In reality, if it weren't for the miasma-resistant stone, Gordon would have definitely died, and the others might not have escaped. This ability to spread the disease is too unsolvable without targeted means.