Chapter 1261 Found You

Wrapped in thick fur on his shin guard, the old hunter walked step by step in the deep snow in the forest.

This icy and snowy environment made him feel familiar and strange.

Before the discovery of the permafrost, there was no real cold zone in the New World. It was natural that he would feel uncomfortable without seeing ice and snow for more than 40 years.

However, only a few people in the investigation team knew that he, like Gene, was born in the snowy mountain area of ​​Vlasia.

The memories of childhood and youth have long been blurred, but this body seems to still remember.

Remember how to save energy walking in the snow, remember everything that should be paid attention to in the cold environment.

"I almost forgot that I was also born in the Snow Country." The swordsman stopped and took a deep breath of the cold and clear air.

"I'm afraid there will be no chance to go back in this life, so this can be regarded as returning home in another sense."

The swordsman continued to walk.

The heavy snow in the past two days covered the footprints and most of the traces.

If a young hunter who is used to the convenience of the guide insects looked at the vast expanse of white snow, he would probably feel at a loss.

After all, if the first few traces cannot be found, the guide insects will not start to lead the way.

Even a hunter who is good at tracking like Gordon will inevitably feel difficult when facing the thick snow that covers everything.

But the swordsmanship master still looks calm and has a clear goal.

As everyone in the investigation team knows, he is an old-fashioned guy. In the past, let alone projectors, he would not even use guide insects.

He thinks this will make his thinking dull.

For decades, relying on his own senses and technology to track and find monsters, he has accumulated an amazing amount of experience.

Just by taking a rough look at the snow forest, from the terrain and the width of the gaps between the trees, he can roughly judge where the Ice Fang Dragon is unlikely to go and where it is most likely to go.

Soon, he found a little scratch on the bark of a thick cedar.

The trace was really small and shallow, not even as long as a palm. If you are not careful enough, you will probably overlook it.

The swordsman walked over, confirmed the shape of the trace, and touched the surface of the trace. He had a rough idea in his mind.

He was about to move forward, but after thinking about it, he walked back, pulled out the peeling knife, shaved some wood chips and bark from the edge of the trace, and put it into the guide insect cage.

The lazy guide insects lighted up slightly.

Although he could find the target without the help of these little guys, it would only take a little more time.

He would not have taken this convenience before, but now he has figured it out.

People have to accept old age, and use things that are convenient and easy to use.

The scratches on the bark and the slightly collapsed bushes look like terrain, but they should actually be shallow snow pits where large monsters have huddled.

Relying on these traces that ordinary people cannot find, the guide insects extracted enough breath.

The sun began to set in the west.

The shining guide insect flew out of the guide insect cage, leading the swordsman through the maze-like snow forest.

Finally, in a hidden canyon, the old ice tooth dragon was found.

"It's so convenient." The swordsman patted the brand new guide insect cage on his waist and sighed from the bottom of his heart.

Then, he took a light step that made the young hunters ashamed and sneaked into the canyon silently.

The ice tooth dragon was curled up in the open space between several tall cedars to rest. The snow almost covered its body. If it wasn't for its body still floating slowly with breathing, it would almost be thought that it was a corpse.

On the side, there was a half-eaten Bobo corpse that was now frozen by the cold wind.

"Sure enough, you are old, and your appetite is not so good?" The swordsman muttered to himself silently, "If it was young, a whole Bobo would barely fill your stomach, right?"

The swordsman raised his head and looked at the sky again.

The sky was darker than before, and the dim afterglow enveloped this small canyon.

Now that the target's location has been confirmed, according to his usual habits, he should quietly retreat now and wait until tomorrow morning to officially start hunting.

—— Hunting at night is more dangerous.

This is what his master taught him since he was an apprentice.

He has been doing it all his life, but now, he suddenly has some other ideas.

"The sun is about to set, and we don't have much time left. Let's not waste time anymore, right?"

The swordsmanship master whispered and drank a bottle of hot drink.

Then, as if performing some kind of ritual, he pulled down his armor, carefully adjusted his helmet, and did not forget to stroke the old feather on the back of the helmet.

The hot blood rushed in his body for a long time, rushing around, and the sound of his heartbeat was still strong.

The boiling fighting spirit and momentum came out vigorously.

Like an old cat, with an old face and his chin resting on the back of his paw, the old Ice Fang Dragon suddenly opened his eyes.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the Ice Fang Dragon, who hated strong light, narrowed its ice-blue eyes and locked onto the opponent in front of it.

After the previous two lessons, it dared not underestimate this bipedal creature that was not even as long as its own claws.

It lowered its body slightly, tensed its muscles, and prepared for the battle.

The swordsman also drew out his flying dragon sword [Silver].

He hadn't taken out this fire sword that seemed to be made of pure silver for many years.

The opponent in front of him is worth his full effort.

"I will take the initiative."

The swordsman took the initiative to step forward and charged at the Ice Fang Dragon.

Facing the opponent rushing towards him, the Ice Fang Dragon roared and waved its huge claws to stop the hunter.

The horizontally swung claws almost blocked all the charging paths, but the swordsman's speed did not slow down. At the moment when the claws were about to reach him, he swung the blade diagonally.

The scorching blade intersected with the claws, and the swordsman continued to swing the sword in the direction of the claws, deflecting the attack with the least force.

The Ice Fang Dragon's claws brushed his shoulder and left a crack on the shoulder armor.

The swordsman had taken advantage of the momentum to break through the blockade of the arm claws and got in front of the Ice Fang Dragon.

It was simple and unpretentious, but it was fast enough to make any swordsman stare vertically and slash down, cutting a bloody wound on the side of the Ice Fang Dragon's face.

This is a "skill" that has been honed through millions of sword swings over the past few decades.

The blood on the blade was burned to ash by the high temperature of the dragon flame before it could drip, and the blood beads that splashed were frozen in the air by the cold air around the Ice Fang Dragon.

The Ice Fang Dragon howled in pain and took two steps back, staring at the hunter in front of him, with fear in his ice-blue pupils.

The sword master did not rush to attack, but set up the big cloud structure, pointing the burning sword tip directly at the opponent.

"If you don't show some real skills, the battle will end soon."

As if he understood what he said, the old Ice Fang Dragon exhaled a breath of frost.

Fine ice needles climbed up its giant claws and shells, and the broken amber fangs were also covered with ice, turning into frosted blades.

"That's right, we are all old, and physical strength is not our strong point. Take out everything as soon as possible." The sword master's laughter came through the mask.

I was really talkative today, maybe because I was excited to see "the same kind".

"Courage state. Oh - this feeling, my legs and feet seem to have become more flexible."

Ps.

Suddenly I realized that the three people this Frost Blade fought were all swordsmen, and the videos about Frost Blade were basically all swordsmen videos, mysterious.