Chapter 1468 Is Sixty Old?

Ernest swung his sledgehammer and smashed the head of the herbivorous dragon in front of him.

Under his careful control, there was no scene of blood and brains flying everywhere, and the herbivorous dragon's head still kept its shape intact.

Putting down the sledgehammer, the old hunter stretched his waist.

He complained to himself, "Should we use lighter weapons? It's really tiring to run around with a sledgehammer on my back just to get some raw meat."

Alas. I am still getting old. I would never have had such an idea before. "

After muttering a few words, the old hunter put away his weapons and began to peel them off.

The one he chose as his target was an old herbivorous dragon. He walked very slowly, and he easily caught up with him.

This kind of herbivorous dragon is big, but the meat is rough, and it is definitely not as delicious as those cubs.

But as long as they are serious hunters, no one will hunt cubs for reasons such as taste.

What's more, the big old dragon also has much more meat. As long as it is cooked for a while, or made into bacon or sausage, it will also be delicious.

Skillfully peel the skin, remove the meat, cut off large pieces of raw meat as quickly as possible, and then stack it on the cart like stacking bricks.

His speed was very fast, and in just a quarter of an hour, the raw meat on the carriage was piled up like a hill.

The remaining parts, such as the meat at the corners and the internal organs in the water, are left in place. Soon, a "scavenger" will come over and take care of them.

"Let's go, let's go."

Ernest jumped on the cart and shouted and urged Bobo (Mammoth) who was pulling the cart.

Bobo started walking slowly, and slowly accelerated as he twitched the reins.

If he stayed here for too long, the strong smell of blood would attract predators. Although he wasn't afraid of those, they would still be a problem.

Unfortunately, his luck didn't seem to be very good today.

Not far away, Ernest heard a series of "chirping" sounds that sounded like birds, but more hoarse.

Several blue velociraptors came in groups, attracted by the smell of blood.

These greedy guys did not go to the corpse, but directly surrounded the cart transporting the raw meat.

After all, the corpse is there and can't run away. They still prefer to attack "prey" that can move.

The old hunter sighed, stopped the panicked and growling Bobo, and jumped out of the car with a sledgehammer on his back.

"There's obviously more meat left on the corpse side."

Ernest was preparing for a quick battle when a strange howling sound came from far to near with rapid footsteps.

Even the blue velociraptors' attention was attracted, and they all stopped and turned to look in the direction of the sound.

"Uh-oh-oh--!"

A majestic man wearing an ordinary short coat, a blue velociraptor helmet, and a hunter's knife in his hand ran down the hillside and charged towards the blue velociraptors.

Ernest, who had never seen such a scene in his life, couldn't help but curse.

"What the hell is this?"

A blue velociraptor hissed, its thighs leaped up with force, and its dagger-like claws seemed to want to disembowel the incoming attacker.

The attacker did not dodge. At the moment when the attack was about to come, he suddenly raised his arm shield and knocked the blue velociraptor to the ground. He then crushed its slender cervical vertebrae with one foot and continued to move forward.

The "fleeting" of their companions made the other two blue velociraptors hesitate, but the visitor obviously did not intend to give them time to think.

In the blink of an eye, he came to the second Blue Velociraptor, sideways dodged the Blue Velociraptor's bite, turned around and slashed at the Blue Velociraptor's neck with his sword.

No, it might be more accurate to say it was chopped or smashed.

The sharpness of the hunter's knife was not enough to kill the blue velociraptor with one blow.

But as long as the power is strong enough, anything is possible.

The neck of the blue velociraptor was broken together with the hunter's knife, which was only repaired on the appearance level.

The headless corpse twitched and fell to the ground.

The remaining blue velociraptor turned around and tried to run away, but it was a pity that it was too late.

The visitor stalked after it, clamped its tail with both hands, roared and dragged it to the ground, then pounced on it, held it down, and smashed its head with its arm shield.

In a barbaric way, he killed three blue velociraptors in a blink of an eye, and the giant man, who was covered in blood, burst into laughter.

Ernest obviously recognized who it was.

Pick up a small stone and hit it on the visitor's helmet, making a "clang" sound.

Ernest scolded with a dark face: "Who taught you to enter the hunting ground looking like this?!"

With some effort, Gordon took off his helmet and came to Ernest with a smile, hugged the latter and patted him hard on the back.

"I'm back!"

Ernest, who was originally angry, softened his expression.

Pushing Gordon away who was more than a head taller than him, he scolded: "You are in your early thirties, why are you still acting like this?"

Gordon winked and smiled, "I just can't act recklessly outside, so I'm going to indulge myself when I get back here."

He suddenly understood Feng Ying somewhat.

When I follow them, I always think that guy is stupid.

It is difficult to associate her with "the legendary hunter "White Wind" who is famous in the mainland".

But I heard Aiden and the others say that when Feng Ying led the team, it was not like that.

With a laugh of "Hey", Gordon hung his helmet on his waist and picked up the broken sword blade again.

"Instructor, do you still want to strip these blue velociraptor materials?"

Ernest glanced at him, "Don't waste it. It can be exchanged for some money. You are responsible for vigilance."

Gordon shrugged and kept vigilant around. After the instructor collected the materials, the two sat on the cart together.

With a shout, Bobo, who was pulling the cart, started to move.

The wheels squeaked and turned. After a few seconds of silence, Gordon suddenly said, "You used to pull the cart yourself.

You always said that it was troublesome to control Bobo and the Herbivorous Dragon, so it's better to pull it yourself."

Ernest held the reins in his hand, his expression normal, "Yes, I am old too, and I don't have the strength as before."

If someone else were here, they might feel the helplessness of a hero in his twilight years after hearing this.

But Gordon felt that this old guy was pretending to be weak again.

Is sixty years old very old? Master Puxian of Yanhuo Village and the head of the group are both in their seventies and almost eighties.

He turned his head and looked at the old instructor carefully, "No strength left? Why do I feel like you can still crack Gu Long's head open?"

"Not that exaggerated." Ernest waved his hand.

"Tell me the truth, how many stars are you?"

"Hmm"

Ernest pondered for two seconds, "Well, you are already nine stars, there is nothing to hide about this.

Before I came to Kokote Village, I had just been promoted to eight stars.

In the early years, I would accept the assignment of the great elder to perform some difficult tasks, but in the past ten years, it has been rare."

"Tsk, I knew it, that is to say, if you continue to develop, you would have been nine stars long ago, right?"

Ernest looked at Gordon, "That may not be the case. There are more than a dozen eight-star hunters in the active hunters of the guild. Do you know how many nine-star hunters there are?"

"How many?"

"Just you."

Gordon didn't expect this answer, "Is it true?"

"There is no need to lie to you, an era has produced It is very rare to have multiple nine-star hunters now.

The nine-star before you was my contemporary, and you are also familiar with him, Master Cambe, but unfortunately he retired after being seriously injured not long after becoming a nine-star.

The one who was earlier than him was a lady from the Dragon Clan, who retired a few years after Master Cambe retired.

When the two nine-stars were in service at the same time, everyone said with emotion that this was a golden age, but it was a pity.

As for the earlier generation, it was Master Puxian of Yanhuo Village. "

Ernest sighed, "To become a nine-star hunter, talent, hard work, and luck are all indispensable.

You have not been stuck by that threshold, so you don't know what it feels like.

It seems that the steps are there, but you can't step on them. "

Gordon didn't respond.

At this time, if you say "I really don't feel it", you might get beaten.

"So, why would someone like you come to a small village like Kokot Village where there is nothing for a long time?" Gordon asked the question he really wanted to ask.

Ernest looked at him deeply.

"You should have guessed the answer to this question a long time ago, right?"