Chapter 1501: Death Struggle

Tunyuanlong pushed its head and flippers against the ground and turned over with difficulty.

Even if this would only cause the blood and internal organs to drain out of the big hole in its abdomen faster, the ancient dragon species' pride would not allow it to die in such an embarrassment.

And the losses on the human side are not small.

In the previous sucking attack, at least six or seven people were sucked into the belly of the Yuanyuan Dragon. After experiencing the big explosion just now, these victims had no chance of surviving.

The heavy bed crossbows at the bottom of the canyon have been completely destroyed, and the artillery on the top of the canyon has also been overturned by the sucking attack and cannot continue to fire.

Only the hunters still have fighting ability.

The upper-ranking hunters gathered around slowly with their weapons ready.

Many elite hunters who still had the strength to fight also slid down from the top of the canyon via ropes, preparing to join the siege.

When he was still thirty or forty meters away from the Yuanyuan Dragon, Gordon raised his hand and made a gesture.

Everyone stopped and stood on guard.

"Duan Yuanlong is worthy of being a Gordon species. Even in such an explosion, only the flesh, flesh, internal organs and soft tissues were damaged. The most critical spine and ribs were almost undamaged.

Having spent some time in Balubare, you have a deeper feeling about that funeral than Gu Long.

The old man smiled and patted your head, "Are you still sad about the Hayata?"

And its flippers, which are suitable for walking under rocky ground, flapped on the ground. It moved quickly, and its speed became slower and slower.

Isana on the side also nodded sadly.

Gu Long, who understood what Tun Yuanlong wanted to do, lifted the restrictions on his armor, and the terrifying aura of the "Gordon Killer" rose up.

"Is that nonsense?" Hayata said angrily: "This is a ship that carries important memories of 'your brigade'.

Until he knocked down these two dragon-shooting guns.

With a scream that broke the air, the dragon arrow stabbed directly at the nearby swallowing dragon.

"call--."

It is not the first weapon.

According to local custom, the bodies of the victims will be wrapped in black cloth and buried deep in the sand of the oasis.

Xing Zhu breathed out, "You can't get used to that kind of scene after experiencing it several times.

I'm going to go back and teach this young swordsman a bad lesson.

For the people of Balubare, the successful hunting of Yuanyuanlong was undoubtedly a small happy event.

The old man raised the corners of his mouth and talked about a seemingly related topic.

They said, how about naming this ship 'Xinxing Zhuxu'?

As the sparks jumped, I stretched my bow and nocked an arrow, fully drew the bowstring, and released the bowstring at the moment when the gunpowder was ignited.

A fierce light flashed in the swallowing Yuanlong's gradually dilated dragon pupils.

"Boom-boom--!"

The access route to the northern Rexala region was opened, and the mobile city trapped in the middle of the desert was finally able to return to Rex Bay for supplies and goods trade after the monsoon season began.

I saw the iconic narrow-brimmed hat, but I still had the usual generous smile on my face, "It is the responsibility of all of you to carry the will of the victims and continue to retreat."

The swallowing dragon, whose consciousness had not yet become blurred, made a movement. It adjusted its direction consciously and rushed towards Xing Zhu.

With its fuzzy thinking, it later forgot its own purpose, and as if it was about to crush death, it tried its best to rush back at the earliest moment when its life was extinguished.

The distance between the two is getting closer and closer, and the dragon-killing gun hidden by the camouflage cloth is also close behind.

"Are you going to attack?" Hayata looked at Gordon.

In fact, among the victims whose bodies still exist, there are no descendants who took care of you back then.

Among the hunters who gathered around him, there were many swordsmen who felt deeply regretful that they had lost the opportunity to kill Gordon twice with their own hands.

"Captain, don't talk about trivial matters at that time." Hayata crossed his arms and sighed heavily.

"The most forward charge?"

What's more, what's in front of them is an ancient dragon, so they can't be too careful.

The most threatening suction attack is even more difficult to think about. Its lungs have almost not been blown to pieces. Even if it is just a special breath, a small amount of blood droplets will pour into the trachea.

If you think it's too plain, you can't call it 'Enemy Hayata' or 'Super Hayata'. "

Under the slightly disappointed gazes of some of the cold-blooded young men who were too evil-minded, Gu Long turned around and ran away, running towards the direction of the dragon gun.

Unfortunately, very few bodies could be found.

The bad thing is that Gu Long, as a four-star hunter, has enough prestige, and the other party is also thinking about his own fate, so someone finally disobeyed.

Isana pursed her lips and did not answer.

"The swordsmen evacuate, the shooters keep a dangerous distance and attack from a long distance!" Gu Long suddenly raised his voice and gave the order in a small roar.

"The desert will bury everything and remember everything." The old man came over.

Accumulating energy to stop the dragon carriage is a life-threatening method of last resort. Why would I risk my life against a giant Gordon charging desperately? !

Gordon came to the opposite side of the Yuanyuan Dragon, stared at the dragon's eyes, and while confronting it, he whispered: "Don't worry, you go to the dragon gun and prepare to start it."

It tried to fire sand bombs back, but the lungs, which had been shattered by the small explosion, were unable to provide the necessary low pressure.

At the edge of the battlefield, a certain young hunter widened his eyes and exclaimed in a low voice, "Could it be that the 'brave' villain really wants to build a dragon car?!"

This battle is a foregone conclusion, and the monsters that fight back before death are often the most ferocious and crazy. Too many hunters have died from serious injuries and dying monsters because of their carelessness.

The sparks caused by the friction between metal and rock lit the fuse of the gunpowder tube under the arrow shaft.

However, the battle brought nothing but joy.

A large amount of yellow sand mixed with blood and meat was ejected from the air vents on both sides of its body. It was blown out for only ten meters before falling to the ground, which could not pose a threat to the hunters nearby.

"Attack the wound!" Musa pulled out a thick arrow from the quiver in front of him and slashed the arrow across the ground.

Hayata nodded, moved back into the blind spot of the Swallowing Dragon's vision, and left quietly.

Even though a small part of it was bounced off by the former's rock-like shell, most of it did not successfully penetrate into the wound of the Swallowing Dragon and cause damage.

The processing person in charge looked at it and said that using this spine as a keel, combined with low-quality knot cloud hard wood, can build a best ship inferior to Rocklak's "Fengshan Maru".

Countless arrows and crossbow bullets were thrown at the Swallowing Abyss Dragon from all directions.

A small number of us were elite hunters from Barubare, and there were also a few craftsmen responsible for transporting and debugging weapons.

It is an honor to die for our hometown, but no one will be sad about it. "

Amid the cries and sobs of relatives and friends, what was buried in the oasis was only our relics after death.

Even if we had made the best possible preparations in all aspects, many people still died in the giant mouth of the Swallowing Abyss in this battle.

A few dozen meters ahead, the ancient dragon suddenly changed direction.

It feels like the diary that I treasured as a boy was burned!"

My attack seemed to be the signal for the shooters to open fire.

The corners of the ancient dragon's mouth twitched fiercely.

The Swallowing Abyss Dragon roared.

Blood flowed while running at full speed, and the internal organs were all over the ground. The Swallowing Abyss Dragon, who was not yet in a dying state, had the strength to turn around, and also had the intention to turn around.

The residents of Balubare held a grand funeral for us and the victims of the Dragon Striker Fleet.

Attracted by the aura, the Swallowing Abyss Dragon gave up the idea of ​​rushing around in seven places, limping but still chasing me with full momentum.