Chapter 575 The Battle of That Year

"Roar--"

When it stood up, the old mountain dragon, whose head was more than 50 meters high, roared.

Its body began to tilt to the right.

As an ancient creature with a lifespan of more than a thousand years, the old mountain dragon's thinking had long been blurred in the long time and hibernation, and its every move relied more on instinct.

But in its instinct, it seemed to lack the experience of "how to deal with losing balance and falling down when standing up."

It was seen shaking its long neck in vain, trying to pull back the center of gravity, and finally completely lost the opportunity to land in a safe posture.

Like a collapsed mountain, there was no way to stop it from falling to the ground.

"Boom boom boom--!"

Unlike the previous fall against the cliff, this time the old mountain dragon really fell to the ground, with only the head and the thick neck, because the length exceeded the edge of the battle street, hitting the rock wall obliquely.

The old mountain dragon struggled hard, but its heavy body made it unable to turn over for a while, and the awkward movement of its neck stuck there made it even more difficult to exert force.

Whether it was the upper swordsmen responsible for close combat or the shooters operating the artillery crossbows at the nearby artillery positions, they all cheered in unison.

The scene of the old mountain dragon falling to the ground greatly increased their confidence in repelling the old mountain dragon.

No, not just repelling it, maybe leaving it behind and killing it here is not impossible?

If it can really be killed, let alone anything else, how much ancient dragon blood can be extracted from such a big old mountain dragon?

Just thinking about this, the upper hunters felt hot in their hearts.

Gordon was no exception. The chief engineer of the Dragon Calendar Institute said that if you want to create an advanced version of the jet sword, the blood of the ancient dragon is indispensable.

But this material is too scarce. There are too many places where high-level equipment, weapons, and even alchemy beads can use this thing, but the source is very limited.

Don't think that a lot of dragon blood spilled out of the wound during the battle with the old mountain dragon.

The blood of the ancient dragon pursues purity, and the container for preservation is also very particular. Once it falls on the ground and mixes with dust, it loses its meaning.

But in the fierce battle, who has the leisure time to prepare a special container in advance to collect blood?

And after killing the ancient dragon, the opportunity to slowly take blood is too rare. Most of the upper hunters will never encounter such a good thing in their lifetime.

Most of the time, the blood of the ancient dragon is extracted from the body parts that are destroyed and dropped during the battle, such as the long fang of the Lingshan dragon that was broken by the dragon-striking spear in the previous feast in the desert.

If it weren't for that opportunity, the epitaph sword would probably still be lying in the storage box with rust and dust, and now there is a need for the jet sword.

So, Gordon rushed up first, and Hayata, Heniye and Ted had similar ideas.

For those who have not yet been promoted or have just become upper hunters, the ancient dragon material is absolutely attractive.

Under the violent explosion, the wound on the old mountain dragon's leg became more hideous, and the white leg bone could be vaguely seen between the blurred flesh and blood.

Gordon directly activated the beast soul possession, trying to maintain his sanity while carrying the sword and began to accumulate power.

A moment later, he accumulated power to the limit and roared and chopped down the greatsword.

"Dang!"

In the unbelievable eyes of everyone, the tombstone greatsword blessed by the real power slash was bounced high and almost slipped out of the hand.

And the leg bone, which was not particularly special except that it was particularly thick, was not injured at all.

On the second wall of the old fortress, which was the final line of defense, Fan Ti stood quietly.

Without gorgeous dresses and complicated hair accessories, or even the iconic slender pipe, she was wearing a guild elite suit and stared at the canyon corner at the edge of the square.

There was a battle street connected there.

"President, this is the casualty report sent by the messenger from the First City Wall."

A guild staff member hurried over and handed a piece of paper to the female dragon man, and added in a low voice, "This is the statistical result as of more than an hour ago."

The lady president grabbed the paper, glanced at the numbers on it, and took a deep breath.

Crumpling the letter into a ball, the president, with a frighteningly gloomy face, began to give orders in succession, "Tell the engineering team to ignite the boiler early, start to reserve steam, and open the valve to release the overloaded part. We don't need to ignite the carbon.

In one hour at most, I want to hear that the dragon-slaying spear is ready.

Heavy crossbows and artillery, all strung and loaded, restraint bombs ready, remember to check the ropes.

Beside all defense facilities, prepare at least three bases of ammunition, so there is no need to worry about the risk of ammunition accidentally exploding, which is better than having to move shells at critical moments.

Also, whether it is an archer or a swordsman, weapons must be carried with them. No one is encouraged to fight desperately, but they must be prepared to fight desperately."

Several hunters on the city wall seemed a little hesitant, and they looked at an elderly female hunter.

These hunters were not all from the city of Minagard.

Faced with the president of the Mi City branch who "fell from the sky" and the original commander next to him, they were not sure who they should listen to.

The female hunter glared at them, "What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and make arrangements!"

Well, it seems that the command has been transferred smoothly.

The hunters looked at each other, agreed, and left quickly.

Fanti looked at the civilian secretary who delivered the letter, "Go and arrange for non-combatants to evacuate by airship, as soon as possible, the location of Laoshanlong will not be too far away."

"President, will you not leave?"

Fan Ti adjusted the locks of the equipment, "Of course, I will personally direct the final defense operations of the old stronghold."

"But."

Fanti's eyes were fixed on the secretary, and she followed the last half of her words.

The elderly female hunter chuckled and said: "Don't worry, you young people may not know that our President Fan Ti is not a simple civil servant.

During the Zhai Crab blockade battle forty years ago, she was "

The president lady looked at her coldly.

"Okay, okay, I'm talking too much." The huntress chuckled and waved her hand.

Seeing that the president's lady was resolute, the secretary couldn't say much, so she had no choice but to follow the former's order and organize the evacuation of the last part of the civil servants and craftsmen.

Seeing that there were only two of them left nearby, the elderly huntress came to Fan Ti and said with emotion: "It's still this city wall. The battle to stop the crabs seems like yesterday, when we were all still young.

Well, Senior Fanti, you are very young now, and I really envy you, the Dragon Tribe. "

Ms. Dragon Man sighed, "Isa, after so many years, you still talk so much."

"Ouch~."

The huntress smiled and rolled her eyes, "How long has it been since anyone called me that? I feel like I'm getting younger."

Now everyone calls me Ms. Isabella and so on, and some brats dare to call me Grandma Isabella. It’s really hard to deal with. "

Listening to Isabella's light-toned complaints, Fanti's spirit froze.

More than forty years ago, in the same position and from the same perspective, the little girl who had just become an official hunter was full of energy and chattering around her.

"Wow! Hello, senior, your weapon is so cool~! What kind of monster material is it made of?"

"Ah, by the way! My name is Isabella, everyone likes to call me Isa!"

A strange giant shadow that should only appear in nightmares approaches the city wall.

"Restraint bullets! Use restraint bullets quickly!"

"It failed! The restraint bullet cannot penetrate its carapace!"

"Think of a way, it's coming!"

"Where's the artillery! Why did the artillery stop!?"

"Activate the dragon gun!"

The dragon-shooting gun broke, and the monster took a few steps back, but was unscathed.

"What's going on with that damn skull?! There's not even a scratch on it from the dragon spear!"

"Head, the skull is open, what is that?!"

"Uh ah ah strong acid! It's strong acid! Get out of the way!"

"The city walls are melting!"

The city wall is on the verge of disintegration.

"Can we just retreat?"

"Retreat! You can't stop it here, let alone the walls of Minagard!"

"Look! The skull is open again! The cavity inside is not protected by the carapace and is soft! That is its weakness!"

"Give me a bomb barrel!"

Fanti woke up from her memories and stared forward.

"That time, we were able to successfully repel it because those people held explosive barrels, held up acid bombs, and jumped into the skull behind the crab to explode themselves."

The smile on Isabella's face disappeared, and she lowered her eyelids, "Well, yes, I was too scared to move at that time. You also hugged a bomb barrel, but it was snatched away by other seniors."

"So, no matter what happens, I will protect Minagard that they protect."