Chapter 162 No Hesitation

The male fork-tailed dragon howled in pain again and flapped its wings to escape.

As soon as it flapped its wings, it felt a weight on its back, as if something had come onto its back.

It twisted its neck and looked up, and found that the hateful cat-eyed monster who had hurt it before had once again raised the long sword that had frightened it and slashed at it.

In an instant, the male fork-tailed dragon felt a black screen in front of his eyes, the world began to spin rapidly, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

After a few breaths, it was completely trapped in endless darkness.

Dick nimbly turned sideways to avoid the blood splashing from the fork-tailed dragon's neck, and landed lightly on the ground with another leap.

He then drew out the short crossbow from his waist, aimed at the female fork-tailed dragon not far away, and shot an arrow.

The battle ended instantly.

It was not that he had never dealt with this kind of [dragon-like] monster before. He remembered that when he was saving the woodcutter Benyan, he almost died fighting the petrified chicken snake.

This time, when his swordsmanship reached the master level, he only consumed some physical strength and easily solved the problem with his sword energy.

It seems that in these short days, his combat power has undergone a qualitative change with the improvement of his swordsmanship.

Of course, this does not mean that the male fork-tailed dragon he is dealing with is weak, but that it has wisdom and knows how to seek benefits and avoid harm. After fighting with Dick for one round, it found that the strongest part of its body was damaged;

Knowing that it is not Dick's opponent, it wants to escape, and seeing its partner's sudden death, it is terrified and was caught.

If this fork-tailed dragon is a little stupider, it may be able to hold on for a while longer.

But it can only hold on for a while longer.

"Harden, what's going on?"

Dick tried hard to recall his original attitude towards Harden before, and finally concluded that the original body treated Harden well, neither good nor bad, so there is no need to pretend too much.

Harden had just finished fighting and helped Dick pull out the crossbow arrow stuck in the monster's neck. He came to Dick and looked at him in surprise. After a moment, he said:

"You solved the male fork-tailed dragon so quickly? That thing is much more difficult to deal with than the one in front of me."

"Maybe my strength has become stronger. By the way, did you receive a commission?" Dick took the crossbow arrow and was unwilling to say more about it.

"I guess so, but," Harden frowned, a trace of anger flashed across his face, "The shepherd told me before that there was no second fork-tailed dragon."

"What should we do now? Ask the shepherd directly, or collect the materials first?"

"Collect materials?"

The two looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

Then Dick came to the male fork-tailed dragon, took out the dagger at his waist, and carefully cut its skin from head to tail.

The leather of this fork-tailed dragon is a good material for making light armor for cat-style demon hunters.

Harden was doing the same thing with his black butcher knife.

When Dick hadn't completely skinned the fork-tailed dragon, Harden had already finished.

He came over with a linen bag that smelled of bloody fresh meat.

Dick traced his original memory and knew that Harden must have extracted some of the meat from the fork-tailed dragon to make it his own food. He wouldn't say much about other people's hobbies.

Harden came to Dick and said, "Give me the head of this fork-tailed dragon later."

"Why, is there another rich businessman who wants to collect it as a trophy?"

"No, anyway, I need it." Harden didn't say much.

Dick didn't ask much either. He happily peeled off the fork-tailed dragon's leather completely, folded it and put it in his space waist bag.

Harden came to the male fork-tailed dragon with his black butcher knife and slowly pried open its skull along the gap.

He took out a glass bottle prepared in advance from his waist bag, held the fork-tailed dragon's head with one hand, and poured the white crystal liquid at the back of its skull into the glass bottle.

After the fork-tailed dragon's head could no longer drip this crystal liquid, he put the bottle away with the cork, looked at Dick again, and explained:

"The Demon Hunter Church needs the cerebrospinal fluid of the fork-tailed dragon."

Dick nodded: "What should we do next?"

"Let's go find the shepherd now and ask what's going on?"

Harden added: "Dick, thanks to you, otherwise I might have been injured just now."

He looked down at the bag full of fresh meat again, his eyes narrowed slightly, the fishtail wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were obviously deepened, and his mouth corners could not be seen under the beard, but he should be laughing:

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to get this delicacy." Then Harden carefully put the hair hanging in front of his face on his head.

The two turned around, each riding their own horses, and galloped towards the shepherd's farm.

Five or six minutes later, the two men dismounted.

There were already six or seven people standing in front of the farm.

A middle-aged man walked in the front, followed by several young men.

This middle-aged man was the leader of this group of shepherds.

Harden quickly walked to the man and said, "When you asked me to deal with the monster that always raided the sheep on your farm, you didn't say there were two fork-tailed dragons!"

The middle-aged man in front of him laughed awkwardly: "I, I didn't expect it to have two, I only saw one before."

"Really?" Dick smiled warmly.

Seeing the red-haired cat-eye speak without hostility, the shepherd felt much more relaxed. "Of course."

Suddenly, a translucent triangular pattern flashed in front of him.

"Why did you do this?" Dick said in a deep voice.

"Because I thought that monsters fight monsters, and it would be best if we both died together. Demon hunters don't have to pay for their deaths."

Just after saying this, the shepherd's dull eyes became clear, and he looked at the two people in horror: "What did you do to me just now?"

Dick had retracted his hand that cast the spell, and did not speak, but looked at the people behind the middle-aged man with a slight chill, signaling them not to move forward.

Harden said expressionlessly: "Two is two. Before, one was only 80 crowns, because the second one is bigger, I want 200 crowns."

"What? 200 crowns! So much?"

"Why, you don't want to give it?" Harden's dull face showed no trace of anger.

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, took out a bag of money from his rich waist bag and handed it over, "Then this money will be used as the commission for the two demon hunters."

Harden took the purse, took out only a handful from it, and handed the rest to Dick.

Dick was not polite and put it in his bag. At the same time, the panel also sent a prompt that the commission was completed:

Kill 2 fork-tailed dragons and get 60 energy points.

Complete the commission and get 30 energy points.

Currently, the total energy points are 100.

What a surprise!

Dick was happy and was about to say a few more words to Harden when he saw a dark afterimage flashing in front of him.

With a "swish", the middle-aged man's head flew into the sky, and there was still a look of surprise on his face.