One man and one dog, wandering in the world of Monster Hunter

Chapter 144: The Legend from Pokai Village

"No, it wasn't me this year, it was that guy."

Seeing that the spear hunter wanted to throw the job to him, Yi raised his hand and pointed in another direction.

There, a hunter with a big sword on his back stood facing the wall, his head slightly lowered, and a soft snoring sound came from the tip of his nose.

This guy actually fell asleep while standing.

"..."

Upon discovering that someone was openly slacking off in the house, the rest of the people immediately became angry and gathered around, carefully lifted up the greatsword hunter, and threw him out of the window.

"Fuck, which bastard left me here?"

The greatsword hunter, who was woken up by being thrown from a high place, cursed, pulled his head out of the ground, looked up at the people upstairs, and cursed angrily.

"Okay, that steel dragon is getting closer, let's go get rid of it quickly, and we'll have dinner together tonight."

Ni Tai waved at the greatsword hunter downstairs, then closed the window and ignored him.

One could only vaguely hear the greatsword hunter's powerful shouts and curses coming through the gap in the window.

"Ah, finally someone has taken over this thankless job. I can slack off again."

Having said that, Ni Tai collapsed in his chair again, like a salted fish that had lost its dreams.

The other people's eyes twitched when they saw it.

"Hey Ni Tai, you are the leader of the Dark Night Guild after all. Is it really okay to be so idle every day?"

Yi held his forehead and sighed, with a hint of disappointment in his tone.

"Dark Night, what Dark Night? In recent years, poachers have disappeared. The higher-ups are considering canceling the Dark Night organization. I'm almost unemployed. What else can I do besides slacking off? I want to go back to Yanhuo Village to retire. Whoever wants to be the leader of the Dark Night can take the position."

Ni Tai rolled his eyes, raised his hand to put the mask on his head on his face, covering his eyes, and began to doze off.

"..."

Seeing this, the other people looked at each other, speechless.

Because what Ni Tai said was true. As the Dark Night Guild has been suppressing poachers for many years, no hunter has dared to do this illegal business in recent decades.

They were just afraid that members of the Dark Night would sneak up on them and kill them.

"Compared to me, why don't you talk about Yi and Village Chief Jieyun? I remember that they obviously have a crush on each other, right? Why aren't they together?"

After closing his eyes for a while, Ni Tai's curiosity suddenly became strong for some reason. He sat up and directed the topic to Yi.

"..."

Yi did not comment on this, but his hand silently grasped the hilt of the knife.

"......" X3

'He is anxious, he is anxious. 'X3

The other three looked at each other silently, but didn't dare to say anything more.

After all, this is someone else's private matter, and the parties involved are anxious. If they dare to gossip about it, they will probably be stabbed.

"Whoo~"

Yi let out a long breath, put down the hand holding the knife, and shook his head slightly.

"Dragon people and humans, long-lived and short-lived, if I really am with you, after I die, wouldn't all that's left for you be loneliness? In this case, it's better for us to keep our distance. This is the best choice for us."

He said these words to the Jieyun village chief many years ago, and since then, the two sides have rarely had any contact.

Occasionally I send a couple of letters, just to chat about daily life and help send some local specialties, and we always make the payment clear.

"Well, if they really get together, wouldn't I, a master hunter, be working for that old woman for nothing? I'm not stupid."

Yi touched the [Spiritual Sword Jieyun·Yu Ichimonji] in his hand, and thought of the bottle of mantis perfume worth tens of thousands of yuan that he sold to the village chief last time, and felt secretly happy.

The other people present naturally didn't know that this "Sword Saint" was also a money-grubber who was destined to be alone, and started talking about other topics.

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While the master hunters of the guild were chatting, the greatsword hunter who was thrown out of the window finally had enough of cursing and turned to walk towards the city gate.

He was going to complete the mission of defeating the steel dragon alone.

"By the way, what if I accidentally kill the Steel Dragon?"

The man raised his hand and adjusted the Tyrannosaurus helmet on his head and the Tyrannosaurus armor on his body, with a look of confidence on his face.

This is not arrogance on his part, but rather genuine confidence.

Just because

He is a legendary hunter from Pokai Village, with a record of killing the two black and white gods, Benglong and Balong.

Although not as powerful as the Flame that conquered two ancient dragons, his strength is still unique in the Hunter Guild.

You should know that although the two gods of Bengba are not ancient dragons, their strength is almost the same as that of ancient dragons. They symbolize the two natural disasters of volcanic eruptions and avalanches.

At the same time, it is one of the oldest flying dragons.

Well, although these two brothers can’t fly, they are indeed monsters belonging to the flying dragon species.

In this regard, a certain first-level god must have a lot in common with them.

"Okay, let's go. I hope this steel dragon has a thicker skin. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll kill it with a three-stage charge."

The man stretched out his hand and grasped the hilt of the [Black Sword God of Overlord Sword] on his back, feeling the weight of this old friend, with a relaxed smile under his helmet.

Then he walked out of the city.

There, a red-nosed clown was waiting for him.

"Hoo hoo hoo hoo."

In the woods about ten kilometers away from Dondorma, a four-legged, two-winged dragon covered with rust was hovering quietly in the air, like a mysterious creature forgotten in an ancient painting.

Its scales gleamed a dull rusty glow in the sun, and it was unknown how many years of baptism it had experienced.

The dragon had broad wings, and every flap of them was accompanied by violent vibrations in the air, stirring up a dark tornado.

The storm raged around it, and trees bent and broke in the storm, but the dragon seemed to be out of it, with a kind of detached indifference in its eyes.

All the creatures around sensed the approach of this living scourge and began to migrate before it arrived. There was no trace of other creatures in this place anymore.

"Da da da."

The sound of footsteps came from afar and was particularly clear in the strong wind, like a steady drumbeat, maintaining rhythm in the chaotic melody.

In the windswept forest, the trees were blown to and fro and the branches were swaying wildly, but all this could not conceal the figure that was gradually emerging.

He was a man in black armor, his armor gleaming coldly in the wind, like an iron wall.

His steps were steady, each one seemed extremely firm, his breathing was natural, and he was accustomed to the typhoon-like scene before him.

His heels were firmly rooted in the ground, and the strong wind around him seemed to be helpless against him, unable to shake him at all.

The man's eyes were deep and calm, like the brightest stars in the night sky.

He looked up at the ancient dragon above him, raised his hand slightly, and drew the weapon on his back smoothly and gracefully.

It was a broadsword with intricate patterns carved on the hilt. The blade was as wide as a door panel, thick and heavy.

The red fluid, as hot as lava, flows quietly in the sword's spine, like a red river, flowing slowly on the sword. This red fluid emits a heat that is difficult to ignore, giving the sword life and power.

As the greatsword was unsheathed, a burning breath suddenly appeared, as if an invisible flame was jumping above the sword, illuminating the space between the man and the rusty steel dragon.

This breath formed a sharp contrast with the surrounding strong wind. The wind was cold, while the sword was hot. They intertwined in the air, creating a strange atmosphere.

The Rusty Steel Dragon's gaze changed with the man's movements, and fear flashed in its intelligent eyes.