Seeing Allen stopping to pick flowers and plants from time to time, Mr. Hunter smiled helplessly.
I thought this child lived in a town and had a rare opportunity to climb mountains and get close to nature, so he was very excited and regarded this dangerous hunting operation as an outing.
In fact, Allen is not lacking in wilderness survival experience.
The hunting knowledge he gained through atavistic meditation was even richer than Mr. Hunter's.
In addition, his eyes have evolved dark vision, and he can see the dark places in the trees clearly without deliberately looking around, so he seems particularly relaxed.
Walk to the shallows of the stream.
Suddenly I heard a dog barking.
The three of them stepped forward to investigate.
The two hounds were wagging their tails, and occasionally stretched out their paws to pull at the dead fish on the river beach.
The palm-sized fish, with its belly turned white, was lying stiffly on the river beach.
Allen squatted down to observe and secretly used the system to identify it.
as expected.
"These fish are all poisoned." Allen said softly.
Mr. Hunter nodded and took off his hunting bow.
"The basilisk's lair is just upstream from the stream!"
"It drank water from the stream, and the toxins seeped into the water, and the fish and shrimp nearby also suffered."
The hound was in front, followed by the three men.
Walk along the stream.
As we were approaching the top of the mountain, an eagle suddenly sounded in the air!
Allen looked up.
The blue sky without a single cloud.
The falcon is circling at low altitude, eager to dive.
Mr. Hunter put his finger in his mouth and suddenly blew a sharp whistle.
The falcon heard its master's command, spread its wings again, and gave up its dive.
"A falcon can never defeat a basilisk!"
Mr. Hunter explained to his son and Alan.
"If you allow it to pounce down, you will surely die if it is sprayed with poisonous gas by the basilisk!"
"Dad! Stop being so nagging and let's go!" Robin's face flushed with excitement, "If you delay any longer, the basilisk will escape!"
"Don't do this nonsense!" Mr. Hunter glared at his son, "Be honest and follow me!"
At this time, the roar of a hound came from the bushes ahead.
There were also rustling sounds mixed in among them.
Allen hurriedly ran over and saw more than ten hounds forming a circle from a distance.
Among them is a purple-scaled python, coiled up in a snake formation, with its forked tongue sticking out, confronting the hounds.
Just as Robin described, the monster indeed had a vaguely human face.
Compared with ordinary pythons, they look more ferocious and terrifying!
Maybe this is the so-called "uncanny valley effect".
Allen turned around and gestured.
The father and son were reminded to wear gas masks.
The three of them walked upwind and shot the basilisk with crossbows.
At the same time, the hounds also launched a siege on the basilisk.
The first arrow Allen shot was not quite accurate and flew past the basilisk's head.
Robin's shot was quite accurate.
Unfortunately, the short bow had limited energy, and the arrows bounced off the snake scales without even piercing the basilisk's skin.
Whoosh!
Mr. Hunter fully drew the bow string and shot a sharp arrow!
The accuracy is impeccable, but unfortunately the strength is still a bit weak.
When shot on the basilisk, only half an inch penetrates the flesh.
The basilisk hissed in pain, flicked its tail, wrapped it around the arrow shaft, and pulled it out.
A trace of blood flowed out from the arrow wound, which was obviously just a flesh wound.
Mr. Hunter turned blue.
If the arrow just now was deeper, the barb would penetrate the flesh.
If the basilisk dares to pull out the arrow by force, it will definitely tear off a large piece of flesh and blood.
Unfortunately, he tried his best.
I didn't expect the basilisk's scales to be so hard!
A crossbow cannot harm a basilisk.
The hounds bite and bite, but their efforts are in vain.
Bite it hard!
The canine teeth were immediately blocked by the smooth and hard snake scales and slid open involuntarily.
There was a click, and a mouthful of loneliness filled the mouth.
The basilisk took advantage of the situation and struck back, grinning its mouth wide open and spitting out a stream of black poisonous gas.
The three hounds on the opposite side were unable to dodge and inhaled the poisonous gas.
First, his eyes were injured by the poison, and he couldn't stop crying and wailing.
Within ten seconds, the toxin spreads to the central nervous system.
The three hounds fell one after another, twitching and foaming at the mouth.
It looked like there was no way to save him.
Hunter shot a few more arrows, but still failed to cause serious damage to the basilisk.
More than ten hounds, half of them have been killed by the basilisk.
Let's continue to develop at this pace.
Before long, all the hounds will be killed.
After that, the three of them had to face the basilisk.
Things are not going well!
The experienced Mr. Hunter made a decisive decision.
"Robin! Allen! You two retreat first, I will cover you!"
"Dad..."
Robin's face was pale, his voice was trembling, and he was no longer as high-spirited as when he went up the mountain.
Allen's face was calm as before.
He doesn't want to give up halfway.
So he put aside his crossbow, passed by the father and son, and stepped forward alone.
It's time to show off your real skills!
Since the battle, Allen has been observing secretly.
Different types of crossbows shoot from different distances.
And the bites of hounds.
By observing the killing effect of the above attacks on the basilisk, he has calculated that the basilisk's scale armor is roughly equivalent to level 5 natural defense.
Hound's teeth, ordinary bow and arrow.
It is indeed difficult to penetrate the basilisk's scales.
However, Allen has mastered "penetrating strength".
Breaking armor is not a problem for him.
The basilisk's most terrifying attack method is poison.
Snake fangs bite and spit poisonous gas, which are equivalent to level 3 poison attacks.
Ordinary animals, if bitten by it or inhaled the poisonous gas, would not die but would be paralyzed.
However, Allen is not afraid.
He had deliberately taken off his mask before and inhaled a trace amount of poisonous gas.
Stress test your own anti-toxic constitution.
Level 2 poison resistance is not completely immune to level 3 snake venom.
But it can offset at least 70% of the poison damage.
After inhaling the poisonous gas, Allen was only slightly dizzy and nauseated.
If you persist for two minutes, the discomfort will automatically disappear.
Under this premise.
Try to stand upwind and wear a mask.
You can basically ignore the poisonous gas spewed by the basilisk.
In the worst case scenario, even if you are bitten by the basilisk's fangs, you still have time to take medicine to detoxify.
What's more, Allen came prepared today.
There is more than one trump card in your hand.
Now it's his turn to deal the cards.
First card!
Allen took out the lime bag he carried with him and threw it at the basilisk.
puff!
The paper bag hit the basilisk's head and exploded, spewing out a large amount of turbid smoke.
Except lime.
Allen also thoughtfully mixed in realgar powder, garlic powder, and various highly toxic herbs picked from the glass garden.
It’s full of technology and hard work!
Then comes the second card!
Allen took out a copper bottle from his backpack.
Pull out the isolating plug of the bottle mouth and shake the liquid in the bottle evenly.
Throw it out violently!
While studying pharmaceutics with Ms. Sola, Allen drew on the knowledge of chemical engineering from his previous life and collected many minerals with properties similar to gunpowder.
Both solutions in the bottle are stable when stored separately.
Once mixed together, they become flammable and explosive.
puff!
The copper bottle hit the basilisk, received a strong impact, and exploded!
In an instant, flames were flying and black smoke was billowing.