Do you believe me when I say I’m not a dragon?

However, Mouser did not dare to spread the scale powder to every wolfdog because he had learned from the past. As long as one of them could be infected with the scale powder, it was enough.

Thinking this, Mercer nodded with satisfaction.

——After that, half a day passed like this. When the weather became a little gloomy, these three wolf dogs dragged a seven-meter-long herbivorous dragon back here.

To be honest, this still couldn't satisfy Mercer's appetite, but seeing a few scars left on their bodies, Mercer decided not to squeeze them so hard yet.

Mercer ignored the herbivorous dragon for the time being. He called the former leader of the wolf dog over. Then he twitched the corners of his eyes and tore open the wounds on his body. He pulled out the crossbow arrows little by little. When the crossbow arrows were piled aside When it grew into a hill, Mercer gently patted its head and raised his bleeding arm in front of it.

-Lick it clean.

As mentioned before, Mercer's secondary scales can be regarded as his blood scabs, so in other words, drinking his blood may have the same effect as inhaling the scales.

At the same time, Mercer's ability needs to be driven by pheromones. Simply put, if Mercer does not have a strong awareness of this, the scale powder cannot infect any living thing.

This was also good news for Mercer. After all, he didn't want to accidentally release a large amount of scale powder and cause humans to come to his door.

After watching it drink his own blood, Mercer still worriedly broke off a few pieces of its scales and stuffed them into its mouth before ordering it to stop.

Mercer squinted at the wolfdog in front of him. It should have just left its infancy and still had a lot of room for growth. Mercer was very optimistic about it.

After much thought, he decided to give this guy a name.

"...Don't let me down, 'Lika'."

Lika, licker, means licker.Although the appearance of the two is very different, when seeing its attack movements, Mercer felt that it was quite consistent.

After that, Mercer devoured the corpse of the herbivorous dragon. When his hunger subsided slightly, he stopped with satisfaction and asked Lika beside him to eat the remaining leftovers.

Although he was not full yet, Mercer stopped eating because he had something serious to do. He picked up the crossbow arrows beside him, and after observing them for a while, he suddenly put them to his mouth and spit out flames.

The scorching temperature softened the sharp edges slightly, and Mercer threw it into the snowdrift to cool down.

Afterwards, under the surprised eyes of the wolves and dogs, he stuffed these crossbow arrows into his mouth and swallowed them.

After doing this, he lay down on the ground and let sleep sweep over his brain.

——The next day, Mercer opened his eyes and immediately looked at his arm. The newly grown scales made Mercer feel something different.

After a little tapping, Mercer could clearly feel that there was a slight change in the hardness of the new scales compared to the old scales.

After realizing this, Mercer showed joy.

It seems that his guess is correct. If he eats better quality ore, the scales on his body will become harder.

In this way, even if he was hit by a human crossbow, he would be confident that he would not be harmed.

Thinking of this, Mercer had a clear goal in mind.

It felt uncomfortable to be shot into a sieve. He needed to further strengthen his defense. In this case, he had to find a place with a large amount of high-quality ore.

He didn't know where he could meet his requirements, but at least it shouldn't be here.

Mercer did not want to come into contact with these pointy-eared humans for the time being. At the same time, if he continued like this, the creatures in the forest might be eaten by him and cause ecological damage. Therefore, Mercer felt that it was time to leave the forest.

Thinking of this, Mercer unconsciously looked in the distance.

Once when he was flying high in the sky, he saw the land in the distance - through the area covered by desert, several volcanoes could be seen.

Mercer thought he could try his luck there.

Testimonials

Hello everyone, I am Shiba Gong. This book will be on the shelves soon. Thank you for your support.

I believe you have all discovered that there are shadows of monster hunting in many places in this book, such as the hunter profession, natural disasters (ancient dragons), etc.

In fact, I originally wanted to write a monster hunting fanfic, but since I have only played the world and am also handicapped, you can also regard me as a cloud player.

——Since I don’t know much about the world of Monster Hunter, if I just watch the video and see the settings, the content I write will definitely be controversial, so I thought of writing an original book, so that even those who don’t understand the Monster Hunter world would be controversial. Hunters (including me) can also understand it.

(Also, let’s talk about something unspeakable. The setting of the floating island in this book actually came from the end of Mr. Onizuki’s book about having a bath at his own house. I can’t remember the name. Some heroes know. If so, you can put it on a sticker.)

Let’s get back to the content of this book. Based on my third-rate understanding of the Monster Hunter worldview, I began to freely add various settings and outlines to it.

For example, let's make human beings live a miserable life and let them "have to do this to survive", but at the same time arrange for the protagonist to stand in front of them for another reason and prevent human beings' purpose.

In this way, the protagonist will be a complete evil dragon from a human perspective, but this will not be the case from other perspectives.The title of the book is "Do you believe me when I say I'm not a dragon?" 》The question was successfully answered.

Then about revenge - let me explain first, I like both revenge and forgiveness that makes the enemy kneel to the ground from the bottom of my heart like "Shifu", but when it comes to revenge, I don't dislike revenge-themed works, but I prefer It tends to "destroy the enemy's will and make him fall into eternal regret and fear for the rest of his life." Simply killing him is a bit unpleasant...but some people prefer to kill the enemy directly, so If I write about revenge in the future, I hope you will be more tolerant.

Anyway, I still hope you will pay more attention to the following chapters.

——After reading your discussion on the plot of non-revenge, although the tone is a bit intense, I can still understand the main points of what you said.In fact, the reason why the protagonist ran away was very simple. If he couldn't defeat him, he would take revenge in ten years. (Although it’s a bit frustrating for me, the author, to explain the development of the plot...)

The second question is whether I intentionally disgust people... I arranged the plot, but I really didn't want to disgust people. If you are dissatisfied with the plot, please raise it without changing the outline. I will make changes to the details - after all, if you want to read a book, you must have fun reading it. I really don't mean to disgust you... I hope you can have fun reading the following chapters...

Chapter 61: Desert

——After deciding on the target, Mercer called the wolfdogs and embarked on the journey to the volcano.

When leaving, he turned his head and glanced in the direction behind him, touched the wounds on his body that had not yet healed, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

Four years later, he admitted that he had let down his guard, and the majestic power in his body made him forget the abilities of these terrifying group of upright apes.

Poison, crossbows, cannons...if I hadn't relied on [Regeneration] to survive in the end, I might really have been killed.

This is just his first battle with humans. God knows what other black technologies they can come up with. They might come in bombers next time.

He must be more cautious, and similarly, he must also have the most basic understanding of the humans in this world...

But before that, you must make yourself stronger.

Mercer thought and looked at the wolves and dogs again.

——After passing through the white snow, you will climb a high mountain, which seems to have turned into a barrier, dividing the area between the forest and the desert.

The journey from the forest to the desert is very long. Although it only takes a few hours at the flying speed of Mercer, for them, it may not be possible to complete it in a few days, let alone spend it. You can reach the volcano only after crossing a long desert.

So, he began to count them with a scrutinizing gaze, which made the wolfdogs feel chills down their spines for some unknown reason.

There are seven wolfdogs in total, three big ones, two pregnant women and two cubs.

Just barely.

After considering this, Mercer reached out his hand and grabbed them.

Each limb has a claw, and its tail wraps around three of them.Mercer spread his wings and flew amid the screams of the wolves and dogs.

Well, the tail can't assist balance so it doesn't fly smoothly, but it's not worth mentioning to Mercer, it's just that they don't know.

——The scenery of the forest passed quickly before my eyes, the familiar scenery gradually became unfamiliar, and the smell of gravel came from the wind blowing against my face.

Mercer flapped his wings again, rushing up the mountain as his speed increased, and then flew high into the sky without stopping.

After spreading its wings and hovering in the air for a while, Mercer swooped down again.

The wolves and dogs began to struggle violently, but in the face of Mercer's power, everything was in vain.

When their screams became hoarse, the golden gravel appeared in front of his eyes.

The huge wings spread out, and Mercer's vertical movements suddenly stopped, and his body slowly fell down as if it had opened a parachute.

He released the wolves and dogs when they were three or four meters away from the ground.

There was a sharp contrast between the violent movement and the final stillness. The wolf-dogs curled up on the ground, opened their mouths to spit out gastric juice, and did not recover for a long time.

Mercer ignored them and threw them here, while he flew high into the sky again, looking for a place to perch.

He did not go to the volcano immediately, but decided to live here for a while.

Because contrary to what Mercer thought, the creatures in the desert were not actually rare. On the contrary, because of the wide field of vision, they seemed to be more numerous than in the forest.

But volcanoes are different. Just thinking about it, you know that there can't be many living things there.

So for the sake of his own food, he needs to let this group of wolf dogs adapt to this desert area and let them hunt food for him when he goes to the volcano.

He looked around, sensing everything around him.

There was no snow in this area but it was still cold, but since there was direct sunlight during the day it was manageable.

But once night comes, the chill will probably be even colder than the snow in the forest.

Therefore, for the current habitat, it is necessary to find a place that can protect it from wind and sand.

Secondly, it needs to be close to a water source.

However, Mercer also discovered that this area was different from the forest—perhaps because the forest was too densely populated. The creatures in that area were generally not very big, and there were very few that exceeded ten meters in size.

The desert was different. Mercer saw a group of creatures here that were similar to herbivorous dragon subspecies. Their carapace was thicker and harder, and their tails and heads also had aggressive thorns.

And their size generally reaches 15 meters.

Just when Mercer was about to dive down and have a big meal, the gravel on the ground suddenly shook.

A bloody mouth opened from the ground, and the specific figure could not be seen clearly, but the mouth alone was more than ten meters long, swallowing the surrounding sand together with the herbivorous dragon.

Mercer stopped and watched the big guy's movements with interest.

After swallowing a large amount of food, the big mouth closed, and then the body began to crawl, and part of the body was exposed.

——It was a centipede-like creature, with its densely packed limbs crawling on the sand, and then quickly burrowing into the ground.

Mercer couldn't see how big it was specifically, but it would at least be no less than 50 meters long.

After feeling it leave, Mercer dropped down and began to feast.

He had eaten very little recently, and coupled with the consumption of nutrients by his body's [regeneration], he completely let go of his belly this time, allowing the digestive juices in his stomach to accelerate the digestion of large pieces of flesh and blood.

The smell of blood floated in the air, and while Mercer was eating heavily, there was another slight vibration in the ground.

Mercer paused for a moment while eating, then immediately grabbed the food by his mouth and jumped up, spreading his wings and floating in the air.

Just where he was standing, a big pit appeared, and the two pliers fell into the air with a crisp sound.

Mercer did not attack immediately, but waited for a while to learn about the new creature in this new area before killing it.

The sand and gravel slowly shook off his back, and what appeared in front of Mercer was a 20-meter-long crab-like creature.

It has dark brown skin and two pairs of huge pincers. Judging from the collision sound just now, it is probably quite powerful.

It carries a huge carapace on its back, which looks like a hill. From this point of view, it is somewhat similar to a hermit crab, but from Mercer's observation, it is inferred that these carapace are actually part of its body.

Seeing that the sneak attack failed, the crab looked at Mercer in the sky and began to use its pincers to grab the sand and stuff it into its mouth.

Just when Mercer was wondering what it was doing, the crab lowered its body and pointed the tip of the hill on its back at Mercer.

boom!

——A large amount of sand was shot out from the tip of the hill on its back. The sand and stone exploded instantly after being compressed in the crab's body. Like a shotgun, it showed unexpected power to Mercer.

If he hadn't used the herbivorous dragon corpse in front of him as a defense in time, I'm afraid this unexpected blow would have damaged his body.

Chapter 62: Volcano

Mercer was still not in a hurry to attack, but continued to circle around with it for a while. When the crab was about to dive back into the ground, he threw the herbivorous dragon corpse in front of it.

When the herbivorous dragon corpse blocked the guy's sight, Mercer swooped down, then turned around deftly, and slapped its thick tail across its carapace.

But with the crisp sound of "dang", Mercer discovered that there was no damage at all on the crab's carapace.

At the same time, this crab was not able to move sideways as Mercer imagined. It moved its limbs and rushed straight towards Mercer.

Mercer was not afraid at all and flew forward, slapping his palm with its carapace.

In terms of strength, at least Mercer did not lose to any creature in this aspect.

boom--

A dull sound sounded. Under Mercer's astonishing strength, the crab's forward movement was stopped. The crab that was twice as big as him was knocked to the ground by him.

Spreading his wings and slowly landing aside, Mercer looked at the flapping crab legs and subconsciously licked his mouth.

......

It was another gluttonous feast. In the past, Mercer never had any leftover food, but this time, he really couldn't eat any more.

He licked his mouth with satisfaction, looked at the vultures flying in the sky, and left the place leaving the wreckage on the ground.

He flew back to the wolfdogs. After a period of rest, they had recovered. After seeing Mercer's arrival, they surrounded him.

Mercer looked at Lika, who was the leader. Black lines could be vaguely seen under its blood-red fur. It seemed that its body had undergone rapid changes due to inhaling a large amount of Mercer's scale powder.