Volume 1: The Land of the Dead Chapter 135: The Flying Dragon Hunt (3)
All the people are soldiers?......
After listening to Gilson's slightly meaningful words, Roger took a closer look, and then noticed that the group of ordinary camp residents who he regarded as melon-eating people were at least professionals who had stepped into the apprenticeship stage, and many of them were first-order people.
And the previous few who exposed their breath, but they were the weakest among them, presumably it should be the first time to observe such an exhibition game, seeing the two-legged flying dragon rushing towards him, he didn't hold back for a while, and then he subconsciously exposed his breath.
After figuring out the strength of Camp Aukin, while his father was by his side, Roger simply asked his own questions.
"And Daddy, how come I never had the impression that there is still this kind of activity in our camp? Although the Wyverns are not as scarce and hard to find as the dragons, they will not fly to a place like the Endless Sea where birds don't, right?"
With the long-lasting cheers of the melon-eating crowd echoing in his ears, Gilson shook his head and said, "This happened after Arcane Dusk, and you disappeared from the island for three hundred years, of course, we don't know the specific cause of this phenomenon. ”
"The only thing that is certain is that from the beginning of a certain cycle of seasons after Arcane Dusk, at the beginning of each trade wind moon, hordes of wyverns will migrate from the depths of the Endless Sea to the vicinity of Alexia and attempt to establish a territory on the island. ”
"The migrating Wyvern initially caused a certain amount of turmoil on the island, after all, this was a group of large lizards above the average second order, and only me and the high priest of the Holy Clan at that time could barely cope with it on the island. ”
Speaking of this, Gilson raised his eyebrows and pointed to the Holy Clan Sanctuary on the cliff behind him, "At the most critical time, Alexia was invaded by most of the big lizards, and even the nest of the Silver Holy Clan was occupied and built into a dragon's nest. ”
"However, after the silver saint clan's lost technology recovered, with the help of those 'black technologies', the situation slowly improved, as for holding such an exhibition match, it was all in recent years. ”
"Every time the migratory dragon group has some 'vanguard', this lone bipedal wyvern belongs to this kind of flying relatively fast, we will capture them, just in time for the group of bunnies to practice their hands, after all, fighting the wyvern is not the same as hunting the sea clan. ”
Listening to Gilson's narration of the reason, Roger looked back with deep eyes, which was the direction of the pancontinent, as if his gaze could be on the life of the distant continent.
"It's Arcane Dusk again, and the woman Fina didn't know what she said last time, and she was most annoyed by this kind of person who spoke around the corner....... Alas, it seems necessary to make a trip to the north. ”
Seeing Roger in a daze, Gilson didn't know that this kid had wandered, so he grabbed Roger's ear and asked sharply, "Also, where did you run away a few days ago?"
"Huh? Actually, I ....... Went on a trip, well, traveled to go. Being tugged at the ear, Roger came back to his senses with a confused face.
"Needless to explain, that little girl Tina has already moved into our Aujin camp, and it just so happens that High Priest Gegrul and High Chief Aru are here to watch our military training performance, you can ...... Let's take a look. Ignoring the stinky boy, Gilson dragged Roger to the schoolyard.
And this head, as soon as he heard Gilson's first half of the sentence, Roger's cold sweat flowed down.
I'm going to suffer, how did I forget that there is still this stubble, why did that little girl live in by herself, this time the police uncle really won't let him go, why doesn't the boss continue to send me a few more tasks?
"Let's go meet High Priest Gegrul first, I warn you not to play tricks this time, or it won't be a fat beating. ”
This time, Gilson plans to keep an eye on Roger, a guy who loves to run away, and not give him a chance to intervene, these days the situation in the pan-continent seems to be calm, but Gilson, who has a keen sense of smell, can always smell a dangerous atmosphere, and the more times like this, the more important the stability within Alexia.
"Got it, Daddy, you're the most verbose. With a bitter face, he should accept his father's opinion, but Roger was still worried about his mission report that he didn't know how to write.
"Lord Gilson, Lord Mentor. ”
At this moment, a gentle female voice came from the side, and the father and son, who had their own concerns, turned their heads at the same time, and saw Lilith bowing beside her.
A few minutes ago, Lilith, who had completed the formalities, was about to look for Roger, and happened to see Gilson squeezing out of the crowd to talk to Roger, so she simply stayed aside, and did not disturb the communication between father and son, until she saw the end of the 'friendly' exchange between the two.
"Oh, it's Miss Lilith, good morning, this kid should have been brought back to camp, hard work. ”
Glancing at the young man who had shrunk himself into a turtle, Gilson put on a hearty smile and stabbed Roger next to him with his fist.
Roger pursed his lips and looked suspiciously at Gilson's familiar greeting to Lilith, and it could be seen that Lilith was indeed very likable, and it was not easy for even someone who hated magicians like this old man to be taken down by this chick.
The breeze blew, Lilith brushed the green silk raised by her sideburns, smiled softly and shook her head: "Lord Gilson, you are serious, although Mentor Roger's sudden appearance on the commercial street did cause some commotion, but it was quickly explained clearly, and it was not troublesome or troublesome." ”
At this moment, a sharp whistle sounded on the school grounds, and it sounded as if the pirates had already cleaned up the battlefield, and the crowd of onlookers began to move out in a chaotic stream.
If the three of you stand here and chat again, you won't be squeezed anywhere, after all, no one will care if you are the boss of the island at this time.
"As it happens, Miss Lilith, I am going over there with this stinky boy to meet with the High Priest, and High Priest Gegrul seems to have something to consult you, so Miss Lilith should come with you. ”
Originally, Lilith planned to pull Roger directly to find Sister Alley, but now that Gilson had spoken, and it was not an urgent matter on his side, she naturally agreed, and the three of them hurriedly bypassed the surging crowd and walked to the other end of the school field.
In the crowded schoolyard, the corpses of the dead bipedal wyvern were piled up like a small mountain, and under it, dark red blood trickled to the ground, making a stabbing sound, and the high priest of Gegrul was crouching on the ground, taking a small bottle and carefully collecting the dragon's blood with strong corrosiveness.
The ground shook again, and the splash of blood corroded a few holes in Gegrul's clothes, and the old man threw his head back and blew his beard and shouted, "Chief Aru, please don't move, if you don't collect it quickly, it won't work." ”
The foul-looking Arugao was trying to break open the bipedal wyvern's mouth, as if to study how the wyvern spewed dragon flames.
So, when Roger came over, he saw such a scene.
"High Chief Arugao, High Priest Gegrul, I haven't seen you for many days, don't come unharmed. ”
Although Gilson didn't seem so reluctant to pull Roger over, as soon as he faced Grull, Roger skillfully pretended to be unfathomable.
Although Roger's voice is not loud, it is very recognizable, and Gegrul, who was originally facing away from Roger, suddenly jumped up from the ground, looking like an old man who is not at all like an old man, Roger feels that in the future, this old man and Usuglu must have a common language in terms of health.
As if feeling that his image did not match his identity as a priest, Grull hurriedly put the small bottle containing dragon blood into his pocket, wiped his hands on the placket of his clothes, and then returned the salute: "Lord Roger, Gui'an." ”
Seeing that the head of Arugao beside him was still in the wyvern's mouth, and he didn't care about the rancid smell in it, Gegrul quietly kicked the big chief, causing the big man to hurriedly pull his head out.
"High Priest, what are you doing just to take your ....... Ah, Mistress Gilson, and Mistress Roger, I'm sorry. Startled by Gegrul, Arugao's head poked out of the mouth of the bipedal wyvern, and he was about to complain, but when he saw the few familiar little dots in front of Gegrul, he looked at it and immediately became a tone.
Although this two-legged wyvern has been dead for a long time, those corrosive dragon blood still flowed non-stop, flowing to Roger's feet, Roger slightly let go, and then responded with a smile: "Two Gui'an, didn't you already say it last time at the dinner, don't be so polite....... Did the High Priest collect these Wyvern blood to prepare the potions?"
"Lord Roger's guess is right, although these Wyvern blood contains corrosive toxins, but after being processed and boiled with some other herbs, they can be made into herbs, which can treat burns caused by Wyvern Dragon Breath, although it is not as good as the magic potions made by magicians, but it is still enough to deal with ordinary burns. ”
Sensing Roger's interest in the bottles and cans, Grull looked down and rummaged through the leather bag around his waist for a while before handing Roger a small swarthy bottle.
"There are so many black technologies, can't they be replaced with glass bottles, but there is still a bit of primitive tribe appearance in this aspect. Taking the small bottle, Roger pried open the seal, unexpectedly, these herbs were not the slimy mass that Roger imagined, but a brown powder, Roger took a little bit, and smelled lightly with the pungent fishy smell peculiar to dragon's blood.
"After being burned by dragon inflammation, ordinary medical treatment has no effect, and a large amount of pus and blood will ooze from the burn wound, and making herbal medicine into powder can also close the wound to the greatest extent. Gruul patiently explained.
Carefully pouring the precious herbs back into the small bottle, Roger said: "I didn't expect that High Priest Gegrul would have such a deep study of herbalism, but I don't know if High Priest will treat frostbite?"
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