Primary forests.

Rainy night.

Giant trees up to 100 meters high completely obscured the moonlight.

The rushing water flows down from the canopy of the giant tree, and it looks less like rain than a waterfall.

Small waterfalls cascade down the forest.

Eventually shallow puddles form in the lowlands of the humus zone.

The puddles soon became ponds.

There was silence all around.

On the diagonal branches above a pond is the nest of a giant blue harrier.

The original owner of the nest is nowhere to be found.

Crawling inside at the moment was a hunter in disguise.

The cold raindrops hit him, making a small and pleasant sound.

But he remained motionless, his eyes fixed on the front.

Over there.

There is an open-air nest.

There are more than twenty large elliptical spheres in the nest.

That's the Brontosaurus' egg!

Near the lair, there is a low mountain pack that is not common in the primeval forest.

Same as the lurking hunters.

Regardless of the wind and rain, the low mountain bag is still unmoving.

A lively demonized squirrel jumped over the mountain bag.

Confirm that there is no obstacle ahead.

It cheerfully whistled to the rear.

Soon.

Hundreds of squirrels jumped in the rain.

The scene is very novel.

The hunter held his breath and raised his vigilance.

But until all the squirrels had crossed the low hill, there was no unusual movement.

The rain was even heavier.

……

"It's been raining for five days."

Roger pursed his lips, his expression slightly grim.

Although he had deliberately avoided the small waterfall flowing down from the giant tree, the humid air was still frantically diluting the unique "camouflage" on his body-

It was a mixture of Brontosaurus' feces and urine.

The taste is rushing.

But Roger eats and lives.

As a good monster hunter, this is a must-do.

A week ago.

He led the team of horned demons into the primeval forest, and it didn't take long to find traces of the Brontosaurus's activity.

Under the track of the ultimate hunter.

He found the lair.

The twenty-odd dragon eggs in the lair made him salivate.

But the rockery next to the dragon egg reminded him.

It's not just dragon eggs.

It's even more bait.

Ben Thunder Dragon's cunning far surpasses that of ordinary monsters.

Although they are already at the top of the niche of the primary forest, they do not hunt their prey directly, but choose a more energy-saving mode of leisurely work.

This pattern doesn't quite fit the rules of superpredators.

But in Mystra, anything is possible.

Say.

The place where bones are buried is obviously a wasteland.

But at its southern end, there was a primeval forest full of giant trees and giant monsters.

This in itself is something that cannot be explained by common sense.

All Roger can do is accept this setting.

Then, through careful observation, find out the flaws of the Ben Thunder Dragon.

For now.

These dragon eggs are the biggest flaw.

But this is also the bait that the female Brontosaurus deliberately released for the greedy.

In this deep jungle.

The identities of predator and prey are always in a delicate dynamic equilibrium.

Until the last moment, no one knows who will kill the deer.

……

Ben Brontosaurus is very patient.

The same goes for Roger.

But the problem is that once the smell on his body is gone, there is a danger of revealing the location!

"Wait another half day."

Roger silently counted the time.

The rain was falling.

Early in the morning, a group of dreadclaws arrived.

They probed for a moment near the Brontosaurus' lair.

In the end, he ran away alertly.

The female Ben Thunder Dragon is still motionless.

Around noon.

The smell dissipated to the point where it was almost inaudible.

Roger silently crawled away from the giant blue harrier's lair.

……

The egg-stealing scheme was declared bankrupt.

Roger was not discouraged.

He came to a makeshift camp six kilometres away.

The camp was built under the hollow of a giant tree.

Inside that shallow entrance.

It is a particularly open underground space.

Compared to the cold of the surface.

It's warm and humid.

A large conference room in the camp.

There are also two dozen small rooms.

Industrious horned demons avoid the soft humus layer as they dig.

It was dug directly into the hard soil layer about 30 meters underground.

This ensures both the safety and comfort of the temporary camp.

Back at camp, Roger quickly changed his clothes.

The servants were gathered.

"How's the work going in the valley?"

He asked.

A middle-aged horned demon with a broken horn replied in a lame lingua franca:

"Already...... Done. ”

He was Roger's appointed captain named Ugu.

The reason for choosing him as captain is simple.

He speaks the lingua franca.

Although only a little.

However, compared with other common language illiteracy, it is already a great advantage for employment.

"Good."

Roger nodded:

"At the moment, Plan A has failed, and I am ready to execute Plan B."

"But if I start Plan B, I need 1 brave man, the kind that can be sacrificed at any time."

"Even though you are only my servants, I still want your opinion."

This is where a contractor differs from a regular summoner.

Contract creatures are more like real companions.

Roger could, of course, order them to die.

But this is not a blood loss for him himself.

The horned demons discussed for a moment.

Finally.

"They are all willing...... Brave ...... As long as it doesn't bleed in vain. ”

Roger didn't say a word.

He took the Warden Armor from the cauldron and threw it on the ground.

"I found someone to change it, and it may still be a little out of place."

"But it's still first-class armor."

Roger pointed to the heavy armor and said:

"The first person to put on it will be the brave man who will challenge the Thunder Dragon head-on."

Let's talk about it.

He strode out of the basement.

Behind him, there was soon the restless sound of horned demons scuffling with each other.

In the dripping sound of dry water.

It's extra pleasing to the ear.

……

Early the next morning.

Ben Thunder Dragon's lair, the canopy of the giant tree species.

Roger was condescending, overlooking the low mountain and the dragon egg, and slowly pulled out two dark purple bottles in his hand.

……

"Hand Tumor Bullet (Fire): Ultra-High Concentration Ignegen Polymer"

[Mana Abundance: 12]

"Throw/Detonate: Within the effective blast radius, the explosion has fixed damage of 240, fire damage of 16/second, and duration of 60s; Decreasing Periphery"

"Producer: Roger and his eternal brother Grey Dwarf"

……

In the next second, he took a deep breath and smashed down one after another at the pile of dragon eggs below!

The earth-shattering sound exploded on the ground.

When the first hand tumor bomb hits the ground.

The "low mountain" moved.

It's a pity that she is too late.

A total of four hand tumor bullets were smashed down.

More than 20 dragon eggs were wiped out in an instant!

"Roar!"

The startled Thunder Dragon made an earth-shattering sound, and Roger's giant tree species was knocked by the roots!

He didn't say a word, turned around and ran!

Tiyun is wide open.

He jumps back and forth between giant tree species.

The data bar has swiped one prompt after another.

……

"You killed 1 Brontosaurus, a total of 26 Brontosaurus."

"You gained 7 XP"

"You have gained a small amount of Attack Modifier: Thunderbolt"

……

"You've destroyed over 2,000 monster eggs, and you've earned a new milestone: Bomb Disposal Master."

……

"What the hell?"

Roger just wanted to complain.

A large mouth of blood suddenly poked up from below.

Time.

Thunder and lightning flew with saliva.

Blood dances with rancidity.

He slammed a double jump, narrowly dodging it.

Then he ran away.

Behind.

The sound of straddle cheering continued to rise.

The massive body of the Thunder Dragon crashed into the giant trees around it.

A great earthquake was sparked in the primeval forest!

……