The snake dragon's wings flapped steadily and powerfully, and this flying species was considered a large man in the group, and the color of the scale armor was dark and purple, which stood out against the dark green background of the swamp. Despite being firmly encased in a hook under its feet, and the object dangling from the hook almost the same as its own weight, the monster's flight did not slow down in the slightest.

Feng Chen's hands were climbing on the hook, the soles of his feet dangling only a few meters from the ground, and his body swayed with the undulation of the snake dragon's wings. The hunting grounds were covered with thick fog and mud, and trying to find a safe route into the inner swamp outside of the union's records would have taken dozens of hunters months of hard work, and the defector hunters did not have the time or need to do so.

The Wyvern walked for another half an hour, its wings short, and slowly skirted a slightly taller jungle of thin trees, and the fog around it became thicker and thicker. Feng Chen's arms were a little sore, he let go of a hand, his shoulders moved slightly, and a series of slight bone explosions sounded in his ears.

Before the young hunter could relax his other arm, the snake dragon above his head suddenly howled violently. The monster's body shuddered violently, as if it had hit its head against an invisible wall. The tail and long neck of the flying species worked together to make a rapid half-circle in the air, fluttering its wings, and without hesitation, it fled towards the way it came.

"Ugh-" The monster's claws loosened, and the hook was thrown off heavily. Caught off guard, he fell from mid-air and fell into a shallow puddle with a thud.

Winter is coming to an end, and it's still bitterly cold in the Everglades. The young hunter rolled around in the mud and was already soaking wet. Dusty crawled out of the puddle trembling, his hunting suit covered in marsh, the icy pool water burrowing through the collar into the lining of his armor, and he sneezed heavily, his upper and lower teeth clucking.

Something that can make the tame snake dragon fear is probably in the depths of the dense fog in front of him. Ignoring the muddy water that had not yet been completely wiped off, the eyes of the defecting hunters could not wait to cast their eyes towards the interior of the hunting ground. The dragon's vision spread into the distance, and the surroundings were empty, not only were there no traces of lord-level predators, not even ordinary low-level monsters were nowhere to be seen.

This confirmed the hunter's speculation even more, Feng Chen rubbed his cheeks that were red from the cold, put his hands in front of his mouth into a trumpet shape, and shouted loudly: "Naziqi! I know you're here! ”

The exhaled water vapor churned into beautiful lines in the air, and the dragonwhisperer's voice didn't travel far before it dissipated into the mist of water. In terms of the information given by the nameless senior, the territory of Xia Long has expanded a few points compared to before. It was still some distance away from the place where the Dust Sealing Festival was commissioned, and the concentration of the fog far exceeded that of the other hunting grounds in the Swamp, like a sign that said "No Idlers Enter", making even the most powerful predators stay away from it.

"Kasumi Dragon!" The defecting hunter's shout took on the majesty of a dragon's voice, "You still recognize me, do you?" ”

With the convenience of "hidden" talent, if Oonazqi is unwilling to be found, even the exploration of the dragon's cavity can be easily dodged by it. Fortunately, even when the real dragon was sleeping, he knew everything about the situation in every corner of the territory. Feng Dust shouted again in the broken dragon language, hoping to draw some attention from the eyes in the depths of the hunting grounds, but minutes passed, and there was still calm in the fog.

The Dragonwhisperer shrunk his shoulders and rubbed his hands and stomped his feet against the maggot-like chill of the tarsal bones. Just as the hunter was about to give up, a low, violent beast roar suddenly came from the mist, and the puddles around him rippled, and the ground shook slightly with the heavy footsteps of the monster. The mysterious monster ran extremely fast, and before the dragon cavity could lock on to the other party, a huge figure rushed out of the fog barrier.

The sharp horns on the top of the monster's head rose straight up, and its thick hind legs spanned a distance of nearly ten meters with a single jump. It spread its arms in mid-air and swooped down on the young hunter Tarzan. Feng Chen's heart was in a hurry, and he hurriedly dodged to the side, but the ground of the hunting ground was muddy, and the dragon whisperer's feet slipped, and he was caught in his hand by the long arm of the mysterious giant beast.

"Hiss......"

Feng Chen only felt that the sky was spinning for a while, but he did not wait for the ensuing attack. The hunter opened his eyes, and his arms were clearly covered in golden hair, and he fell into a huge soft felt as if he had thrown his head up, and his body was warm, and the hunting suit stained with mud and water was instantly half dry.

The golden beast rolled over, unloading the power of the jump, before looking at the trophy in its arms. It let out a pleasant cry of "whine" in its throat, and its head came to the side of the dragon whisperer, sticking out its tongue and licking the young man's cheek with joy.

"Alright...... Daikin! Damn it...... What did you eat? The monster's mouth was stinking and sloppy, and it tossed the hunter's freshly wiped armor into a mess. Feng Chen struggled again and again, avoiding the intimacy of the Golden Retriever Beast King, but his entire body was trapped in the arms of the monster, where could he hide? It wasn't until the young hunter was drenched with saliva that the toothed beast was content to let go of his old friend. You Zi couldn't stop jumping around the young hunter, and there was a burst of joy and kindness in the dragon's cavity: "Friend...... Friend—"

"yes, Daikin, long time no see!" Feng Chen grabbed one of the giant ape's arms and wiped the saliva from its golden fur. The defector looked up, a smile on his face for the first time in months, "I didn't expect you to be here. ”

The appearance of the ivory beast species was different from what the hunter remembered, the monster had grown a lot taller, and the horned golden retriever on the top of the head, which symbolized the lord, was also well kept. The fluff on Dajin's belly had long since faded, and it was covered by a layer of fine and thick brown-black scale armor, on which the claw marks after the battle could still be faintly seen. The hunter slapped the golden retriever's shy belly twice, and the swollen belly rippled like a lake.

The Golden Retriever was poisoned by the dragon pulp at the challenge sacrifice, but with the help of the Xia Dragon, he accidentally broke the shackles of rank by relying on the willpower of the lone species. After the festival is over, the swampy area on the outskirts of the arena is designated as the kingdom's regular hunting ground, and a toothed beast that ignores the laws will sooner or later attract the attention of the guild. However, Daikin is, after all, one of the few monsters in the swamp that can stay by the ancient dragon species for a long time. It has survived unharmed, and it seems to have a stable territory, to which the Xialong must have played a major role.

"Mushroom...... Mushroom...... Water! As if remembering something, the lone wanderer leaned over to the hunter, stretched out its paws, and pointed to its mouth, and a childish babbling sound came from the dragon's cavity.

Feng Chen smiled apologetically, raised his hand and scratched the soft hair under the giant ape's neck: "I'm sorry, Dajin, I have a chance to make it for you to eat again, not this time, I can't stay on this hunting ground for too long—have you seen Naziqi?" I have something to say to it. ”

"You shouldn't be here."

As soon as the young hunter's words fell, a familiar and unemotional voice came from the cranial cavity. The Dragonwhisperer removed his hand from the golden retriever's jaw, his senses spread out in all directions, and his right hand subconsciously reached for the weapon behind his waist.

Before Feng Chen's hand touched the hilt of the sword, he felt a chill on his wrist, and his arm was violently knocked away by a whip. The whip nimbly flew back and forth over the hunter's body, untying the dragon whisperer's backpack and waist bag without saying a word. The whip "horn" thumped, and before the young man could react, he snatched everything that could be called a weapon from him, along with the parts of the "flying man" and the hook and claw on his waist.

"Nazqi...... It took me a lot of effort to get to the Swamp! Feng Chen's body was light, and he spread his hands helplessly in the direction of the long tongue, "Long time no see, do you want to welcome friends like this?" ”

The fog surged rapidly, and the visibility around the young hunter dropped to within three meters of each other. The surging mist seemed to come to life, swirling around Dust and Daikin. The dragon whisperer kept waving his hand to disperse the moisture in front of him, and a huge purple horn suddenly broke through the wall of qi, and appeared in front of the young man with the scaly head of the Xia Dragon.

"All those who have killed the True Dragons are our enemies." Horn pointed at the tip of the hunter's nose, Nazqi's round eyes stared straight at the human in front of him, and the emotions coming from the dragon's cavity were clearly cold and hostile, "Or do you think I don't know what happened in the desert?" ”

"Hey...... Feed! Seeing the continuous approach of the giant horn of the ancient dragon race, a layer of sweat appeared on Feng Chen's forehead for a moment, and he took two steps back, "Okay! Damn it...... It seems that in your mind, we are not as familiar as I thought. ”

The dragon's undisguised anger made Feng Chen suddenly remember that the guy in front of him was not an ordinary old friend who had been absent for a long time, but a moody natural disaster. Exposed to the real dragon power, the hunter fell headlong into an ice cave, and he hurriedly said, "You're right, you're a real dragon, and of course you can't hide anything from you on the Thundering Sand Sea!" But if you really have such omniscient omnipotence, you should also know that I was unintentional at that time, right? ”

"I don't care—" Xia Long bit the four words hard, "no matter what the excuse is, the one who kills the real dragon is the enemy." Besides......" The monitor lizard's mouth opened and closed for a while, and its long whip-like tongue poked out slightly, spitting out a white bony one-handed sword from its stomach and hanging it in front of the hunter's eyes, "You brought it to the swamp just to kill me, right?" ”

"Of course not!" The Dragon Whisperer said silently. was just stared at by those eyes, as if he was going to suffocate to death in the next second, "I don't worry about handing over that weapon to anyone...... I've been carrying it with me ever since. ”

Equipment, made of ancient dragon materials, like dragon rifles, has always been firmly controlled by the guild and the royal family. At least as far as Feng Chen knows, in addition to the magical armor of the unknown predecessor, the only thing that has been circulated is the short sword in his hand. Not everyone in the Hunters' Guild can be trusted, and Master Anfi would rather see the weapon die with the dust than risk letting it spread into the Guild's system.

Feeling the lingering suspicion in the other party's heart, Feng Chen patted his chest and said in an aggravated tone: "I didn't have any hostility when I came to the swamp this time...... You've got a dragon cavity, you should be able to see it! He tried to show his mind unreservedly in Oonazchi's vision: "I just have some problems......"

"I know what you're asking," the true dragon's long purple horns jerked forward, revealing a thick fog beyond its neck, "Most of the true dragons in the New World are sleeping in what you humans call 'dangerous places'. And those who are not asleep—as long as you carry the remains of my kindred for a day, don't try to hear from me. ”

With that, the ancient dragon flicked his tongue and threw the bone dagger wrapped around the tip of his tongue far away. The bone blade swirled and disappeared into the depths of the dense fog, and a faint sound of falling water was heard in a few moments.

"Naziqi! The moment I saw you, I knew it was real. Feng Chen dodged the tongue whip that attacked from his side, calmed down, and said earnestly, "But I am not the only one who knows the contract, there are people on this continent who are hunting real dragons, I want to ......"

"You can't protect anyone, just like right now, all you can bring to the Swamp is destruction." Oonazchi interrupted irritably, "You are still alive because you don't have any bad intentions in your heart at this moment—leave, my realm does not accept dragon slayers." ”

The defecting hunter wanted to say something, but he only felt a void in the cranial cavity, and Naziqi had unilaterally severed the connection between humans and dragons. The natural calamity took a deep breath, and the churning wall of fog around it turned into the most primitive mist, and the wisps merged into the scale armor of the ancient dragon species. After the thick fog, the monster had already turned around at some point, exposing its tail and back in front of the dust, and walked towards the depths of the swamp, leaving only the young hunter standing blankly where he was.

After walking about twenty steps, Xia Long slowly turned his head, his round eyes glaring at Feng Chen, who had not yet left: "These days, I have remembered some things. The owner of that dagger is an outlier in our kind. You used it to slaughter a real dragon, and now its remains are both incriminating evidence and a spark. If you really want to atone for the sins of the True Dragons, you may still have a chance to take it with you. ”

"Hey! You just threw it away! If that's the case, at least give it back to me, huh? Feng Chen turned his head and looked desperately at the wide swamp behind him. There were dozens of puddles of various sizes strewn across the area, and God knows which of them the dagger fell into. In cold weather, the search for a weapon in such a large area of water is tantamount to a long torture for a young hunter.

"That's your own business." Naziqi's aftermath slowly dissipated in the ears of the dragon whisperer, "Also, if you dare to use the dragon language, I will find it and throw it farther away." ”