Xishubu, the hunting ground where the hunters of the north were silent when they heard it, but they unconsciously talked about it secretly in private. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The reason why it is called the "Ministry" rather than the hunting ground that is now divided into ecoregions is because this defensive site was established long before visitors from the Old World set foot on the New World. The ancient indigenous people of the continent established a tribal settlement here, not because of its abundant resources, but on the contrary, because it had the worst living conditions on the whole continent that could be reached by manpower.

Even without human destruction, the desert is eroding the fertile land of the East at a rate of eight square kilometers per day, especially in winter and spring. If it weren't for the sages of the New World who died in the soil, planting trees day and night, and fighting against nature, perhaps the noble peoples of the Old World would have found only the sand of the entire continent when they set foot on this soil.

But the sinister nature of Xishu is not only its desert.

The harsh environment of the sand sea has given birth to a number of fierce and violent monsters, especially a monster called "Submarine Dragon". Although the dive dragon is an ichthyosaurus, it can run wild in the desert at will. The monster has a streamlined body like a fish and can float in the desert at will. It is about a dozen meters long, but its mouth occupies a quarter of its entire body, and its powerful bite and sharp teeth allow it to bite and swallow even rocks, not to mention the flesh and blood of humans.

On top of that, this monster is a total social animal, and every time it is observed by humans, there must be at least ten or more of them. About ten large predators can be called beast tides, and the submarine dragon is therefore called the "wandering beast tide" in the Xishu department.

Most of the hunters who live in this hunting ground have to come here because of accidents or life difficulties. Compared with the pursuit of the enemy and the imprisonment, some outlaws are more willing to burn their last lives in the fight against monsters, in order to obtain the safety of a posthumous name and the family behind them. The composition of the hunters stationed in the Xishu Department is complex, and they have developed a more unruly and dissolute character in the poor mountains and bad waters, which makes it difficult for ordinary hunters to approach, so few people come to deal with them.

But today, there is a man in the barracks of the Xishu Department.

There was no one guarding outside the barracks, there were no living people in the settlement area for hundreds of kilometers, and the patrol and defense teams were always in a state of understaffing, so there was no one to do the work of guarding the barracks. The blue-armored man easily walked into the camp and made his way through the path between the rows of sand huts, trying to figure out which was the camp director's room.

"Anyone?" The old hunter shouted.

He shouted a few more times, but saw a man lying on his stomach beside a well that was almost dry. The man's hair was thinner, his teeth were yellow, and he was frustrated that the results of the two draws had not yet filled half of the tank. Hearing the footsteps of the visitor, he took two sharp steps back, looking at each other vigilantly with a pair of cloudy and sinister eyes.

"Hello, are you the one who speaks here?" The other party raised his hands and quickly explained, "My airship has made a forced landing in the sea of sand, can you rest here for a while?" ”

"Go back, hunter, this is not the place for you to stay." The hunchbacked man said with a puff of smoke.

"I'm not going to bother here for too long." The blue-armored hunter stubbornly said, "I have sent a signal to the nearest hunters' union, and the rescue ship will arrive soon." ”

"Do you see these sand huts?" The hunchbacked man pointed casually, "These are all newly covered in the past half a month." Beneath our feet is the path of a group of submersible dragons, who will pass by in less than two days, crushing anything they can eat on the way. Even if you're not afraid of death, I'm too lazy to pack up a pool of blood. ”

"I'm a hunter." The guest licked his parched lips, "If there's a real danger here, I think I can still help." ”

The hunchbacked man looked up and down, and saw that the other party's words did not seem to be fake, so his eyes softened: "You really don't know where this is?" ”

"I know, but I don't care." The man in blue armor reached out, "My name is Hard, a three-star hunter. ”

The hunchbacked man rubbed his palm against the dirty armor, "Call me Old Jack, you can stay, but you can go as early as you can, it's not that you are not welcome, the danger here is indeed beyond the limit of what you can imagine." ”

The two big hands clasped in the air and parted, and Old Jack casually pointed to a sand hut: "No, you will live there for the time being, there is nothing in the room, if you need it, go to the warehouse in the middle of the camp to get it." But don't get your hopes up, you only eat dry meat and wine, and your armor is only standard, which is not as good as this set of guys on your body, but there are a lot of bedding, just don't stink. ”

Old Harder responded one by one, he experienced the crash of the airship, and walked dozens of kilometers to get here, he was already physically and mentally exhausted, and he couldn't wait to lie down in any place where he could sleep to replenish his energy. Just as he was about to move his steps into the sand hut allocated to him, there was a kick outside the camp, and it seemed that a group of hunters had returned from patrol.

"Old Jack! Prepare water and gauze! Three ears are going to die! "Four hunters rushed in, but one of them was carried into the camp. The unlucky man's abdomen was opened by a sharp blade-like weapon, and he spasmed before he lost consciousness.

"Hell! Can't you be careful? As he spoke, the rickety hunter tore off a handful of dried gauze from the hanger, picked up the bucket and ran towards the returning team, "The shark tide is coming in three days, and we can't afford to lose any of our combat strength!" ”

"While we were on patrol, we spotted a small group of submariners - only three cubs, presumably out of their parents' shelter and running out to play. The three-eared brother wanted to see closer, but he didn't expect to be discovered by these beasts. It was a thin young man who spoke, "I'm sorry, I couldn't stop him." ”

"Little white face, it's not your problem." Old Jack took out a hand and patted the young man on the shoulder while bandaging, "The life of the three ears is his own, and no one can stop him from doing anything." Come on, hold me down here! ”

The young man tried to raise his hand, but tried twice but didn't. He looked over his shoulder, and found that there had been a deep cut at some point, and the flesh was a terrible blur.

"Forget it, Cannon, here you come!" Old Jack waved his hand when he saw this, and threw a bandage to the young man, "You get out of the way, don't get in the way." ”

The young man was not surprised by Old Jack's attitude, and he took the bandage himself, skillfully drew the needle and thread from the belt of the hunting suit, knotted it with his tongue, gritted his teeth, and plunged into the wound in his shoulder.

"Uncle Jack - hiss - there's a guest in the camp?" Although his voice was slightly distorted by the pain, he asked as if nothing had happened.

"Well, there's a city guy, right in that room, what's wrong?" The rickety hunter said with a blank face as he roughly groomed the wounded man's wounds.

The young man did not reply.

He stopped his needle and thread, looked up, and looked at the door of a newly built sand hut.

The man at the door was also looking at him.

"Uncle Hard?"

"Are you...... Seal Manyun? (To be continued.) )