Lu Xiu opened his eyes, and tiny bloodshot crawled up the whites of his eyes, and his eyes turned scarlet in an instant. An inexplicable momentum rose from the circumference of the specially selected hunters, making the afternoon sun cool too.

In the eyes of the dragonmen, several heavily armed hunters were watching in front of them. The two sides were facing each other, Lu Xiu stood up calmly, but the side with more people was like a great enemy. As they swept over the pair of red pupils, the hunters' weapons trembled slightly as if they had been electrocuted. In just two minutes, everyone's posture for battle changed one after another, and the short hunter led by him was even more shaky, and his back seemed to be carrying a thousand pounds of weight.

"Knock ——!"

At one point, the short hunter's legs went limp, and he was finally unable to maintain his standing position. He held the sword behind his head and slammed it into the sand of the training ground, narrowly failing to fall to his knees in front of the dragonman.

"Hey! Are you okay? Seeing this, most of the red mangden in Lu Xiu's eyes dissipated. He hurried forward to hold the other man's arm, not wanting to be pushed away by the fallen hunter. The other party's breathing was heavy and tired, but he still gritted his teeth and insisted: "Don't stop...... I can hold on a little longer......"

"Being exposed to Long Wei for so long at one time is already your limit." The dragonman raised his head and looked at the young hunters further behind, "Even if you can hold on, at least think about them, right?" ”

Feeling the pressure on his body suddenly lightened, everyone in the sand scorpion sat down on the ground in unison. Sha Minghai lifted the mask of the armor and fanned his forehead with his palm without any image, and the team leader Sha Rumo also raised his head and drank the cold drink in the pot in a big gulp. In just a few minutes, the team experienced as if it was not an ordinary training, but a life-and-death struggle with a huge disparity in strength.

The Emerald Tower and his party not only did not make Orson and the Sand Scorpion team feel the joy of returning to the hunting ground, but made them recognize the shackles on their bodies again. The dragon's blood was like a curse hanging over the hunters' heads, completely excluding Orson and the other young men from the hunt of the superiors. While the Hunters were in danger at the top of the Ancient Tower, the best pilots and mechanics among the Sand Scorpions could only linger on the periphery of the battlefield, trembling and waiting for the Elder Dragons to leave, while Orson could only hide in the rear and take care of the wounded together with the rescue of Ailu.

Losing a choice in the hunting arena and being powerless to sit back and watch everything happen is undoubtedly a more terrible punishment than execution for hunters whose creed is to challenge the top and support their companions. So when Feng Manyun personally told Ao Sen that "everything still has a way to make up for it", the short hunter was as excited as if he had heard the sound of heaven.

Of course, the Xishu hunter didn't know that his words did not only serve as a comfort, but completely ignited the fighting spirit of Orson and the sand scorpions. Almost as soon as the Hunters returned from Ryan Yeru, and at the same time that Locklac had settled down, the hunters, who had been plagued by the Dragon's Blood curse, offered Luciu such training.

"Let's cheer up a little, we still have work to do-" Lu Yingying carried the hem of her robe and stepped into the training ground covered with yellow sand. She opened the shoulder bag she was carrying, pulled out a record board from it, flipped to a new page, and crouched down in front of the hunters in turn, methodically checking each person's physical signs.

"It's two minutes and fourteen seconds this time, and I've been counting it in my mind." Sha Minghai stretched out his wrist cooperatively. The girl's jade fingers caught his pulse, and after a moment they retracted, she opened her eyelids and looked at her pupils, recording something on the paper, "How is it?" Are we making progress? ”

"I can feel that the potency of the dragon's blood is fading." Orson affirmed. He turned the knife behind his back, his palms open and clenched, savoring the changes in his body, "As long as it can be guaranteed for half an hour...... No, the combat power in less than twenty minutes can cope with the vast majority of hunting. We're staying on the throne for longer and longer periods of time, and at this rate, it won't be long before we're back on the hunt. ”

"Until then, let's take care of our spirits." The scribe did not deny the old hunter's statement, but took out several water bottles from his satchel and distributed them to everyone in turn, "Replenish more water, mental stress is no less physical drain than fighting." I put some nitrate mushroom juice in the water, at least for a while. ”

"Thanks!" Sha Minghai just drank up the supplies on his body, he took the girl's kettle and took a big sip, "Then let's continue the training, before lunch, see if we can last for three minutes, how about it?" ”

"Hey! So don't try so hard! Lu Yingying's mouth pursed, and she opened her arms to stop between the sand scorpions and Lu Xiu: "Urging dragon blood is also very physically demanding, and Lu Xiu also needs to rest!" ”

"I'm fine," the little dragon man scratched his head, "If you don't need to fight like this, the cost will be lower than usual......"

He didn't say any more, because Lu Yingying turned his head and glared at him fiercely. The little scribe turned to the hunters and coughed, "Besides, even training should be moderate." Although there is no record of humans being affected by the law of rank, monsters are common. I'm not sensational, but there are many precedents in the records of the courtyard where monsters have been exposed to the coercion of their superiors for too long and have died of illness. ”

"Well, that's right, it's called 'death by overpressure.'" The Specially Selected Hunter also nodded pretending to follow the girl's meaning, "My bloodline coercion and rank law have the same origin, once it is released, it is not something I can control what effect it causes." Mental trauma is no better than ordinary trauma, and I don't want to hurt any of you in training. ”

"Ahh You two ......" Sha Rumo shrugged, half teasing, "the way you sing and harmonize is really itchy." He lay on his back on the ground, deliberately not looking at Lu Xiu and the others, "Forget it, the sand scorpion belongs, take a break for a while." After pestering people for so long, it's time to give these two people a little personal space. ”

Hearing this, the little dragon man's face seemed to have a surge of dragon blood, and the ground turned red in an instant. Lu Yingying didn't seem to hear the laughter of a few people, she put away the record and satchel, and hooked her hand at the specially selected hunter: "Lu Xiu, you come with me." ”

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"Is it 'death from overpressure'? It seems that you have learned a lot from me these days. Under the shade of the trees on the edge of the training ground, Lu Yingying smiled softly and turned around in front of the dragon man. The hem of the robe fluttered up like a blooming flower.

Lu Xiu was dizzy for a while, and rubbed the back of his head embarrassedly: "I'm just...... I've heard you say it once in a while. ”

Dragonmen have been tall since childhood, and now, two years later, the height difference between the two has widened. The girl stood still in front of Lu Xiu, the top of her head was up to the hunter's shoulder, and she could only raise her head: "The knowledge in the scrivener's mind is very precious, don't you hunters all advocate fair entrustment?" What you learn from me has to be paid for by my tuition. ”

"Huh?" The specially selected hunter's mouth opened wide, and he said with some embarrassment, "After the return of the Emerald Tower, the head of the regiment never asked me to commission again, and the previous remuneration was used to buy airships. But the airship has become an asset of the hunting group......"

As a student of Morin, Luciu now has a special status. In order to avoid suspicion, and in order to stay in the city to better cooperate with the investigation of the trade union, under the instruction of Amphinis, the head of the Qin regiment temporarily hid him in the snow and left him in the camp of the hunting group. The dragonmen are now fully focused on the repair of airships and the training of boatmen. Only by staying away from the hunting ground and having his companions could he temporarily forget the heart-wrenching memories of being attacked by Morin on the top of the ancient tower and being forced to fight against his mentor.

"Who wants your broken ship?" Lu Yingying said angrily, she pointed to the badge on her chest, "See? As long as I have this, I can go wherever hunters can go. Unless you give me a boat, then I can think about it. ”

"No-" Lu Xiu's face drooped even more, "It's a talented fellow, and it takes a long time to learn to fly a war hunting ship." I don't know anything about airships......"

"You've been sparring for too long, and your brain has been burned out by dragon blood, right?" The little scribe raised his hand and tapped it on the tip of the big man's nose. After this action was done, she blushed a little in hindsight, lowered her voice and said in a panic: "Tuition or something, I said it was fun, the training of the sand scorpion has given me a lot of research data, just treat them as tuition - by the way, I am here to talk to you about training." At the last sentence, the girl's face became serious.

It was easy to get a chance to leave the academy, how could Lu Yingying go back so easily. Under the conscription of the union, the little scribe landed in Locklac on the airship of the small hunting group, and it was a few days after the various interrogations and information exchanges. Hearing about the upcoming training of the sand scorpion team, the girl took it upon herself to stay in the name of research.

Lu Xiu turned his head and glanced at Orson who was sitting alone in the field and the sand scorpions who were laughing and talking, and the young people looked in the direction of the dragon man from time to time: "How is the situation?" You're in charge of the records from the start, is their training working? ”

"I don't want to dampen your confidence," the scrivener shook her head slightly, flipping through the pages of the clipboard, "but their heart rate is still very high, barely changed from the beginning of the training, their breathing is rapid, their pupils are dilated, and they still look like they are affected by the law of rank. ”

"What does that mean?" The Chosen Hunter asked, puzzled, "Aren't we making progress?" As you can see, when I first started training, I was a lot weaker than I am now, but they couldn't even hold up for ten seconds. ”

"It's a pity that even if there is a change in their body, it is not reflected in my data." The girl shook the clipboard in her hand, "I'm more inclined to believe that these people are used to your coercion than the blood poison is dissipating, which is a good thing, but it's not enough for them to face the superior lord - you are also a hunter, you should know better than me that maintaining mobility under the feet of a monster is one thing, but fighting it is another." ”

"I knew I should have found a high-ranking lord to be their sparring partner from the beginning! There is only coercion and no fighting, is it really not good? Lu Xiu sighed regretfully.

"No, you've done your best." The little scribe denied. Higher-level monsters have never been good sparring partners, not to mention that high-level lords will not interrupt the pressure with the fatigue of the trainees, and the extreme difficulty of catching them also makes their prices extremely high, even if they are rented, they are not something that the sand scorpion or small hunting group can afford at this moment. The girl's face was embarrassed: "I don't know how to tell them, but the current state of those guys can't be overcome by exercise alone." No amount of training is just a repetition of what happened ten days ago. ”

Listening to the girl's story, Lu Xiu's eyes instantly languished: "Training is already the only hope, if even these don't work, what else can they do?" ”

"I also sent a copy of the training records here to the Golden Feather City Shushi Academy, asking them to think of a way for me in addition to their main business. Although the old guys in the courtyard are stubborn, their enthusiasm for learning is not lost to anyone. The Guild has not made much progress on the subject of breaking through the rank barrier, but that is limited to the bloodline of the monster itself. The foreign bloodlines of the sand scorpion and Orson are in a special situation, and they may be able to find room for turnaround. Lu Yingying stepped forward and showed the badge on her chest, "Besides, I'm also a monster scrivener now, as long as I can help, I will definitely do my best." ”

The girl explained it seriously, but there was not much comfort in it. Generations of scribes have spent their lives on rank puzzles, and unless a miracle strikes, there is very little that can be done by a single person.

"I still can't believe that you really became a monster scrivener." Lu Xiu sighed and said, "I remember you said in the past that what you don't like to study monsters the most is because of Lord Lu?" ”

"I wasn't forced by my father! It's my hobby about ruins, and I've always had a lot of fun studying them—" Lu Yingying raised her head and looked at the tall man-made rock pillars in the center of the city, "but seeing something like that happen in Locklac, even I can't be indifferent." ”

"I want to help more people, more civilians like the one who died in that ancient dragon attack. The only way I know is to be a monster scrivener like my daddy. The girl stuck out her tongue, "Besides, I'm a quick learner, and I'm serious, even the most obscure cologne ecology, you should look at the scenes where the examiners' jaws drop." ”

"I can imagine it." Lu Xiu smiled, his ears suddenly moved, and he looked out of the gate of the training ground, "It's the voice of the regiment leader!" It seems that the commission has come to an end. ”

"Sister Miaoling got off the airship overnight last night, and Qing'er also finished all the re-inspection items yesterday, and even Xiaomei didn't run out to play in the morning." Lu Yingying wondered, "Is today a special day?" ”

"Hmm!" The dragon man nodded heavily, "Before noon, the detention of Feng Dust is over, and we are going to pick him up." ”