Three transports guarded the dragon strike ship in the center, their bows pointing straight into the depths of the black sandstorm. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoUntil the specific location of the Fengshan Dragon is known, the dragon ship not only cannot be used as the head ship, but must be strictly protected in the center of the friendly ship. The battle had not yet begun, and every hunter and boatman on that small boat had to be mentally minded so that they could be in the best shape when facing the dragon. The big ships guard the small boats, a strange sight that can only be seen in the desert.

At this moment, it is the one under the command of the two dragonmen who is the head ship, and the seniors of the old seniority do not participate in the final fight, but undertake the hard task of finding the way and sheltering from the wind. Before facing the Elder Dragons, they will clear the way for their juniors, and when danger strikes, they will even be considered by the fleet first. It is only when the dragon striking ship and the Fengshan dragon exchange fire that this one will remove most of its armor and be transformed into a transport ship to contain hunting materials.

The entire ship has such a consciousness, and in the past history of the harvest festival, the scrapping rate of the transport ship as the head ship is more than half, and the probability of being scrapped before approaching the Fengshan Dragon is also more than 20%. Behind the death-defying crew and hunters, there is not so much a sense of honor as fighting for the safety of mankind, but a large amount of gold coins sprinkled from the window lattice of the union headquarters building.

With the slight turn of the hull, the half-bulging tail sail instantly became full. The heavy spinnaker bulged exaggeratedly in the face of an even heavier hurricane, making the sand boat two points faster. The black helmsman steadied the wheel, but his eyes quietly glanced at the two dragonman captains on the oblique side.

The matter of loose sails can be said to be big or small. Sailing in the sand, the crew has encountered more than one more than one failure. But breaking the rope before setting sail is a taboo in the ship, and it is a terrible omen in the eyes of the boatmen.

Controlling a sand boat is similar to the life of a hunter, it is a struggle for life. When people are unable to control their lives, they seek psychological comfort from these mystical things. Even if these connections have no basis, they are believed by the vast majority of the crew.

Breaking the rope and forcibly carrying the ship, at least the ship will return empty-handed, and at the worst the ship will be destroyed and people will die, especially the purpose of the ship is not anything else, but the most talked about ancient dragon species on the mainland, which makes the ancient taboo even more deterrent. Often, when this happens, the fleet will symbolically put the departure date on hold for a day or two to avoid bad luck. However, the task of contacting the Fengshan Dragon is urgent, and Mo said that if a ship cable is broken, even if the mainmast is broken, he must find a way to open the ship, which even the captain has no way to postpone.

The two hunters, who were born with divine powers, didn't care about the hurricane that pulled the canvas, and it only took two or three strokes to tie the broken sail line in the strong wind. With just two people, they were able to accomplish what it would take six or seven people to pull together. However, it took much more time to convince the crew to lift anchor and start the ship.

Despite repeated exhortations, the lifting of anchor was delayed until early afternoon. Even so, the boatmen remained silent, and only when the occasional command from the bridge drowned out the howl of the wind, did they lean out of the shelter, tighten or loosen a rope or two, and then retreat back to the corner of the deck without saying a word.

Looking at the overly depressed crew, the two dragonmen didn't have a good way, as long as it didn't affect their own work, the five-star hunter went with them.

Dozens of minutes of sailing made the wind around the hunters a new level higher, the roar of sand and dust was incessant, and the hunters and boatmen who were slightly lighter could only rely on ropes to stand firm. The two dragonmen stood on the bridge like a rock, feeling the narrowing of their field of vision due to the sand and dust.

"How long will it take to find out what the wind is like?" Longa grabbed Elu's back and yelled as he lifted the little observer to his height.

"I don't know!" The hunting cat also shouted at the top of his voice, "The wind is too complicated, we need to go a little deeper." ”

The flotilla did not plunge headlong into the center of the sandstorm, but circled around the periphery of the relatively stable winds. The early observations of the union scribes only gave the hunters the approximate direction of the target, and this "approximate" error would even be more than 100 kilometers. The fleet needs to move in the direction pointed by the scribes in the rough weather, while quickly measuring the original wind direction in the sandstorm to correct its course—the cologne will definitely appear somewhere upwind if it travels in the sand.

"That's what you said forty minutes ago!" The dragonman brother yelled in the ear of the hired Elu, and the observer's ears shook messily in the wind, smacking Rum's nose up and down.

"We're still in the whirlwind!" Eru lifted her palm, and the orc's hand held a stack of statistical paper, which fluttered in the wind. The observer didn't care if the captain could see the strokes clearly, "The wind changes irregularly, and there is no way to figure out the original wind direction without breaking out of this whirlpool." ”

"Is that so?" Under the roar of deformation, the others could no longer hear whether Rum was confirming or questioning, "Then do it!" Ten kilometers further west! ”

"No!" Andre stood aside and was shocked, "Judging from the weather conditions here, it can't go any deeper!" ”

"Captain!" Seeing that Rum didn't care much, the four-star hunter raised his hand further west, "A few kilometers to the west, the wind will exceed level 11, and the visibility will not be higher than one hundred and fifty meters." The half-blood hunter said hurriedly, and in the direction he pointed, the heavens and the earth had changed from dark yellow to dim black, not like the wind of the desert, but like the open mouth of a huge beast, "Our people can't last more than an hour in it, and if we can't find the shortest route, the people of the four ships will all fold here!" ”

"What then? Isn't it possible to keep going around in circles here? Lunga's eyebrows furrowed.

But ...... knew that he was a little arrogant, but the glory in his chest made it impossible for Andrei to put the lives of hundreds of his companions at risk. It was only the first time to take a sand boat, and although the four-star hunter could quickly analyze the situation in front of him with his hunting experience and airship knowledge, he couldn't find any solution for a while.

"Kid......" Lum put a hand on his shoulder, "every minute we patrol, the Peaks Dragon gets closer to Rocklac. We know the danger better than you do......" He suddenly pulled the orcs from his brother's hand, "Titan! ”

"Here!"

"How long have you been an observer for sand boats?"

"Fifteen years and four months!" Despite her feet dangling in the air, little Elu kept her back straight.

"That's long enough for an Eru," the captain nodded......, "If we go ten kilometers deeper, are you confident that you can measure the exact original wind direction in half an hour?" ”

"Fifteen minutes! I pledge to the honor of my clan! ”

"Little one, the best hunters of the Hunters' Guild and the most brilliant boatmen in Locklac - their lives are in your hands." Longa pressed Ailu to the ground, his four-clawed hand touched the orc's hairy forehead, and when he got up again, his eyes already flashed with majesty, "Right full rudder, let's go west!" ”