Underneath the forest of ancient trees, near the sea.

Watson, dressed in dragon armor, sat on top of a maza, with a simple iron grill in front of him, on which a fat, tender thigh meat was spinning.

"That's how it feels, I miss it so much~"

Watson narrowed his eyes and picked up the thigh meat the moment the golden, shiny oil dripped down.

A perfectly cooked meat is freshly baked and the sizzling golden crispy skin gives off an enticing aroma.

If they were here, I'm afraid they would have rushed over a long time ago.

"But then again... This time, the system didn't react at all. I can't even hear the music. ”

Watson muttered strangely, it stands to reason that in addition to music, the system will also prompt you to get fully cooked meat.

"System?system?"

“······”

"Why didn't you respond... Mirarouz?"

Watson, who felt something was wrong in his heart, slowly stood up, the system was silent, and it could be the reason for Mirarouz, but he didn't respond to how to call him?

"Wow~"

"Who is it?"

Watson put away the cooked meat, spread his dragon wings and soared into the sky, a pair of dragon eyes staring at the sea.

The sea breeze has been unshakable for a long time, and the ripples on the sea are the same as before, and they don't look out of the ordinary at all.

But Watson frowned, he couldn't have heard it wrong just now, although the waves were not small now, but the sound was obviously different from normal.

"Ahem... Boy, can you hear me? ”

"Milaruz?" Watson asked suspiciously, hearing a voice in his ear, "What's going on, what's going on?"

"It's just a matter of preparation, and now you can open the jar. ”

"Jar?"

"Yes, but you must find a wide place, and when you open the jar, stay away from him. ”

Watson looked down at the Soul Jar next to the barbecue grill, and although he didn't know what kind of plane Mirarouz was doing, he still picked up the jar and started looking for a place.

Just now, after Watson came back, he deliberately glanced at the edge of the upper right corner of the Ancient Tree Forest, where it should have been the base camp of the New World Hunter Regiment.

But when Watson had gone, there were only bare cliffs, the camp made of the sailing ships of the various periods was gone, and the living creatures were only a few marching ants.

"It's still in the dragon's lair, although the ancient tree forest has become a lot bigger, but that place is not very suitable for Rioreus and them to live, after all, it is too big. ”

Watson picked up the clean jar and flew there, and asked Mirarouz, "Did you know that I saw some creatures here before?"

"Creature?!, you mean living creatures?!" Milaruz asked in shock.

"Uh... I thought you knew, there were some creatures, but I only saw small animals like dung beetles, marching ants, and cobalt butterflies. ”

"Hahahaha~ It doesn't matter, as long as there are creatures, it is fine! This means that the dragon world is truly recovering, and our goal is finally going further!"

Mirarouz's excited words made Watson happy too, the benefits of the Dragon Realm restoring him must be not small, and the king of the Dragon Clan, of course, must have his own world.

The Dragon Realm is his private territory.

However, Watson found one more thing strange, not only were the species scarce in the ancient tree forest, but also the number was very scarce.

In addition to the three mentioned above, Watson searched from the crown of the ancient giant tree to the lair of the great fierce jackal dragon underground, and even danced from the haunt and cave entrance of Father Strangeface, without encountering any creatures or attacks.

I wonder if the same will be true in the Land Coral Terrace.

Oh yes, Odd Face Daddy is a common name, formerly known as the Odd Faces, a group of dwarf orcs who are known as the "Odd Faces" because they like to wear strange masks.

Although they are generally considered to be a species of orcs, their posture is more human-like than that of orcs, so the official classification has not yet been determined.

Despite being small, they have terrifying abilities and use all sorts of strange items, usually the 'Hunter's Bone Knife', the Little Blow Arrow with 'Hit Sleep/Hemp', and a Demolition Barnacle that blows up half of your blood.

The most disgusting thing is the small blow arrow, which does not hurt much, but as soon as you hit, you will lie on the ground and flutter, and you will be slowly tortured to death.

Of course, you don't have to worry that the dragon will take the opportunity to kill you, because the dragon will lie on the ground with you and pounce...

Therefore, the danger level is sometimes even higher than that of the dragon.

The quickest way for some novice hunters to hunt is to lure the dragon to the territory of the Odd-Faced Clan, and then they can hang up-

^-^) Corpses~ ☆ミ☆ミ

Watson himself once watched a poor fire dragon, paralyzed 5 times, lying on the ground the whole time, without the power to resist, and after a meal, he was robbed of his head by a blasting barnacle, which is the origin of Strange Face.

It's just that Watson didn't see them, otherwise he would like to try to see if they are still cowhides, and maybe they can be accepted as followers like Chachapu (another name for the Qimian clan) in the Old World?

Came to the cliff on the edge of the beach, placed the jar in the middle of the ground and opened the lid.

A foul smell suddenly permeated... This was accompanied by a sound of vomiting.

"Gross!!I·· Gross!!Stinky boy·· You wait for me... Gross!!"

Just as Watson was stunned, a dazzling white light appeared and quickly grew in size, until it enveloped the entire cliff, even the section of the beach under the cliff that connected to the sea.

After the white light 'spread' the ground, it began to expand and become higher again, until it reached a height of more than ten meters before stopping.

"This is..."

"Hmph! Hmm·· Ahem, this is my territory!"

Bang~

As the sound of iron clashing sounded, the white light began to slowly dissipate.

The high masonry chimneys, the huge molten furnaces, the temperature inside made Watson feel 'hot', and the whole cliff was covered with white stone bricks, and there were many empty shelves on the stone bricks.

Watson looked at the tall building in front of him in a daze: "A big boiler?"

"Big boiler?!'s a blacksmith's shop!"

A 'mini-level' dragon man with muscles covered in muscles, about half the height of Watson, with a mopping mustache and two small horns on his head, walked up to Watson step by step.

The cube in his hand, which was a head taller than him, fell to the ground with a bang~.

The two eyes widened and glared angrily at Watson.

The biceps muscles on his arms were exposed, as if he was about to kill Watson.

"Stinky boy, didn't you just pour dung from my jar!ah?!!"