readx;? The excavation of the corpse pit took half a day, and discussion and speculation continued into the evening. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Hunters who are familiar with the desert are not advised to travel at night, so they have to spend the night in the grave. It's not a satisfying choice, as the pungent fishy smell is always in it, and it's breathless.

However, Bowen said that he could use the night to carefully explore the pit and see if he could find anything, and Ian could only agree. The desert temperature at night is very low, and it is like two different ecological environments from the desert during the day, but fortunately, the location of the corpse pit is leeward, which is its only advantage.

Bowen and his men continued to explore, and Barlow volunteered for a vigil. The rest gathered around the least smelly corner, and Bernie lit a bonfire, the light of which lit up everyone's faces.

The atmosphere was a little dreary. The people who can sit here are the top hunters in the hall, they are often mavericks, and even if they form a team to fight, the number of people in the team will not be large. However, this time the hall gathered all of them here, and they were not good at talking, and they didn't know what to say in the face of the same excellent elite.

Ian coughed twice and deliberately said a few words to the two little-known mid-level hunters to ignite the atmosphere a little. Although it has not reached the point of talking about the grand return, there are also a lot of whispers, and it is not as dull as before.

Seeing this, Bernie, who was sitting next to Ian, quietly gave Ian a thumbs up.

"In the past, when a team of hunters was formed in the hall, they would gather together a few days in advance to get acquainted with each other. Bernie and Ian said, "The length of time mainly depends on the strength of the opponent, and I think the original Flowing Cloud Squad brought the hunters to Flowing Cloud more than two months early. It is hoped that through the tacit understanding cultivated by the hunters, the success of the mission will be guaranteed. ”

"Is that true?"

"Yes, this is probably the custom of the hall. It's just slowly about to be forgotten. Bernie smiled, "In the original hall, there was no definite hunter rank. In addition to the fact that the prince was a hunter, the role of the prince was not obvious at that time, and he mainly relied on the cooperation of various hunters to complete the hunt of the dragon clan. The original dragon slaying is to fight more and less, and fill it with life, that is, no matter how heavy the loss is, as long as the dragon clan is hunted, it is considered a successful hunt. ”

Ian was a little surprised, he had never heard of these things before. Ivy, who was sitting next to him, was also interested and leaned over: "Isn't that stupid?"

"It's stupid, indeed, but what's the solution?" Bernie smiled, "because no one has experience in dragon slaying, but they have become hunters with their blood." At that time, hunter hunting was like a conquest, and people would give the highest respect, because there were so few people who survived. Hunters also get to know each other's companions before hunting, in case they are killed, no one recognizes them, and the corpses are left in the wild. ”

"Later, it took a long, long time for people to realize that hunting is actually talented. Some people can survive each mission and then become stronger and stronger. And some people, even though they seem to be extremely strong, will die in a task that seems simple. "Those who are getting stronger naturally look down on the weaker, so they start to become withdrawn, and they no longer go to the hunter squad, but hunt alone." Some of them died, while others survived, and the dead went without saying, and the survivors became stronger and stronger. ”

"Hence the term "senior hunter", right? Ian whispered, "It's not that high-level hunters are inherently withdrawn, but they're too strong?"

"There's nothing wrong with that, but it's actually the opposite of what the hunter expected. The original intention of the hall was to bring the hunters together and complete the hunt for the powerful dragons through their respective strengths and tacit cooperation. But stronger hunters are breaking this unwritten rule, because they can often do tasks that many people can't do when they come together. Bernie looked at Ian and chuckled, "For example, Lord Lord, who would have thought before you that a human could actually hunt down the Dragon King alone." ”

Ian opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, just smiled helplessly.

"Actually, it's good to have you, because you are the only one who can bring these high-ranking hunters with a high heart and follow your orders. Because they all know that you are the strongest. And you don't have the pride of the strongest, which is the most worthy of recognition, the end is coming, and no one can turn everything around on their own. People need leaders, and you are the leader. ”

Ian was a little embarrassed to be complimented. Fortunately, it was night, and no one was able to see the rosy on his face.

"When I see you, I think of Al. Bernie said softly, "Your temperament is actually very similar to Al, if he can grow up, I believe he will also be a good prince, unfortunately-"

Before Bernie could finish speaking, a large basin of yellow sand was placed over the campfire, and the candle was extinguished with a "pop". The crowd looked up and saw Bowen holding an overcoat in his hand, and the rest of the sand was falling from the mouth of the coat little by little.

"What's wrong?"

Bowen didn't speak, but Barlow slipped down from the dirt bag above, made a silent gesture to the crowd, and then lowered his voice, "Something is coming." ”

All the hunters sat up straight. Ian didn't understand what was going on, but he had a vague sense that something was wrong, because he had just seen fear in Barlow's expression.

What could make a high-ranking hunter fearful? Could it be, King of the Earth?

"Everyone, hide. "Hide in a corner, the darker the place, the better!"

None of the people present were weak, and after listening to Bowen's words, they all leaned back and stuck to the leeward stone wall. Although Ian wondered, he also hid with the others, obviously he didn't feel anything, if it was the king of the earth, he should have sensed it.

He was about to ask Bowen what it was. At this time, his eyes suddenly darkened, he subconsciously raised his head, and then opened his mouth in surprise.

He saw a giant hand, obscuring the moonlight out of thin air.