Before dawn the next day, the caravan set off for the next village.

The caravan of twelve horses and six mules walked along a not very smooth mountain road towards the village of Hurd, thirty kilometers away.

On the gray limestone layers, the sun jumped out from below the horizon, stretching their shadows very long.

Surdak also followed the lizard hunting party in the village of Wall into the mountains of the southern foothills of Paglos.

The captain of this lizard hunting team is naturally led by the head of Bright, who has the most experience in hunting in Wall Village, and the villagers carried bows and arrows and ropes, carrying dry food for about seven days, and walked into this mountain area on foot, and the deeper they walked into the Paglos Mountains, they will find that it is even more desolate inside, and a touch of green that could still be seen in the ravine, when everyone has crossed a mountain range, the tender green in those ravines has all disappeared.

As far as the eye can see, the mountains in front of you are all made of gray rocks, and occasionally you can see a few white bones of animals on the stone walls, and this place is simply a dead place.

Occasionally, you can see some thorny sea buckthorn grass in the crevices of the rocks, shaking the dry branches and leaves in the wind.

The village chief of Bright climbed to a steep stone crevice, reached out and broke the branches of the sea buckthorn grass that had long lost its moisture in the stone crevice, the wrinkles on his face became a little deeper, the life here has almost been cut off, originally this area was the activity area of the limestone iguanas, these sea buckthorn grasses are the source of life for these limestone iguanas, but this year these sea buckthorn grasses have dried up and died, of course, there can be no more limestone iguanas in this area.

The old village chief frowned, took a sip of water to moisten his thirsty throat, covered his face with a linen scarf, waved his hand at the team, and everyone marched towards the depths of the mountains at the southern foothills.

In the distance, the crater, known as the 'pustule', became clearer and clearer in Surdak's view.

The village chief of Bright walked with the lizard hunting team in the village for a whole day, passing through four areas where limestone iguanas used to be the most active, but this year's situation was slightly different, there were no traces of limestone iguanas in the rock crevices in these places, and even the sea buckthorn grass on which iguanas depended was almost all dead.

The team did not carry tents, each carrying a worn-out blanket, and everyone raised a small bonfire under the cliff, and everyone wrapped themselves in blankets around the campfire, tore off a piece of some of the dry food they were carrying, and threw it into an iron pot filled with water on the bonfire.

When the water in the pot boils, everyone will scoop some food out of the iron pot and gather together to enjoy the dinner.

This kind of big pot rice is not delicious, the quality of the food brought by the villagers is uneven, some villagers bring dry food is baked wheat cakes, some villagers bring dry food is chestnut rice cakes, at this time, no one will be picky about the food is different, but the first day of hunting is one after another, which makes the atmosphere in the lizard hunting team become a little dignified.

The old chief gathered several of the village's experienced hunters together and began to discuss on an old piece of parchment that there was a greater chance of limestone iguanas in the area, and the villagers frowned, and it didn't seem to be good.

Surdak sat quietly against the rock wall, and he was beside the village chief of Bright, listening to the discussion.

"All the sea buckthorn grass in this area is dead, this area is too dry, not a single sea buckthorn grass has survived, and the limestone iguanas must have migrated to other places." The wrinkles on the old village chief's face were deeper, his lips were a little dry, and he wanted to take out the kettle to drink saliva, but he couldn't help it, and only pursed his lips slightly.

The youngest son, Charley, looked at the old village chief with a puzzled expression, and asked casually: "This is only a ridge away from Wall Village, how can it be so dry?" ”

"It's not surprising, it happens every few years, and if we keep exploring deeper into the mountains, we'll find something." An elderly villager with a skillful twisted bowstring said to Charley.

"In my opinion, the limestone iguanas should be migrating in this direction, and if we keep chasing them, we will definitely find them." Another old villager swore and pointed to the 'pus' mountain.

However, his words were immediately questioned by other villagers: "Come on, there has long been a dead land over there, do you think the graystone iguana can survive over there?" ”

The villager stubbornly said, "Whether there are any limestone iguanas or not, we have to find out ......"

The evening's discussions did not yield any tangible results.

Early the next morning, the old village chief climbed to the top of a cliff, and he held a piece of red silk in his hand high, feeling the direction of the wind in the mountain.

He climbed down from the top of the cliff and continued with the lizard hunting team, which then sailed into the wind.

In the lizard hunting team, only Surdak led the horse, this Gubolai horse carried most of the team's supplies, and checked two hunting grounds in a row in the morning, both of which were empty one after another, and the wrinkles on the old village chief's face deepened.

In the afternoon, the team of lizard hunters in the village of Wall climbed another mountain range, and Surdak saw a strange forest of rocky limestone stones, these bamboo shoot-like stone forests were on a slope, and from a distance it looked like the ground was covered with sharp spikes, those stalagmites were almost tens of meters high, and the short ones were ten meters high, with countless mottled cracks on the stalagmites.

Finally, in a crevice in a stalagmite, Surdak saw a blue-purple sea buckthorn grass swaying in the wind.

"In good years in the past, we were able to catch enough limestone iguanas almost only in the previous hunting grounds, although there are many limestone iguanas on this side of the rockfall forest, it is too dangerous after all, I will never come here unless I have to......

The old village chief stood at the front of the line, looking at the stone forest in front of him with a worried expression.

"Is this place dangerous?" Surdak asked the old village chief curiously.

The old village chief nodded very seriously and said, "Almost all the stalagmites here have been broken, and a slight violent shaking will cause these stalagmites to collapse......

Surdak was a little speechless, at this time, the Vol Village lizard hunting group had come to the periphery of the rockfall forest, Surdak had already seen that there were countless piles of large and small gravel on the periphery of the rockfall forest, which looked like a graveyard from a distance, and after hearing the old village chief's explanation, he knew that these gravel piles were stalagmites from the collapse of the collapsed stone forest.

Surdak crushed a crisp limestone with one foot, and suddenly a dark gray shadow burst out of the crack in the stone beneath his feet, and in the blink of an eye, it burrowed into the crack beside him.

'Limestone iguana ......'

Someone in the lizard hunting group shouted......