Stars rise from the eastern horizon of the beautiful planet like an atomic bomb, and the golden light will be reflected like a rainbow across the planetary rings across the sky.

Juan left the pleasant and unpleasant of yesterday behind and focused all his attention on the present.

The anti-gravity camera was set to follow mode by him, hovering not far behind him.

The live stream has begun, "Griffon Crusade", a very simple name, just like its synopsis: hunt or be hunted, win or die.

Juan glanced at the live broadcast room, and many netizens had already joined, and it seemed that the video and live broadcast some time ago had made him accumulate a lot of popularity.

Some netizens are leading the rhythm: "Today next year is the anchor's anniversary festival, let's offer flowers to him!" ”

It was followed by a lot of replies: "Chrysanthemum plus one." "Chrysanthemum plus one." ……

Juan smiled, he had never done this kind of thing before.

There is also a netizen named "Dark Elf" who is building a building: "If you like 1000, you will get a rocket." ”

In a few minutes, the building was built.

Netizen "Dark Elf" also lit a rocket as promised, and exploded a ball of fireworks in the live broadcast room.

At the same time, the platform also sent a fan reward notice.

But today's hunt is no joke, and the consequences of distraction, Juan cannot afford.

So he blocked the subtitles and also blocked the tip push messages.

"Sir, your walkie-talkie."

Dwarf Thorin handed over two skin-colored band-aid-like walkie-talkies.

Under Thorin's guidance, Juan placed a Band-Aid under the Adam's apple and the other at the base of his ear.

"Boss, boss, this is an RV, this is an RV, please reply when you hear it."

Frodo's voice entered Juan's eardrum through bone conduction and was very clear.

"Hear me, Frodo, can you hear me?"

"Heard very clearly, boss. Now I'm going to open the channel sharing. Daddy, can you hear me? ”

Juan heard Morgan's reply, sitting in the driver's seat of the off-road owner, both from the headphones and from the air.

Frodo continued to call, "Bearded Thorin, can you hear me?" ”

"Flode, your voice is as shrill as a."

"Thorin, you're so rude, you're going to be eaten by griffins, don't expect me to shed tears for you then."

"That's impossible, I can't gnaw on it."

Juan looked at Thorin, the dwarf standing at the back of the buggy, fiddling with the refueling Turling gun.

This guy is usually as silent as a stone, but he didn't expect to have a good conversation with Frodo.

"Thorin," Juan asked, "in which unit did you serve?" ”

"Special Operations Brigade Pioneer Battalion, Chief."

Juan was taken aback, awesome! Not everyone can enter this unit.

"What are you doing in there, Thorin?"

"Responsible for demining and carrying supply boxes, sir."

"Isn't this the work of robot dogs and robot mules in the army?"

"The Special Operations Brigade often fights on some difficult terrain, and those rigid machines are not as nimble as me, sir."

Thorin the dwarf said this, holding his beret and puffing out his chest, his face showing an arrogant confidence.

Seems to be a teammate to rely on.

Juan thought so, turned his head and asked the hunter Morgan, "How is his marksmanship?" ”

"Have you ever seen me send him out hunting?"

Juan's heart sank, and then he lifted his spirits again.

"Daddy," Juan said, using the two dwarfs' honorific titles for Morgan, "reveal the secret of hunting griffins." ”

Daddy Morgan took off his pipe in his mouth, spat out the smoke ring, and said, "First of all, don't let its hawksbill peck you to death; Second, don't let its lion's claws tear you apart; Also, don't let its tail whest you; And of course, be careful not to let its wings beat you to death. ”

"Okay, I'll pay attention, is there any other secret? For example, which part of the griffon's body is a weakness? ”

Morgan glanced at Juan's side with a bunch of SA-7 man-portable anti-aircraft missiles, FGM-148 Javelin anti-tank missiles, and portable anti-tank rockets, RPGs, equipped with armor-piercing high-explosive warheads.

"You're ready to use missiles and rockets against it, why care about any weaknesses?"

"So it's vulnerable?"

Morgan took the cigarette butt back into his mouth and spat out between his teeth, "As long as you can hit it." ”

Juan felt that this was not a problem, after all, missiles have a tracking function, and they don't care if they are fired.

He is now worried that the lack of stimulation may affect the effect of the live broadcast.

"Daddy, I'll leave it to you to lure the griffons here."

Morgan held up the Winchester 1894 lever shotgun in his hand: "No problem, leave it to me." ”

At this time, Juan noticed that Frodo, a halfling, was lying on the roof of the RV to install the antenna.

He asked over the disposable intercom, "Frodo, what are you doing here?" ”

"I'm installing a radar antenna, and with this, the radar scanning radius can be expanded to 20 kilometers."

Juan looked at the antenna like a wok, with two handles on the side.

Wait a minute, isn't that the pot used for stir-frying in the RV?

"Hey, Flaude, are you mistaken?"

"He's not mistaken," Morgan explained, "the pot is made of special materials, and it can be used for two purposes, stir-frying in peacetime, and being on the line in wartime." ”

"Sir, do you want to wear it now?"

Thorin walked over with a civilian version of exoskeleton armor.

"Of course, help me put it on."

Putting on this scaffold-like exoskeleton armor, Juan ran and jumped for a while according to the instruction video he found on the Internet.

Then he raised a Gatling gun in one hand and said, "This feels amazing, give me a sword, and I can even go and slay a dragon." ”

"I've got the sword, boss, for you."

Frodo, a halfling who walked barefoot and silently, handed Juan a dagger that shimmered silver like an oversized fruit knife.

"No, no, I don't need a sword, I'm just making an analogy."

"It's a good sword, boss, forged by elves, and my uncle used it to slay dragons."

The dwarf Thorin whistled and said, "That's your uncle bragging." ”

"No, his uncle didn't brag, I saw with my own eyes that he slaughtered a dragon with that sword." Morgan said with a serious face, "In the kitchen, his uncle used that sword to cut the herbivorous dragon that was bred by humans into pieces. ”

Juan was surprised: "Dragons can still be cultivated and eaten? ”

"When the military handed over the planet to the management of the Pioneer Station, a merchant came to open a farm, and dragon meat was still quite expensive at that time, and Frodo's uncle used to work as a temporary worker in the slaughterhouse."

"Wow, can you show me there?"

"After the closure of the door, the price of dragon meat plummeted, coupled with the high logistics costs, and the opposition of animal protection organizations, dragon farms and slaughterhouses were closed, and the remaining herbivorous dragons were released into the wild."

"So, dragons aren't dangerous."

Morgan laughed and said, "The difference between a herbivorous dragon and a carnivorous dragon is like a rabbit and a lion, one you can eat and the other can eat you. ”