Under the leadership of the pork chop, Ailu, who is good at digging, completed the preliminary confirmation of the current situation of Lao Shanlong.

Under the expectant and nervous gaze of the President's lady and the many hunters, the pig chop scratched his ears and came to the conclusion that it seemed to be dead, but it was not as if it was dead.

Gordon almost couldn't hold back his cheeks.

In the face of everyone's unkind eyes, the pork chop hurriedly explained, "I'm really not talking nonsense, it's like this!" The old mountain dragon's snort should have stopped meowing. ”

"It's a confirmed meow!" Xianglan jumped in front of the pork chop, "I got into its big nostrils, and I waited for several minutes without feeling the air meow!" ”

The pork chop pushed Xianglan aside and continued, "We are still lying on our chests, and we haven't felt our heartbeat for a long time.

It's just that we can't be sure of meow, whether there is an old mountain dragon's heart beating very slowly, or the heart is too deep. ”

"So, pork chop, why did you make the judgment that the old mountain dragon might not be dead?" The president asked with a frown.

In conventional wisdom, no breathing and no heartbeat are ironclad evidence of death.

"I feel meow, I feel uneasy meow below."

"Feelings?!" Brahma didn't expect that it would be the reason for this kind of "idealism".

Pork Chop scratched his ears again, "I haven't really touched the ancient dragon meow after death, and I'm just wondering if the ancient dragon after death will still have that level of breath meow?" ”

"I see what you mean."

The Lady nodded and said, "Elu's perception is more acute than that of humans, although the corpses left after the death of the ancient dragon, and even the blood of the ancient dragon, will have a similar deterrent effect on creatures with keen senses such as Ailu.

But when you describe it as 'that level,' it means that the sense of threat ......"

"It's not much weaker than before." Pork Chop answered.

The hunters' faces became serious, and their eyes became cautious when they looked at the pile of ruins.

The Pork Chop is not an ordinary Elu, nor is it an ordinary hunting cat, it has encountered the Elder Dragon many times and participated in combat operations against the Elder Dragon.

A corpse can make it feel quite uneasy, which is not normal.

The president lady looked at Xia Zuo, "Arrange hunters to be on duty in shifts around the clock, and ensure that at least two high-ranking hunters participate in each shift, and the rest of the high-ranking hunters must also be prepared to enter the combat state in a short time." ”

"Understood, I'll arrange it."

......

On the first day, not many people dared to let their guard down, and even if they were not hunters on duty, they would sweep their eyes to the pile of ruins from time to time.

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The next day, everyone's tense mood naturally relaxed, and at least when eating, their eyes were more focused on the food in front of them than on the stones.

When the third and fourth days passed, there were fewer and fewer people on high alert for the ruins.

Especially low-star hunters who lack knowledge of creatures like ancient dragons.

In their opinion, it is normal for monsters to hibernate and fake their deaths for a short time, but these have passed for three or four days.

This terrifyingly big monster should be completely damned, right?

Of course, under the supervision of Xia Zuo and the chairman, the hunters on duty will still be vigilant.

But this did not prevent other hunters who were idle from running a little farther away to hunt two herbivorous dragon boars, and dragged them back in a cart to make a tooth sacrifice for everyone.

After gnawing on the food carried these days, the back molars are almost smoothed.

In the middle of the night, the bonfire was bright in the square of the decisive battle that had become a mess.

The aroma of barbecue spread far away, and if it weren't for the battle a few days ago, which "cleaned" the Athlon and Pterodactyl in the surrounding area, it might have attracted some glutton.

At the edge of the square, Gordon and Ted alone moved a stone brick and sat in a daze in front of the pile of ruins where the old mountain dragon was buried.

It was the two of them on duty tonight.

They didn't light a bonfire either, the night in midsummer and July was hot enough, and the moonlight in the sky and the light of the bonfire in the distance were still visible, so there was no need to light a fire to find guilt for themselves.

"Brother Gordon."

"Huh?"

"Look at this stone, this pile of stones, it hasn't moved in the past few days."

"Huh?"

"What's the point of us doing this?"

Ted touched the skull of his skull, which had grown short ballast hair, and muttered, "It's all these days, that guy should be damned, do we really need to be careful like this?"

Well, it's an ancient dragon, that's right, it's always good to be cautious.

But, but isn't it okay for the people on duty to be vigilant? Is it necessary for all staff to ban alcohol, they are not allowed to drink at the end of duty, there is no hope! ”

Gordon heard this and buttoned his ears.

The guy muttered a lot of nonsense, and only the last half of the sentence was what he really wanted to say.

To sum it up, there are three words - I want to drink.

In fact, not to mention Ted, who directly marked "alcohol" in the team name, even Gordon himself is also a little greedy.

It's a pity that Mrs. President, Mr. Xia Zuo, and Mr. Miles are really strict, and the permission to eat hot food for barbecue only started yesterday, and the wine was not directly discussed.

In order to cut off the thoughts of this group of people who are alcoholics, the chairman lady personally smashed all the barrels in the warehouse.

Don't even think about drinking until the battle is over!

"Also! Want! Many! Long! Yes! Ted, who was addicted to alcohol, howled.

Gordon sighed, and said with some weakness: "There should be three more days, well, three days."

Listening to the president's lady, in three days, the old mountain dragon is a corpse that jumps out of the grave and it will be fine, and when it sways and walks to the new hill again, the new hill will be built, and it will not be able to pass.

So, there are three more days, and the last three days ......"

The two Menghan, who were charging towards the ancient dragon without blinking their eyelids, glanced at each other and let out a long sigh in unison.

It's hard......

At this moment, a sneaky figure came over.

When she got closer, Gordon and the others realized that it was Maca.

With a grin, she pulled out a flat glass bottle from the prop belt, which was not much bigger than the palm of her hand, squeezed her eyes, and tossed it to Ted.

Ted's eyes lit up, this was a bottle of spirits!

He didn't have time to thank him, he couldn't wait to uncork the bottle, tilted his neck and took a big sip, and the expression of intoxicated enjoyment lasted only a second before it became weird.

"What is ale?"

He thought it was a spirit, and if it was a low-alcohol ale, how could this be enough to drink!

Maca rolled her eyes angrily, "It's good to have a sip to drink, and it's picky?" ”

Under Gordon's envious gaze, Ted, whose mouth was as open as a dinosaur, poured out the remaining liquor in the bottle, rubbed his hands and said, "Not picky, not picky!" Where did it come from, and is there any? ”

Maca looked left and right, and said in a low voice, "Babaka sneaked into the warehouse to load it, and that's it." ”

"Didn't the barrels be smashed by the president?" Gordon asked curiously.

"There will always be a little left at the bottom of the broken barrel!"

“...... You guys really have a way to do it. Gordon didn't know what to say.

"It's not a loss, it's Uncle Ben's good boy." Ted smacked his mouth.

"Then if it really got you a bottle of spirits, you can't call it Daddy?" Gordon teased.

"It's not impossible, isn't it?" Ted said hey, hey,

"Okay, I'll go first, clean up the wine bottles, don't be discovered by Old Man Miles, otherwise you will have to be taught a lesson." Maca stretched her back and grinned as she prepared to leave, winking at Ted before leaving.

When Ted was a little confused, Hayatta walked over with two large pieces of freshly roasted meat.

"Oh roar?"

Perhaps the right amount of alcohol gave him a higher IQ, Ted grabbed the bottle he had just dropped and winked at Gordon, "Uncle Ben is going to throw out the trash!" ”

Gordon scratched his chin, not knowing whether to thank or say.

Just as Makatede was about to get up and leave to make room for Hayata, who was holding the barbecue, Babaka, the little odd-faced clan, suddenly ran madly.

"Baka Ya Ka Bara Ka Gaga!" Dancing Babaka shouted.

Maca, the only one present who could understand the Strange Face language, grabbed it and said, "What are you talking about?!" ”