"What does it say?" Ted looked confused.

It is said that Babaka is regarded as a "son", but in fact, he knows nothing about the Strange Face language, and his daily communication is all based on guessing.

Simpler things like eating, drinking, and sleeping are of course easy to express, but Babaca's string of dances and dances makes him completely miss the point.

"Its exact words were, 'The big dragon is waking up.'" There was no longer the same smile on Maka's face, and she pressed Babaka's shoulder and confirmed it again in the Odd Face language.

Babaka did not hesitate to give an affirmative answer.

Maca looked at Ted and nodded, she trusted Babaka as Gordon trusted pork chops.

Ted didn't hesitate and decided to give an immediate warning.

In order to get everyone's attention as quickly as possible, Ted used a "pretty drastic" way to sound the alarm.

He unfolded the noble lady's candle, opened his mouth to the sky, and directly activated the mechanism of the dragon cannon.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar instantly swept through the silent night sky around them.

Everyone looked over, and even those who were resting in the tent were called out to by their companions and began to gather in this direction.

The president's lady was one of the first to arrive.

She sniffed, the smell of wine in the air, and glanced at the barbecue hidden behind Hayata, her eyebrows raised.

But she didn't have time to pursue these things at the moment, stared at Ted, and asked straight to the point, "What's going on?" ”

"The old mountain dragon is not dead, it is about to wake up." Ted replied dryly.

Madam President cautiously glanced at the untouched pile of rubble, "Basis? ”

Gordon was worried that the smell of alcohol in Ted's mouth would affect the president's judgment of his statement, so he said, "It's Babaka's warning, this little Odd-faced Clan. ”

All eyes were on Babaka.

The little Odd-Faced Clan was a little nervous, and waved his hand and said, "Baka Ka Ka Gaga!" ”

"Huh? It says ......"

As Maca was about to translate, the President was already frowning, "What did the other Strange-Face Clan tell you?" Is there anyone else in this battle who is a hunting companion of the Oddfaces? ”

Hayatta, who was beside Gordon, whispered to him, "Madam Guild knows the Odd-Faced Clan." ”

Glancing at Ms. Van Shi, who was communicating smoothly with Babaka, Gordon touched his chin and said, "It's been a long time, and it's normal to know more languages?" ”

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"Wild Strangeface?" The president's brow furrowed even deeper.

The Odd Face Race has a high IQ and has even developed a primitive society, but the vast majority of the race is not friendly to humans, so they are also defined as "small monsters" by the guild.

It's one thing to be more vigilant than to have a believable attitude, but it's also a bit difficult to get her to fully trust the wild Strangeface who has never been seen.

The pork chop that came out of Gordon's feet scratched his ears.

It felt like it had guessed who it was.

"Come out, meow!"

Pork Chop climbed on top of Gordon's head and yelled around, "Don't worry about meow, we won't attack your meow!" ”

At this time, everyone's attention shifted to the pork chop.

In front of everyone's eyes, Gordon, who was used as a cat climbing frame by the pork chop, was also a little numb.

There was silence in the square, and five, ten, and no response passed.

"Kaba Bachaka!" Babaka also shouted, still not responding.

The President's eyes swept around, her fingertips turned her pipe, and after a moment of contemplation, she also raised her voice to speak a strange language.

"The president said that he would ensure the safety of the other party." Maca whispered to her companions as she translated.

Another moment of silence.

"Puff Soo ......"

With the slight sound of earth and rocks, a strange face wearing a complex bone mask and a circle larger than its own clan emerged from the ruins.

Not only it, but in the blink of an eye, several more Odd-Faced Clans came out, shaking off the sand from their bodies and nervously guarding their sides.

Several hunters subconsciously drew their weapons, and they realized that the wild strange-faced people that appeared in front of them were not ordinary small monsters.

There is also a king of the Strangeface Clan with a fairly high danger level.

"Put away your weapons, there will be no danger." The President glanced at the nervous-looking hunters.

Not to mention that the number of hunters gathered here is more than fifty, just those high-ranking hunters have the strength to solve the king of the Qimian clan alone, and the other party dares to show up, which can be regarded as quite sincere.

"Sure enough, it's you." The pork chop scratched its head, and the freshly scarred wound on the head was still a little itchy.

The King of the Strange-Faced Clan in the Bone Mask looked at it deeply, "Chaka, Gaba Chagala." ”

Gordon, Hayatta, and Ted all looked at Maca in unison, and the meaning in their eyes was obvious—translate quickly?

Maca looked confused, "The accent is so strange, I, I don't seem to understand?" ”

"Is it possible that the language of the Strange Face Clan here is a little different from that of the Great Desert in your hometown?" Hayatta guessed.

The two regions are separated by thousands of kilometers.

Maca grabbed Babaka and asked a few questions, with a subtle expression: "It seems that for this reason, it is the first time that I know that there are dialects between the Qimian people in different regions.

The Odd-Faced language is Babaca's native language, so if it can understand it, I can't do it. ”

"Then how can she communicate without barriers?" Ted looked at the lady who was communicating with the king of the Strange Face Clan with a serious face, and asked curiously.

Gordon smiled dryly, "After living for a long time, it's understandable to master a few more Odd-Face dialects, right?" ”

Ted: "......"

Over there, the president's lady, who had finished communicating with the king of the Strange Face Clan, had an ugly and unusual face.

She directly began to give orders, "Enter the battle mode, hunters, get ready, and the others, gather the artillery and ammunition that can still be used before, and surround here." ”

Without much hesitation, everyone immediately took action.

Non-combatant members, such as the medics, began to retreat in an orderly manner, the hunters went through a series of pre-battle preparations, and the upper hunters were called together by the president's lady.

"Pork chop, please go to scout and confirm." President Van said to the pork chop.

"Meow in the next place!"

Seeing the pork chop burrowing into the ruins, the chairman lady said to everyone: "According to the king of the strange face clan, the breath of the old mountain dragon is gradually returning to strength, and it should be completely awakened at dawn, or by noon at the latest. ”

"At least it's not the worst-case scenario, it spent four days in a deep sleep, and we only need to hold it off for a few more days before the construction of the new temple can be completed." Xia Zuo nodded.

"I just don't know how much of its injuries have recovered." Gordon smiled bitterly and said, "I hope what we need to face is not an old mountain dragon in its heyday." ”

"If that's the case, then you can only risk your life."

"Let's discuss the division of labor and rounds."

While the hunters were discussing tactics, the pork chop came out of the ground and ran over.

"How's it going?" The president asked hurriedly.

"The King of the Strange Faces is telling the real meow." The pork chop shook off the dust on his body, "I still can't feel the snort, but the sense of intimidation is much stronger than the previous few days." ”

"What about wounds? Has the wound healed? Gordon asked.

The pork chop gave a not too bad answer, "The wound has stopped bleeding, but it has not healed, probably because there are too many foreign bodies on the wound, which affects the meow." ”

The hunters breathed a sigh of relief.

If the old mountain dragon's injuries were really healed, there was no artillery, no dragon slaying carbon, no city walls and dragon guns, how could they break through the defenses?

"Anyway, get ready for a tough fight." Amos said in a deep voice.

"Meow?"

The tips of the pork chop's ears twitched, and it suddenly raised its head.

A black shadow was slowly descending under the cover of the night sky.

It was a fast airboat.