After entering the hunter camp, Gordon and the others no longer gave Feng Ying any kind of advice and hints, and Anhill even pretended not to see her.

Feng Ying puffed out her mouth and began to think about the problem from the perspective of "hunting alone".

Hunting the horned dragon and being promoted to five stars, she is no longer the original person who has to rely on people to carry everything, compared with Gordon, she may still be a little salty, but in the eyes of other hunters, she can definitely be called an elite.

Hunting armored dragons alone should be within the scope of ability.

It was already afternoon because it took a lot of time on the road.

Although inside the volcanic cave, there is no sunlight, day and night lose their meaning, and there is not much difference between when to set out to hunt.

However, the biological clock still affects the hunter's state.

Therefore, after thinking about it, Feng Ying decided that it would be better to officially set off hunting the next day.

As for the remaining hours of the day, she plans to scout the hunting ground environment on Amber, and it would be great if she could confirm the location of the target in advance.

Feng Ying's choice made Gordon happy.

Scouting the environment on the first day of the hunting ground, resting and adjusting, and then hunting the next day to ensure that he is in the best condition, is a habit that he personally admires.

I don't know when his mentality has changed from "let that guy suffer a little loss and have a long memory" to the current "see what step that kid can do".

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In other words, now it's not just Fengying, even Gordon sees this mission as a test, an all-round test of the former's hunting skills.

Just like Anhill said when he flickered the wind and shined......

As for the threat of giant bees and red armor beasts, even if it is a difficult additional question in the trial.

......

"Bang bang bang!"

A hurried applause knocked Feng Ying up from the bed, and she looked around blankly, and then she saw Anhil's face with a smirk.

"Anhill!

”

"No thanks." Anhil, who woke up the breeze, turned around and left with a refreshing face.

By the campfire, Hayata, who was cooking breakfast, looked helplessly in the direction of the tent.

Like most hunters, Feng Ying's routine is also very regular, waking up at six o'clock every day is waking up at six o'clock, and the inertia of the biological clock can even be accurate to the minute, so there is no need to wake up at all.

Anhill's behavior of waking Feng Ying ten minutes earlier is completely bullying, even if it is only a few minutes of sleep time, the feeling of being woken up and waking up naturally is completely different.

"That guy has a grudge." Gordon, who was sitting on the sidelines and carrying food lakes, glanced at the tent and whispered.

"Devil's Meow ......"

Anhill, with a happy smile on his lips, sat down by the campfire, took a bowl of Huhu that he didn't usually like to drink, and enjoyed it with gusto.

Regarding Feng Ying's hunting mission, if Hayata's attitude is worry, and Gordon's attitude is expectation, then Anhill is purely watching the show.

Feng Ying, who walked out of the tent with a simple high ponytail, walked over angrily and kicked Anhill, and then ran to the side angrily to nibble and carry food.

She knew that she would be sneered at by Anhill when she came to breakfast, after all, no one would make you breakfast when you were "hunting alone".

Hayatta originally wanted to persuade her, but seeing that Feng Ying had eaten up the food she was carrying, and then ran to equip the armor with her "hard gas", she had no choice but to give the remaining portion of the pot to Gordon.

Gordon did not refuse, disposed of the remaining food, and simply cleaned up the camp, and the group began to dress.

After everyone was ready, Feng Ying turned over and rode amber, leaving the camp gate first, and officially began her own hunt.

During reconnaissance yesterday afternoon, she found traces of Armorosaurus activity near an exposed deposit not far from the mine.

She intends to start there, tracking down.

And one or two hundred meters behind Feng Ying, Gordon and the three followed from a distance.

Anhil, riding on the back of a gale, slowly refilled the magazines with through-bullets one by one, and then loaded the magazines into the heavy crossbow to complete the loading.

said that he didn't plan to help Feng Ying, but in case Feng Ying really had an accident, only he, as a shooter, could provide fire support and cover as soon as possible.

Dozens of minutes later, the hunters entered the target cave one after another.

At the urging of the wind, Amber trotted to a trace, a large patch of gnawed schist.

Feng Ying jumped off the saddle and instructed her tooth hound companion to be on guard, and then carefully inspect the traces.

"The traces are very fresh, there were no traces of this when I came here yesterday afternoon, it seems that the guy just came a few hours ago, foraging for food?" Feng Ying whispered to herself.

Focusing on the stone chips and scratches scattered on the ground below, she roughly confirmed the direction in which the Armored Dragon had left, and with the speed of the Armored Dragon, it would not move too far for several hours.

At this time, she was hesitating, whether to take the initiative to pursue, or to set a trap to lure the armored dragon over, the terrain near here is in the shape of a ladder, which is quite suitable for a shield axe like her.

Gordon: They watched from afar.

On the surrounding rock walls, there are many exposed deposits, but no one has taken out the iron pickaxe.

At this time, they were knocking on the ground and knocking on the wheel, which inevitably interfered with the hunting, but they were not short of ore to this extent.

"Hugh—"

Anhill gave a soft whistle, drawing the attention of Gordon and Hayata.

He lifted his chin, and Gordon Hayatta followed the direction he had indicated.

In the dark corner of the top of the cavern, at least eight or nine giant bees were scattered and resting there, seemingly sleeping.

"Tsk, mosquito nests......" Gordon muttered under his breath.

Hayatta pursed her lips, the giant bee was just a small monster with a fragile body structure that even a trainee hunter could easily kill.

But once the number reaches more than four or five, it becomes quite tricky.

Of course, with Feng Ying's current strength, there must be no problem in solving these giant bees, at most it will take some time.

But if she hadn't dealt with the giant bees in advance, the buzzing creatures would bother her when the battle with the Armor Dragon broke out.

If you are repeatedly pricked by a tail needle containing paralyzing toxins, it is not impossible to fall into a paralyzed state, and it is not impossible to be in danger of life.

Amber twitched its nose around Feng Ying, and suddenly, it looked up—it noticed the giant bees that were motionless like dead things.

"Whew."

Amber arched Fengying's waist, and Fengying, who was reminded, looked up, and soon found the gray-yellow insects that the hunters hated.

"Yi ......" Feng Ying's whole face wrinkled.

Distance.

Anhill, who noticed Feng Ying's reaction, looked a little regretful, "It's a pity that she saw it." ”

"Hey, twisted meow......" pandan licked her paws and spat him.

Anhill ignored Pandan as he looked sideways at Gordon, "You say, will she just leave, or will she find a way to get rid of these little things first?" ”

"I'll clear it first, after all, there are so many of them." Hayatta whispered.

Gordon crossed his arms and sneered.

It's understandable if she didn't find it, after all, the location of those giant bees is quite hidden, but her hunting partners have reminded her, so she still has to react......

It's light to beat her all over the head.

Under the gaze of everyone, Feng Ying bent down and picked up a stone on the ground and threw it at the rock wall where the giant bees lived.

"Smack!"

"Hum—"

The sleeping giant bees were awakened, and with the sharp hum of insect wings, they left the rock wall and headed towards the wind.

Feng Ying also pulled out the horned dragon shield axe at the same time.

Gordon snorted, letting go of his clenched arms.

The pork chop breathed a sigh of relief for Feng Ying, "escaped a catastrophe meow......"