Slide down on the ancient ruins of the city wall, and quickly form a compact formation.

As always, Gordon opened the way, behind the Hayatta hall, Anhir was in the center, and the Elous reached out some distance to reconnoitre.

Unlike the previous time they came to investigate and explore the ancient ruins, they had a clear goal this time, and went straight to the huge cave located under the ancient ruins.

In the old castle in the central area of the ruins, there is a dry well that leads to the ground, which is clearly registered.

But when they ran all the way to the location of the ancient castle, they were embarrassed to find that most of the castle had collapsed, and the courtyard where the well was originally located was also buried in ruins.

Staring –

Hayatta stared at the two guys leading the way.

Gordon laughed dryly and reacted, "Last time, the Pavilion Mantis manipulated the ruins and chased them all the way out of the underground, destroying this entrance and exit by the way?"

"I think it's more intentional than incidental." Anhill looked at the ruins, "It's like finding a rat in the house, and it's a reason to plug the rat hole."

Hayatta was a little speechless about the "rat" metaphor, but now was not the time to care, "Is it possible to rely on the Eluls to dig into the ground?"

Xianglan, who grew up in the desert area, shook her head, "It's not easy to meow, this place is a desert meow, and if you don't know the geological conditions underground, you dig indiscriminately, and it's easy to encounter quicksand meows."

Gordon pondered, "There may be other entrances and exits in the ruins that we can pass through, and we can search around.

If you can't find it, you'll have to hide it and wait for the night like last time.

Maybe a male praying mantis will come out of the surface to feed, and then the Eru will be able to dig and sneak in along the passage in and out, which should be safer."

"It's so good that the local creatures know how to dig meows... Phew!" Pandan habitually licks her paws, then spits on sand.

Just as everyone was about to do this, Pork Chop made a more direct suggestion - fry it and meow!

"The explosives you carry on your body aren't powerful enough." Pork Chop flipped through his bags and set his sights on Anhill, "Borrow the next supernova meow."

Anhill didn't say anything, took a supernova from the ammunition belt and handed it to the pork chop.

"Isn't that too risky?" Hayatta hesitated, "If the Pavilion Mantis is really in the lair, won't the supernova's detonation provoke it to provoke it?"

"Isn't that better?" Gordon laughed, "We get away from it, and what we hide is, according to Julius, it's called 'fire reconnaissance'.

Thinking about it this way, this method is more efficient, and the pavilion mantis was attracted by the explosion, so needless to say, we can prepare to evacuate after arranging the personnel in charge of surveillance.

But if there is such a big movement, and the pavilion mantis still does not appear, then it is most likely not in the nest, and it is more convenient for us to investigate in depth.

It's a pork chop, it's really thoughtful."

"Meow......" Pork Chop looked away weakly, "Yes, I really think so, Meow!"

"Nonsense, you just want to blow up everything!" Pandan pierced it.

"Shut up meow!" To be on the safe side, Pork Chop asked Anhildo for another supernova, and then rushed to the ruins with two supernovae, "Meow down, Meow will definitely blow up the entrance below!"

The hunters, who understood the true thoughts of the pork chops, were briefly speechless.

With a hammer, everything naturally looks like a nail, and the pork chop is going farther and farther on the road of the bomb cat, and the core idea of solving the problem is to explode, a larger-scale explosion.

By the time the pork chops were digging deep into the ruins to find a suitable blasting point, Gordon and the others had already withdrawn two or three hundred meters away.

Not to mention a supernova, even if it is replaced with high-density dragon killing carbon, the power of the explosion will never be able to spread hundreds of meters away.

The main purpose of their retreat to such a distance is to hide, and the Pavilion Mantis has a keen sense, and if the latter is really lured out and discovers them, it will be a lot more trouble when retreating.

The three of them, a dog and a cat, found a relatively intact and sturdy relic building to hide in, hidden, and waited for the explosion to happen.

A few minutes later, the pork chop also ran along with the smell, and the countdown continued to be carried out in the mouth.

"Forty-eight meows, forty-seven meows... Three meows, two meows, one meow!"

The countdown ended, and there was no deafening explosion as expected, just two muffled "bang, bang" sounds.

Xianglan looked at the pork chop suspiciously, "You won't let go of the squib?"

Pork Chop jumped up, turned around and scratched a few paws on Xianglan's skull, "You just meowed! It's all the blast energy, and the sound is not loud!"

"Shhhh

Hayatta pressed the two Elul's heads and told them to lie down again.

The group hid in the ruins house, lurking quietly, and Gordon pressed his ear to the ground, listening for possible movements in the direction of the ruins.

After a while, Gordon felt some movement, but he wasn't quite sure.

The desert is not a quiet place, and the overwhelming wind and sand interfere with the sound.

At least not the kind of movement that the sky is falling apart like the ruins are dispatched.

"Woohoo!" Gale raised its head, ears erected.

"Something came out?" Anhill asked in a low voice.

"Wang!"

Anhill continued to ask, "Is it the Pavilion Mantis?"

Gale hesitated, listened carefully for a while, sniffed again, and shook his head, "Woo!"

"I see."

"You can understand that, too?" Gordon lowered his voice and asked, "What did Gale say?"

"It shouldn't be a pavilion praying mantis, it may be those male praying mantis like worker ants, who heard the movement and came out to investigate the situation." Anhill whispered back.

Gordon frowned, it wasn't quite what they had planned.

After thinking for a moment, Gordon lightly walked to the windowless window, waved his hand, and threw a fertilizer bomb into the distance.

The fertilizer bomb made an arc in the air and smashed down on the ruins nearly a hundred meters away, bursting into a cloud of frowning traces of smell and color.

"Xi Suo Suo ......" The sound of wind and sand seems to be mixed with some other movements.

A few seconds later, Gale looked in the direction where Gordon threw the fertilizer bomb and "swooped" again.

"Those guys have gathered, that's what Gale means." Anhill "translated" the sentence

"The masonry blocking that entrance and exit should have been blown open, should we take this opportunity to break in?" Hayatta asked.

Gordon shook his head and crouched back into the corner, "Don't worry, as long as those male mantis don't spot us, they shouldn't be hanging outside the nest for long, and they won't be back in time."

We wait for them to return to the nest and then sneak into the nest to save them from being blocked in the tunnels."

"Okay."

The hunters remained in place for nearly half an hour.

"Wang! Wow!"

"They should all be back." Ann Hill Road.

"Wait another half hour." Gordon took out the portable kerosene lamp for cave lighting, checked it, and carefully hung it back on his waist, "We can't be sure if the Pavilion Mantis is in the nest or not, be cautious and try not to fight."

The hunters were never short of patience, and another half an hour passed, and the hunters, who had waited and rested enough, stood up.

Maintaining a vigilant formation, they came to the ruins of the castle, where a deep pit of a black hole seemed to invite them in.

"Now comes the exciting part." Gordon lit the oil lamp with flint, "Let's bet Her Majesty isn't home."