Gordon and his party walked along the continuous mountains for two whole days before finally coming to the place marked on the map, the mountain wall is not so high, and the angle is not so steep.

The cart that had been dragged all the way was obviously impossible to carry over the mountains and mountains, so Gordon and the others had to find a hidden rock recess and park the cart in it temporarily.

When you catch the sour pterosaur, you will need to use it on the return trip.

The easiest way to climb the mountain is Anhill, because he doesn't have to climb it himself.

Tooth hounds, with their sharp claws and strong limbs, climb mountains much more efficiently than humans.

Seeing Anhill lying on the back of the gale, being rushed up with a whoosh by the latter, Gordon and Ted's eyes were full of envy.

They had intended to wait at the foot of the mountain, and wait for the gale to carry Anhil up the ridge before coming down to carry them, so that the three of them could carry them all up.

Oh, no, there are some food and water supplies like that, four or five times is about the same.

Gale shook its head frantically, feeling that it should not have to endure so much as a toothy hound.

Bargging, coercion and inducement, both sides take a step back.

Gale was in charge of carrying Anhil, the pork chops, supplies, and Gordon Ted's weapons and some heavy armor parts.

As for Gordon and Ted, they climbed with their bare hands after lightening their loads.

That's it, and the gale crawled up and down four times, exhausting it to the point where it stuck out its tongue, but it still felt like it had earned.

After all, the heaviest two things don't need to be carried on their backs.

Anhill, who was waiting on the ridge, sighed and decided to buy more fish for this stupid dog after returning to the stronghold, so as to replenish his brain.

Rather than climbing the ridge, how to descend into the Grand Canyon is the real trouble.

Naturally, they brought ropes, but the length of the ropes was not enough to rappel, not to mention how to go back after entering the canyon.

Like the one just now, the lazy way of throwing equipment to gale and climbing lightly can no longer be used.

There were more sour pterosaurs inhabiting the Grand Canyon than they expected, and it was difficult to guarantee that these vicious pterosaurs would not attack during the climb, so it was too dangerous to climb lightly.

The three of them and a cat began to discuss countermeasures, and the dog was too stupid to participate.

"Didn't we bring invisibility suits? Crawl down in an invisibility cloak? Ted suggested.

In fact, this is also the most common method used by the research team leader and the wilderness master who has never met to cross the Grand Canyon.

"Nope." Anhill vetoed, "Don't forget our purpose, if we're just going down into the canyon, or over the canyon, of course we can do it."

But we are here to capture the sour-winged dragon and take it away, how are you going to climb out with the sour-winged dragon? ”

Ted choked.

Gordon agrees with Anhill, "Actually, under the premise of capturing the multi-headed sour-headed pterosaur, the option of going down into the canyon was ruled out from the beginning.

We can only move on the ridge, and we can figure out how to get the captured acid pterosaur down the mountain.

Now the question is, how to attract the sour pterosaur to the ridge. ”

Ted scratched his unshaven chin, "In our team, bait work is usually Babaka. ”

"You've already decided to use bait tactics, meow?" Pork Chop stared blankly at Ted.

You don't have to ask who this bait is.

"Not to mention, the bait tactic is old-fashioned, but it is also the most effective." Anhill thought, "We can find a relatively wide and flat place on the ridge as a battlefield.

If we attract several at once, we flash grenades and cook them. ”

"That's settled, meow?!"

"Pork chops are small, and they are still a little dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will be in trouble if you are taken to the sky by the sour pterodactyl." Gordon spoke for the pork chop.

Before the pork chop could be grateful, he heard Gordon continue: "So let's use the pork chop and the gale as bait together, and fix the pork chop on the back of the gale wind, so that not only can it move quickly up and down the mountain wall, but it is not easy to be caught." ”

"Woooooooooooo

"Thank you for meow."

Promising to treat them to a feast when they return to the Star Stronghold, the bait was happily decided.

Under the cover of the rocks, I rested in place for the night.

In the early morning of the second day, the group walked along the ridge and found a fairly flat and open area.

Heavily armed, sharpened with swords and loaded crossbows, the three Gordons put on their stealth suits on the spot and laid an ambush.

The same stubborn pork chops and gales are ready.

After checking the straps that had fastened himself firmly to the saddle several times, Pigcho turned around and made a rude gesture to the three men who were looking at him expectantly.

Then he rode into the gale, and quietly jumped down the ridge.

It was dark, the sun had not yet risen, and the sour pterosaurs that inhabited the Grand Canyon had not yet woken up, clinging to the rock wall to rest.

The pork chop did not rush to alarm them, but planned to go down to the canyon first.

Although the predatory sour pterosaurs were generally much larger and more robust than the rowing pterosaurs that inhabited ancient tree forests, the differences between different individuals of the same race are also obvious.

Considering the subsequent feeding and use, emaciated, aging, injured individuals, it is definitely not considered.

The kind of young and strong individuals with huge physique are the targets they prioritize.

It is always more difficult to descend than to go up, especially with this almost vertical and steep mountain, and the gale wasted a lot of effort before carrying the pork chop down to the bottom.

A cat and a dog found a rock recess to hide temporarily.

Pork Chop was about to pull out his binoculars and pick them up against the sour pterosaurs hanging from the rock wall, when Gale suddenly turned around and arched it with his nose.

"What's the matter?" Pork Chop asked in a low voice.

Gale shook his head and looked up to indicate the location of the deep rock hollow.

The pork chop looked along the guidance of the gale, and found that the rock wall in the rock recess was actually painted with a dark red pattern.

The pattern is certainly not a natural formation, it looks like a finger with a plant or mineral dye, and it looks like an abstract painting or some kind of text or totem, which is completely undecipherable.

"A meow left behind by orcs like the Odd Faces?" Pork Chop muttered.

Anyway, it won't be left by Elu or Meralu, there doesn't seem to be a wild Alu tribe in the New World, and the Elu and Meralu clans in the stronghold are the same as it, from the Old World.

The pork chop hesitated, but still took out a small notebook and quickly copied the pattern.

The old man who always wears a hat and is obsessed with studying the orc race may be of great interest.

After the recording was completed, Pork Chop put away the small notebook and took out the binoculars at the same time to take a closer look at the sour pterosaurs hanging on the mountain wall.

Soon, it made some discoveries.

Like many social creatures, sour-pterodactyls were "socially hierarchical", old and sick, and could only live on rock faces near the bottom of the canyon.

The sunlit upper layers of the mountain walls, especially the caves and crevices that shelter from the wind and rain, are the exclusive abodes of the fiercest and strongest individuals.

In other words, they don't have to go down to the bottom of the valley at all, and they can find the most suitable target on the rock face near the ridge.

Gale, let's go back to the ridge and meow, good targets are on it."

"Wang ??!"

(End of chapter)