With the help of the pterosaurs, the hunter and his party returned to the temporary camp set up by the Fish Basket Clan at the top of the tree.

Although Oshura's injuries were not light, although he temporarily regained his mobility under the influence of the excitement of returning home, he fell into a coma again not long after returning to the camp and relaxing.

After asking Pandan to check her companion's injuries and instruct him to take care of the unconscious Osura, Hayatta came to Monroe, an orc researcher.

The old scholar, who was also melancholy, immediately asked, "What happened?" Is she okay? ”

Hayatta quickly replied: "There is a cracked bone, and the internal organs and brain have been impacted, and I am afraid that I will not be able to recover my combat ability in a short time."

We found the monster, indeed a dinosaur, but definitely not an ordinary species.

I can't tell if it's a subspecies or a special individual, the skin is black, the scales are slightly golden reflective, the muscles are much stronger than ordinary dinosaurs, and the dragon attribute energy contained in the body is not comparable to ordinary tyrannosaurs. ”

Hayatta described in detail their encounter with the Dark Dinosaurus and the course of the battle.

Hopefully, Monroe, as a scholar, can provide some clues.

Monroe shook his head lightly after hearing this, "I'm sorry, my main research direction is in the orc race, and I don't know much about beast dragon monsters like dinosaurs. ”

Hayatta was a little regretful, but not unexpected.

The vast majority of scholars still have a specialization, like the professor at the Institute of Wild Dragon Disease, from monster ecology to archaeology to alchemy, there are very few all-rounders who know everything after all.

The old scholar pressed the hat and continued, "But in any case, this matter must be reported to the commander-in-chief immediately.

Dinosaurs are too destructive to the ecology, not to mention that this is a special individual that surpasses the original species in all aspects.

In the past few weeks, the medium and large organisms from the coastline to the nearby forest area have basically disappeared, which is an area of nearly 100 square kilometers!

If this momentum continues, it won't be too long before even the area around the ancient giant trees will be affected, and this impact is not short-term.

Although the energy intensity of the New World is high, the activity of flora and fauna is strong, and the self-regulation ability of ancient trees and forests is also amazing, the effects of the disappearance of the upper species in the biosphere are not so easy to eliminate. ”

Hayatta nodded, "That's what I thought too, so I'm going to report back to the Star Stronghold immediately, but Oshura will need to recuperate for at least a few days before he can fly long distances on a Pterodactyl."

Mr. Monroe, I would like you and Aziz to stay here for now, to accompany her to recuperate, and to learn as much as possible from Detle's mouth.

Wait until Ozura regains her mobility, and then return to the Star Stronghold together. ”

"But what is going to happen to that Tyrannosaurus in that case?" Azi walked over and asked.

Hayatta glanced at the unconscious Oshura and said to Az: "Although it is a little uncomfortable to say this, the truth is that with the strength of the three of us, we are not sure of hunting that black tyrannosaurus.

Now that Oshura is injured and unconscious, there is no important shooter missing, and the success rate of the two of us continuing to challenge is too low.

We must first withdraw to the stronghold, discuss with the commander-in-chief and scholars, designate a better hunting plan, and make more targeted preparations, so that the next crusade can proceed smoothly. ”

Azi sighed, "Well, you're right, I'm just a little worried about the Detlers, and they're going to have a hard time after we're gone." ”

"You reminded me." After Hayatta said this, he turned to Monroe and said, "Mr. Monroe, help me translate the next words to the Fish Basket Clan."

Dinosaurinosaurs have a keen sense of smell and incredible strength and jumping ability, and if they discover this location, they will be in a dangerous situation.

It is recommended that they not gather together, scatter and hide, one or two Dettel targets are too small to plug their teeth, and the dinosaurs may ignore it, but twenty or thirty in a gathering is not necessarily.

As for where they can hide, they are indigenous and know better than we do. ”

"Okay." Monroe answered, translating the words to Fishbone, the leader of the Fishbasket Clan.

Fishbone was hesitant, after all, Dettle in the wild relied on unity to survive and reproduce from generation to generation in the dangerous ancient tree forest.

Hayatta crouched down and said comfortingly, "Don't worry, the Tyrannosaurus has devoured all the medium-sized creatures in this forest, and there should be no other monsters that will pose a threat to you except the Tyrannosaurus itself."

Survive this short period of time, save everyone's lives, and when we get rid of that guy, everything will gradually get back on track. ”

After listening to Monroe's translation, the leader of Detle, fishbones, struggled for a while, and finally agreed.

It said it would find a way to move the wounded to the safest possible location, while also pleading with the hunters to deal with the "beast that devoured the forest."

"Of course." The hunters solemnly made reassurances.

In the northern part of the Ancient Tree Forest, at the foot of the mountain outside the Grand Canyon, three people, a cat and a dog, panting.

The process of capturing the sour pterosaur was unexpectedly smooth.

After successfully knocking out the first one, the three Gordons also knew the danger of the creature Sour Pterodactyl.

A mere trash fish

As a result, the capture plan was changed from the original "carefully selecting targets, carefully luring them, and then carrying out the capture".

It became "You guys go up together, we'll pick it slowly when we're all stunned." ”

There is no need to use them as bait, and the three people, a cat and a dog roar on the ridge, fire cannons into the sky, and blow horn flutes indiscriminately.

The sour pterosaurs in the canyon who had eaten the corpses of their kind, but had not eaten at all, were quickly attracted by the movement on the ridge.

The next scene was more chaotic, the attack of the acid wing dragon could not break through the defense of the three's armor at all, as long as you were careful of those acids, there was no danger.

After a punch and kick, a hook and a pull, and a swing of the sword and shield, the half-dead sour pterosaurs lay on the ground.

Gordon picked and chose between the three of them, and finally selected six exceptionally strong individuals, and Anhill completed the capture after making up the "non-lethal" dose of capture tranquilizer bullets.

But the next step was to send these captured sour pterosaurs down the mountain, and they were tired enough.

They were tied and dragged again, and they were hung with ropes, and before they could be trained into means of transport, they became vehicles themselves.

It made Gordon miss the dragon ship of the Dragon Calendar Academy, as well as those large cargo airships, but unfortunately, they couldn't fly to the New World.

After squatting at the foot of the mountain and resting for a while, the people, cats and dogs continued to work.

He carefully tied up the sour pterosaurs that had become weak in breath under the effect of the anesthetic bullets, especially the sharp beaks and claws.

Gordon and Ted then joined forces to lift them headlong onto the cart hidden at the foot of the mountain.

The task of capturing the acid pterosaur has finally completed the beginning.

Next, these guys will have to be dragged across the Ancient Tree Forest to return to the Star Stronghold.

It's a whole week's journey, and just thinking about it, makes people feel weak.

"What if. . When the time comes, what to do if these guys are not easy to use. "A pork chop with messy hair sits on the head of a sour pterosaur, looking like it has burned out.

Gordon tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Then bake them all." ”

(End of chapter)