"We're going to help meow?" Pork Chop looked at Gordon.

"Hmm-"

Gordon groaned, and what he struggled with was not whether to make a move, but when and how to make a move.

It is not difficult to hunt and scratch birds, with his strength and equipment, this level of monster is only a matter of a few minutes.

But he also hoped that before that, he would let the Scratching Bird lead them to find a more suitable camp.

Although they already have a good location, if there is one more option, why not?

After a few seconds of thinking, Gordon made a decision, "Pork Chop, you go to help, don't ask for a quick kill, you can first wound the scratching bird, let it go, and see if you can follow it to find its nest." ”

"Good meow!"

"Wait."

Gordon stopped the pork chop that was about to rush out, and added, "I'll leave first, and if you see a chance, you can try to get on good terms with that Dettel, maybe there will be some surprise." ”

"Meow?"

The pork chop didn't understand what Gordon meant.

"Oh, you just have to go, you should make a new friend." Gordon winked at the pork chop.

Pork Chop was stunned, looked at Dettle who was struggling with the bird scratching in the distance, and then looked at Gordon, as if he had misunderstood the latter's meaning.

"That Detter is a male meow!"

“.”

Gordon choked, and then said helplessly: "I didn't mean that, just like Xianglan learned the recipe for attracting incense from the fish basket clan, as well as the technique of manipulating honey worms."

"Ahem meow, I understand meow below" Pork Chop rushed out with a red face.

As he ran, he took out a bomb barrel from the package, held it above his head, and meowed loudly to hide his embarrassment.

The sound of the pork chop caught the attention of the struggling Detle.

Although the language barrier is incomprehensible, it can also extract from the meow "I'm meowing to kill you!" "Such emotions.

As a member of the Wormcage clan living next to the stronghold of the stars, it had seen the power of gunpowder, and quickly released its claws that were gripping the scales of the bird, and jumped off its back.

Seeing this, the pork chop reassured itself to draw the lead with its paws, and then threw the small keg bomb the size of a coconut at the scratching bird.

"Boom ——!"

The power of the barrel bomb prepared by the pork chop himself is not comparable to those "mass production".

The explosion flickered, and the fragments spread to all sides with the blast wind, and the scratching bird almost didn't give the inconspicuous keg bomb to the ground, and the scales on his side shattered, and a large scorch mark of blood was blown open.

"Meow!" Dettel was in good spirits, and he rushed at the stunned scratching bird with his bone staff.

The pork chop directly turned on the beast, and the scarlet appearance of the eyes lingered under the fighting spirit, just like an evil little monster.

Approaching on all fours, he leaped up and scratched the bird's back, grabbed the steel claws that hung from his waist, and scratched wildly.

The sight of the flesh and blood frightened Dettel, who was about to attack, to retreat.

In less than ten seconds, there were countless deep marks of flesh and blood on the back of the scratching bird, and the blood was even splashed on the pork chop.

"Rattle ——!" The bird howled miserably and shook its body in pain.

The Detter was even more frightened, and he shuddered, and was about to slip away, for fear that the guy who had suddenly sprang out would turn around and tear himself apart after he had finished scratching the bird.

However, the pork chop didn't give it a chance, interrupted its attack, and leaped high, its body flipping and falling in front of Dettle like a spinning top.

Raising his head, his blood-colored eyes stared at the latter.

Dettle raised his bone staff in a trembling manner.

Gordon, who was watching the battle from a distance, couldn't help but cover his face.

Are you too motivated? It's a bomb barrel and a beast, and Wild Dettle has never seen this kind of battle.

The scratching bird, which was not lightly injured, ran away in a panic, leaving only two cats to "confront" over there.

The pork chop dispersed and ended its beastification, put away its steel claws again, and stretched out its little paws to say hello to Dettel, not realizing how scary it was that his hair was stained red with blood.

Detle took a few steps back in panic, then turned and tried to run again.

The pork chop hurriedly grabbed it, "Wait meow!" ”

"Meow meow meow!" Dettle waved his bone staff wildly, looking ready to fight the pork chops.

"There is no hostile meow below" Pork Chop tried to communicate, but the language was different, and the panicked Detter couldn't calm down at all.

The pork chop didn't dare to continue to stimulate the other party, turned around and dug into his bag, found a sausage, and handed it to Detel.

Whether it's Elu, Meralu, Detle, or the Oddfaces, sharing food is the most direct way for the orcs to show favor to each other.

Finally, seduced by the smell of food, Dettle calmed down a little.

There was still fear in its eyes when it looked at the pork chop, but it also understood that the latter was not prepared to do anything with it.

Carefully reach out and "whoosh" to take the sausage.

After thinking about it, Detel also took out what seemed to be a dried horse from the small bamboo basket behind him, and handed it to the pork chop from afar.

The pork chop shook his beard, obviously not interested in air-drying Ma Lu, but considering the other party's mood, he still accepted it politely.

After the food exchange, Dettle was noticeably more relaxed.

"Meow meow?"

Although he doesn't understand the language of the Orcs in the New World, Pork Chop can roughly understand that the other party is asking questions like "who is it?"

"Chop meow." The pork chop pointed at himself.

Then he pointed at the other person, "What's your name?" ”

Detter uttered a few vague syllables from his mouth, and the pork chop tried several times, but it didn't look like it.

Dettle searched around, and soon picked up an ant the size of a pod from the ground, its claws pointing back and forth between himself and the ant.

"Your name is Ant Meow?" Pork Chop asked, tilting his head.

"Mani Meow!"

"Meow ——!"

Knowing each other's names, communication was finally established.

It was uncomfortable to feel covered in blood, so the pork chop made a gesture to the ants to wait, and ran to a pool of stagnant water a little farther away to wash it quickly.

Without the blood, the appearance of the pork chop would not be scary, and the ants would be completely relaxed.

Two cats squatted there and meowed around.

Gordon was relieved when he saw this, and turned to leave.

Unlike Mr. Monroe, who understands the Orc language of the New World, his rash appearance is likely to cause Detle's vigilance and uneasiness, so let the pork chops come into contact with them.

After a guessing exchange and some more food, the rejuvenated ant jumped up, waved his bone staff, and meowed loudly in the direction where the bird had left.

"Are you going to hunt it down?" The pork chop strives to convey the meaning to the other party.

"Meow!" The ant nodded vigorously.

"No problem, meow! Let's go meow! ”

The pork chop was fully equipped and was about to set off, but the ants grabbed it.

It picked up a bone whistle hanging from its chest, blew it vigorously, and then pointed its throat again, making a strange "whirl" sound.

Pork Chop looked at the ant curiously, thinking that it was summoning its kindred, but he didn't expect it to summon a small thief dragon.

Can Detter manipulate the Raptor?!

The pork chop was still surprised, and the ant had already turned over and jumped on the back of the little thief dragon, and waved its paws at the pork chop, apparently urging it to hurry up.

Glancing at the little thief dragon, who was acting very docile, Pork Chop no longer hesitated, jumped on the thief dragon, and sat down firmly behind the ants.

"Meow ——!"

The ant shouted, and the thief dragon spread its limbs and quickly chased in the direction of the bird's escape.

P.S. There is also a chapter around ten o'clock in the evening

(End of chapter)