Gordon knew that Anhill's hunt target was the Demon Bird.

It was a kind of bird-dragon monster with a similar size, strength, and ecological niche to the Great Monster Bird.

The only trouble is that this monster can spit venom not weakly poisonous from its mouth and tail glands, so it is a trickier opponent for novice hunters than the big monster bird.

However, Anhill is no newbie.

Gordon jokingly made a bet with Hayatta that Anhill would be back before the sun went down.

Hayatta wouldn't bet with him, because that's what she thought too.

But the result was a little different from what they thought.

Anhill, who set off in the early morning, actually rushed back to have breakfast with them.

In the ghostly expressions of the two, Anhill pretended to stroke the heavy crossbow [Famine].

"It's a pity, the battle ended too quickly, and it didn't serve the purpose of training, from the encounter to the successful hunt, is there a minute?" Anhill said, glancing inquiringly at Gale Wind.

The gale shook its head vigorously, and it didn't think it did.

"Oh?"

A voice came from the side, and the three of them turned their eyes to see Gael, who had led the Worm to breakfast.

After greeting Hayatta Gordon with a smile, she blinked at Anhill, "What is the eldest young master going hunting in the morning?"

Guess what, Demon Bird?

Heck, could it be because I took the only Jawd Dragon hunting mission yesterday, so someone can only get a three-star mission?

And it's a double barbarian jaw dragon in the same field, six-star difficulty~! Whew"

Gordon and Hayatta bow their heads to eat.

The mission of the New World Investigation Group is mainly to investigate and explore.

The number of hunting missions directly for the purpose of crusade is small, and Anhill only complained to them last night that the most difficult hunting task in the Ancient Tree Forest area is the Poison Demon Bird.

It turned out that the difficult one was taken away by Gail

Anhill was calm in the face of Gail, who had come to tease him, and continued to eat his breakfast as if he hadn't noticed the latter's presence.

The corners of Gail's eyes twitched, and he was about to say something more, Ansiel put down the dishes and spoke, "Miss Gale, I have a question for you."

How long does it take you to hunt a monster like the Jawed Dragon? ”

Facing Anhill, who inexplicably used the honorific title, Gale behaved a little unaccustomed.

She subconsciously replied: "Who can say this, if there is no accident after finding the target, a few hours, most of the day?" ”

Anhill slowly wiped the corners of his mouth with a hand towel, and then cast a look like an endurance thunderbug.

"You're a good dish."

“***！” Gail's fire was picked up at once.

Worm puffed out her mouth, as if she was a little dissatisfied with Anhill talking about her teacher like this.

Anhill folded and put away the handkerchief, smiled and owed, "I'm sorry, I was offended by telling the truth inadvertently." ”

In the face of Anhill's yin and yang weirdness, Gail calmed down, of course she could see that the other party was provoking.

She squinted and sniffed, and smelled a faint smell of gunsmoke, and the gale that was squatting beside her to eat was also dusty, and there were grass clippings mixed in her hair.

**Is this guy already back from the end of the hunt?!

Turning his gaze and glancing at the heavy crossbow on the table that he had never seen before, Gail quickly figured it all out.

She pinched her chin, "The target is two brute-jawed dragons, and it's okay for me to hunt alone, but with a worm, I can't take care of it."

So."

"One person, one head, how about a race?" Anhill smiled.

Gail let out a "huh", and it was exactly as she expected.

"I don't!"

Gail raised his chin, "Race for a basket, let's go, go get the guys with alcohol!" ”

Under the amused gaze of Gordon and the others, Anhill's face turned dark.

He took a deep breath, and Gail, who pulled the mob and left without looking back, sneered and said, "Ten times the advantage, if I take more than one-tenth of your time, even if I lose."

Someone wouldn't, wouldn't even dare to compare this? ”

“.”

Gail walked back with a dark face.

A racing race was inexplicably finalized.

Anhill and Gail, who are full of competition, each bring a large amount of ammunition and go to the mission area.

In order to avoid making excuses after his opponent lost, Anhill offered to say that he had a gale and Gale had no hunting partner.

As a result, Frog can join the race as Gael's hunting companion, helping Gael's players carry more ammo and participate in scouting, combat, and more.

Worms are full of question marks.

She thought she was a referee.

Gordon is looking forward to the final outcome of this competition, and to be precise, to be precise, to see how the two will react when the results come out.

He didn't think Anhill could really win tenfold.

Although the light crossbow is not known for its power, Gale is also a seven-star hunter, and the hunting method is utilitarian, using flashbangs, traps, etc., and the speed of hunting a brute-jawed dragon is not too slow.

But what if? What if something goes wrong during Gail's hunt? What if the power of the diffuser bomb breaks through imagination again?

In short, no matter who the final winner is, the two will have to fight when they come back.

That's what he wanted to see.

With this mindset of watching fun, Gordon decided to stay in the star stronghold for the next few days.

Unfortunately, things always go unexpected.

Two days after Anhil's departure, a team returned to the Stellar Stronghold in disarray.

They are members of the transport convoy of the fourth phase, responsible for transporting important materials such as ore collected from the Great Ant Mound Wasteland to the stars.

Halfway through, however, they were attacked by the Strangeface Clan.

Supplies, vehicles were all lost, a large number of people were injured, and the only thing to be thankful for was that no one died.

The commander-in-chief urgently summoned the people and held a meeting.

Under the red moon.

Wind, Blaze, and Fiorena walked among the cedar forests on the heights of the city.

"Wow." Feng Ying muttered in a low voice, "Obviously the scenery is very good during the day, why does it become like a ghost domain at night, there can't really be ghosts here, right?" ”

"Hmm!" Blaze nodded in agreement.

Fiolena said with a smile in her eyes: "The two warriors who successfully solved the just entangled beast, will they also be afraid of these?" ”

Flame and Wind puffed out their mouths.

Fiorina didn't continue on the subject, she restrained her smile and crouched down, looking at the ground as if it had been corroded by strong acid.

"Fortunately, there are some clues left, although I don't know how much the territory has changed and what impact it will have on other creatures."

The cries of crows rang out in the forest at night.

An extremely sharp sense of threat struck, and Blaze and Wind stared sharply in a certain direction.

"Beware!" The flames fluttered, knocking Fiolena to the ground, and Feng Ying quickly removed the shield and erected it.

A gust of wind hits.

The dust fluttering in the wind made it impossible to open their eyes, and they only felt that something huge was whizzing between them.

The abnormal wind almost blew them away, and several thick cedar trees on the side were inexplicably shattered.

By the time the wind had cleared, the surroundings had become a mess.

"Are you alright?!" Fiorena asked aloud.

"Hmm!"

"That's, what?"

Feng Ying quickly approached her companions, and her instincts told her that the danger was gone, but she still didn't dare to let her guard down.

In the air, several strange-looking butterflies flew by.

Scales that shimmered with an ominous red light, scattered stars.

(End of chapter)