Pork Chop left alone with the Strange Noodles.

Listening to what the Odd-Faced Clan said, the king of the Strange-Faced Clan rarely stays in one place for a long time, and if he misses this opportunity, he doesn't know when he will meet him next time.

As a result, there is a high probability that the pork chop will not be able to return to participate in the investigation of the Miasma Valley.

However, considering that this contact could be of great benefit to the pork chops, Gordon repeatedly told him not to rush.

Have a good exchange, have a good exchange, and have the time to be.

"Do you really think that after being taught by the master and craftsman, learning the most advanced human blending techniques and alchemy techniques, and even the pork chops that can be kneaded with high-density dragon slaying carbon, what can you learn from those strange face clans?"

Anhill was skeptical.

Despite what he said, Anhill still gave the pork chop the greatest support.

Naturally, it is impossible for the pork chop to carry a dragon killing carbon, so in order to facilitate the pork chop to show its "strength", Anhill gave it a precious supernova.

The formula of the Supernova charge bears a lot of similarity to the dragon-killing carbon.

The pork chop is simply modified and modified, and a supernova version of the rocket is popped up, which must bring a little shock to the strange faces of the New World.

In the face of Anhill's "questioning", Gordon shrugged his shoulders and said he didn't care.

In his opinion, even if the pork chop didn't learn anything new, just went to make a few new friends and played around for a few days, it was nothing.

But the head of the third phase of the regiment said "heh".

She tapped on the incense burner and poured the ashes from the burned pipe into the incense burner, "When you have a chance to see the power of the New World Strange Face Clan, you will no longer have this kind of 'self-respecting civilization' arrogance." ”

For the next period of time, Anhill crouched in the research base, constantly reconciling the ballista.

Gordon struggled to get used to the equipment he had to use to enter the Valley of Miasma.

In fact, there are two most necessary things, one is a filtering breathing mask, which is mainly used to filter miasma and reduce the damage of miasma to the respiratory system, especially the lungs.

Listening to Ah Jian, if you don't wear this lower valley, you may grow hyphae in your lungs, and it is useless to drink the recovery medicine, after all, the recovery medicine only accelerates the healing of the wound, but cannot kill the fungus.

There is also a goggle, which naturally serves to prevent miasma from harming the eyes.

As for skin exposure to miasma, it is not too much of a problem, as long as there is no open wound, the miasma will be a slower process of eroding the skin, at least outside the core area where the miasma concentration is highest.

This can be supported by drinking medicine.

The construction of the respiratory mask and goggles is simple, and you can know how to use it at a glance.

But if you really need to fight, these two things have a big impact on your breathing rate and range of vision, and Gordon is trying to adapt to these as much as possible.

Three or four days passed like this.

Hayatta and the others, as well as the scholars from the research base who rushed to transport the Miserable Clawed Dragon subspecies, have finally returned.

Gordon was originally quite curious, he had never even seen the Miserable Claw Dragon with his own eyes, let alone a subspecies of individuals that had been mutated by some kind of influence, just like the Hellwolf Rex that he hunted back then, maybe it was the only one in the world.

However, the results disappointed him.

Picking up a neatly cut dark blue leather, unfolding it and shaking it, Gordon looked at Hayatta speechlessly, "I went to so many people, why did I still dismantle it and bring it back?"

Hayatta smiled dryly, "When the scholars went, they found that the cart they brought was not big enough, nor strong enough, nor strong enough to pull the cart, and it was impossible to transport it back completely from dozens of kilometers away over the mountains and mountains.

So, although there are some regrets, I can only dissect them on the spot. ”

"Okay."

Of course, there is a downside to a transport team composed entirely of academics, physical strength is not enough, and without suitable livestock, this cannot be achieved with rickshaw-pulled carts.

Of course, there are also advantages, bring tools, everywhere is a research room

Isn't this how this group of scholars planned it from the beginning?

The leader of the team was an elderly dragon scholar, who was holding a thick stack of autopsy reports and communicating with the leader of the third group.

The head of the regiment flipped through the report and looked at the materials he had brought back.

If it were Hayatta herself, they would have brought back only materials such as skins, claws, teeth, and tendons that would be useful to hunters.

The purpose of the scholars was to study, so they brought back some of everything, muscles, internal organs, and even blood collected a lot as specimens.

Curious, Anhill opened a tightly covered wooden barrel, only to find a large mass of rotting intestines, the smell of which almost made him faint on the spot.

From Hayatta's side, scholars have confirmed through dissection that this monster, which is nine points similar to the Miserable Clawed Dragon, is indeed a subspecies mutated from the Miserable Clawed Dragon.

But this mutation is not a 'mutation' that occurs in a short period of time.

It is unrealistic for such a large degree of mutation to occur through a few times of eating, and there should be other reasons besides eating the corpse of the ancient dragon.

"Those scholars called it the 'Fierce Clawed Dragon.'" Gail leaned over and added.

"Anyway, we think it's a strange name, although that claw looks very fierce, but isn't the claw of the miserable claw dragon the same?

If you want me to say, this thing can use dragon attribute energy, and its skin color is blue, so it's better to call it 'Dragon Claw Dragon', 'Miserable Dragon Dragon' or 'Miserable Blue Dragon'! ”

“.” Gordon fell silent.

Anhill covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, as if he hadn't recovered from the rancid stench just now, but he still couldn't help but mock Gail, "Your naming level is only like this." ”

Gail squinted at him, "Then the eldest young master, can you give it a try?" ”

"What's the point of doing that now that the official name has already been decided?"

"If you can't take it out, admit defeat!" Gail stared.

"Huh." Anhill sneered and folded the handkerchief and put it away.

Just when Gordon thought that Anhill had succeeded in ignoring Gail's provocation.

Anhill raised his chin slightly and said, "If I were to name it, I would call it 'Deathclaw Dragon', the claw that brings death." ”

"That's a good name, huh?" A dragon scholar next to him couldn't help but say, "If it weren't for the fact that the name of the Fierce Claw Dragon had been used in the report, this name might have been adopted by the professor." ”

Anhill smiled and spread her hands towards Gail.

Gail smacked his lips and turned his head, muttering stiffly, "It's not much better than my 'Miserable Dragon Dragon'." ”

"Huh."

Hayatta knew that if this continued, the two would quarrel again, so she quickly changed the topic, "By the way, what about pork chops?" Why didn't you see it? ”

Gordon told him all about the strange face clan's findings, and then told them about their plan to go down to the Valley of Miasma to investigate and confirm whether the Flame King Dragon had died in the Valley of Miasma.

When it came to business, Gail also got serious, "If the Yanwang Dragon enters the Valley of Miasma and is not dead, then the worst scenario we may face is to encounter two ancient dragons at the same time.

It's very unlikely, but you have to prepare in advance, you have to give me a few days to prepare, and I need to mix more crossbows. ”

When Gordon heard this, he couldn't help but glance at Anhill, who had just said something a few days ago.

"It's okay, Anhill has reconciled a lot in the past few days."

Gail smiled and beckoned to Anhill, "That's good! Come on, come on, hurry up and divide me"

(End of chapter)