The king of the Odd Faces ordered his people to fetch some "gunpowder" produced by the Rock Thief Dragon.

The pork chop took out some, tinkered with it for a while, and hit it a few times with a catsword from a distance, "The stability is not bad." ”

As he spoke, he made a little bit more and drew a spark to ignite.

"Smack!"

The dark red powder burst into flames, scattering the sand and gravel in it.

The light in the eyes of the pork chop became brighter, "The power is above the standard lv2 gunpowder!" ”

"Such a little bit has this effect, it is almost close to lv3 gunpowder, the disadvantage is that it is not clean, there are too many impurities, and there is no way to make crossbows." Gail commented objectively.

Anhill frowned, although he was a little embarrassed, but he also had to admit the excellence of this "natural gunpowder".

It's no wonder that the Odd Faces care so much about these "blue fat people".

While the shooters surrounded the gunpowder in large quantities, the eyes of the Field Master kept falling on the two rock thief dragons.

The Rock Thief Dragon cub also "vomited" some sparks, and it seems that the hatchlings also have the ability to digest that kind of crystal.

What's more, she noticed that the Rock Thief Dragon's belly had been bulging ever since eating the Crystal, like a Great Thief Dragon that had swallowed a lot of food.

But when it spat out the ball of fire, its stomach immediately returned to its original state.

Is it for heat dissipation? Or is it something else?

Is it really a strange creature that has evolved a special digestive system in order to live in the northern part of the continent where food is scarce?

She recorded these conjectures, including the appearance and state of the rock thief dragon when it spewed fire, in her notebook.

This information will serve as a first-hand account for studying this newly discovered species.

The Hunters, Eru, and the Oddface Clan exchanged firearms until late into the night.

Anhill was amazed at the firearms skills of the Strangefaces, but did not think anything more.

In his view, human technology is more advanced, more sophisticated, and more stable and controllable.

Although the Odd Faces have many new ideas for firearms, their methods are too rough and full of a feeling of "I am thinking" because they have not yet formed a complete system.

Before you hit the enemy, you probably blew yourself up first.

Gale thought the exact opposite, and she admired the whimsy of the Strangefaces, such as the improvised cannon barrel, which in her opinion was a genius idea.

The process is simple, easy to use, the power is good, what is the accuracy is not good?

Come closer! 100 meters is not 50 meters, 50 meters is not 20 meters! Pile up the quantity, what opponent can't solve?

After the fifth phase of the group arrived, there were nearly 700 people in the entire Xingchen stronghold, and each person was sent one.

Cologne?

Times have changed! Nirvana lets you see the power of "civilization"!

She even excitedly said that after returning from this trip, she proposed to the commander-in-chief to mass-produce bazookas.

Listening to this guy's crazy thoughts, Anhill's face darkened even that of the Master of the Wilderness.

The idea may sound explosive at first, but not to mention the practical issues of how many people can remain calm in front of large monsters, how to train, how many people can perform at one time, etc.

Fighting the ancient dragons in this kind of military formation-like way, the casualty rate will definitely be so high that it will frighten people to death.

I hope the commander-in-chief can reprimand this guy well, so that she can stop thinking nonsense, but it is really not okay to send her a mask and let her go as a strange face.

In the residence of the Odd-faced Clan, Anhill and the others spent a very peaceful night.

There is a special Odd-Face Clan who is on duty at night, and this sleep is even more peaceful than in the camp.

The next morning, Master Wilderness and Pork Chop helped the Odd-Faced Clan go fishing, while the two archers shot a few sour pterosaurs roaming around foraging for food, replenishing the Odd-Faced Clan's food reserves.

Let the strange noodles who live in this barren mountainous area and are not rich in food "raise" them, and they will always feel a little embarrassed.

Gordon Hayatta did not come back, and according to the schedule agreed yesterday, Anhill and the others would return to the camp at noon to join the two of them.

After that, the hunters will disperse and scout the surrounding area to confirm the terrain and the distribution of monsters in the vicinity.

As long as conditions permit, it is the habit of their team to scout the battlefield before the hunt officially begins.

In particular, this time the opponent is a large wyvern with a high danger level, strong aggression, and good flying.

After all, the actual combat is not a "level", if you take it lightly and despise nature, even a nine-star hunter may overturn in front of the Great Boar King.

Together with Anhill and Sandstone, he dragged the corpses of the sour pterosaurs back to the cave, and looked at the Odd Faces who gathered with cheers, and Gail inexplicably felt a sense of accomplishment of "bringing back food and feeding the whole family".

Could it be that he is really a strange noodle clan?

Gail was confused for a moment, then quickly waved his hand to dispel the enigmatic thought.

Anhill, who was startled by Gail's sudden movements, looked at the woman strangely, wondering what nerves she was having again.

The King of the Odd-Faced Clan walked over, thanked the two marksmen, and then commanded the Strange-Faced Clan to handle their prey.

The skin is peeled, cut, and the edible offal is roasted and eaten, and the meat part is cut into small strips and slowly smoked into jerky to make dry food.

The two of them tasted some, no more than the carefully processed roast meat of the pork chops, these coarse jerky smelled so heavy that it was frowned upon, after all, it was the meat of carnivorous scavengers.

Anhill stiffened his head, swallowed the smallest one, and then stopped touching it, but Gale took the jerky in his mouth and chewed it croakingly.

In her concept, as long as you can swallow and eat something that doesn't happen, it can be considered food.

After a while, the Field Master and the Pork Chop, who had helped the Strangemian Clan go fishing, also returned.

There are a lot of fish in the underground river, as well as small creatures such as lizards and spiders, which are the staple food of the strange people who live here.

After eating some food that was far removed from the word "delicious", the group prepared to say goodbye to the Odd Noodles and return to the camp.

Before parting, the king of the Odd-faced clan handed the hunters a bone flute, saying that it could be blown vigorously to summon the nearby Strange-faced clan.

And the hunters also handed a few flares to the king of the Odd Faces clan, and explained the usage briefly by the way.

Once the Scaly Dragons attack, they will fire flares into the air, and they will come as soon as possible.

Declining the suggestion of the king of the Odd-Faced Clan to arrange for his clan to lead the way, the group left the cave and embarked on the return journey.

This trip cannot be said to be fruitful, but it can be regarded as seeing a lot of strange things.

Along the way, they were all chatting about feeding the Rock Thief Dragon, the firearms technology of the Odd Noodles, and the recipes of the Strange Noodles.

Until, a hair-raising sense of threat hits from above.

The hunters and cats looked up at about the same time, and the huge silver and black wyvern passed over them like a dark cloud that covered the sky.

A large piece of durian-sized, round "stones" fell like rain.

"Avoid!" Anhill yelled.

The crowd immediately dispersed and fell to the ground.

The "stones" that fell to the ground emitted a red glow that symbolized danger from the inside out, and after a few seconds, they detonated violently like bombs.

"Boom ——!"

The people who dispersed in time and fell down were not injured, but they were also disgraced by the shock wave and broken sand and gravel.

Even when he fell to the ground, Anhil's eyes were always fixed on the flying dragon that was gradually moving away.

Looking at its flight path, it didn't look like it was ready to attack further, but just passed by and saw a living thing, and bombed it along the way.

"It's nasty." Anhill cursed in a low voice.

Master Wilderness straightened the goggles on his head, and sighed in a tone of "I'm used to it": "The scale exploding dragon is like this, even if it doesn't have the desire to hunt, just when it finds a living thing, it likes to attack with exploding scales. ”

"Hey, hey! Is it heading for the caves of the Strangefaces?! Gail screamed suddenly.

It didn't take long for a flare to rise far into the air - a call for help from the Strangefaces.

Anhill immediately took out a flare and fired it, which was a "reply" to the Odd-Face Clan, and could also guide Gordon and them.

"Let's get over first."

"Nirvana's rush!"

(End of chapter)