Under the personal command of the commander-in-chief, the various departments of the investigation team broke out with astonishing efficiency.

A series of tedious work, such as the refurbishment and commissioning of the airship, the preparation of combat materials, and the arrangement of the accompanying personnel, which had been sealed for many years, were all completed in just two days.

In the early morning of the third day when Gordon returned to the Stellar Stronghold, the airboat, called the "Stars" by the veteran craftsmen of the second phase of the regiment, set sail in the morning breeze.

Standing on the deck of the pod, which was converted from the stern of the ship and was a little chubby overall, Gordon had a feeling of "long time gone".

He leaned on the railing, overlooking the star stronghold that was gradually moving away, and couldn't help but sigh, "The stability and comfort of the airship are really incomparable to the pterodactyl." ”

"Wang!"

The two-headed tooth hound lying on the deck was grinning at the corners of his mouth.

According to the original plan, the boxes of materials fixed around were to be carried by them to the Great Ant Grave Wasteland.

I don't know how many trips I have to make.

Long live the airship!

As an equipment craftsman, Isana regretted: "It's a pity that the time is too tight, otherwise the whole dragon lance would have to come up, and the empty boat without the dragon lance is incomplete!" ”

Do you have any misunderstanding about the concept of "empty boat".

Feng Ying wanted to complain a few words, but looking at the black horned dragon shield axe that had regained its shiny luster in her arms, she chose to shut up.

Whatever the craftsman says, that's what it is!

The number of people who set off with the airship was not small, and in addition to the Gordons and their codifier partner, and Isana, the craftsman who accompanied the team, there were several teams of young hunters with good skills.

The cycle of this battle is unprecedentedly long, and it is impossible to survive by relying on the top hunters alone.

Fortunately, the pterosaur climbed the body of the molten mountain dragon to destroy this kind of thing, the requirements for hard power are not too high, and what tests the courage of the hunters is more.

In front of the "brave" and "white wind", boasting about their own strength will blush a little, but if you want to talk about courage, no young person who has the strength to be promoted to three or four stars will feel that he is timid.

They were even generally a little excited—excited about their imminent involvement in the battle against the ancient dragons.

When I was in the Old World, the guild kept information about the ancient dragon species relatively tight, but after joining the investigation team and coming to the New World, I still knew more or less.

I didn't expect this to have a chance to do it!

Looking at the young hunters on the deck, chattering in groups of threes and fives, Gordon couldn't help but think back to his younger self.

No, I shouldn't be "old" when I'm two months away from being thirty, right?

After laughing at himself in his heart, Gordon said: "Hurry up and rest, you won't be so idle after the battle starts!" ”

With that, he left the deck and went down to the cabin.

Behind him came the giggling responses of the young hunters.

"Yes! Mr. Gordon! ”

"Sister Fengying, the brave man is much more imposing than you, learn more!"

"Presumptuous! I want to call it 'the fifth phase of the group leader'! ”

"Get out!"

Due to her size, Feng Ying, who was really difficult to establish a majestic image in front of her peers, followed Gordon and came to the cabin in a huff.

The cabin was full of supplies, and there were few places to stay.

The pork chops were pouting and digging into a batch of wooden barrels, which were half-finished bomb barrels, and the most dangerous work of installing the leads would not be carried out until they reached the camp in the Great Ant Grave Wasteland.

"How's it going?" Gordon walked over and asked.

A pork chop with thick dark circles came out from under a wooden barrel, "It's almost meow, it's almost finished." ”

Feng Ying, who came over, habitually wanted to squat, but suddenly found that if she squatted down, she was afraid that she would look up at the pork chop, so she immediately stopped her movements and reached out to help the pork chop dust off her body instead.

"Why don't I go up there and get a few people down there to help?" Feng Ying proposed.

"Forget meow." The pork chop shook his body vigorously, "This batch of gunpowder has been added, and the trigger structure of the barrel has also been changed, so that people who are not familiar with these will come, and if it explodes, we will set off fireworks together." ”

"Feeding."

Looking at the rows of wooden barrels in the dim cabin, Feng Ying shuddered, "These can't all be the dragon slaying carbons, right?" ”

"How can it be meow, where are there so many material meows, these are just more powerful bomb barrel meows."

"What's the big law when it's bigger?" Gordon asked cautiously.

Pork Chop raised his face and bared his tiger teeth to reveal a dangerous smile, "Please stop thinking about using a knife to detonate a meow, people will not have a meow." ”

Ride a pterosaur and hover at an altitude of nearly a thousand meters.

At this height, most types of monsters would turn into an inconspicuous dot, and the Molten Mountain Dragon, which was more than two hundred and fifty meters long, still occupied a large part of the line of sight.

It walked slowly on the Gobi Desert, every step was calm and steady, and its movements seemed to be slowed down countless times.

But only in this way can we balance the huge body like a mountain.

"It's really Nirvana!" The massive helmet made Gail's shouts urn-like.

Anhill squinted at the staggering beast below, he'd grown accustomed to someone's dirty exit and learned to ignore it.

As long as he doesn't mess around in front of his daughter, he doesn't bother to correct anything.

"Ratch, rattle!"

A piercing chirp was heard, and several sour pterosaurs flapped their wings and coiled around them.

Just as the old mountain dragon was surrounded by a large group of snake dragons and speed dragons waiting to pick up cheap ones, there were also a large number of acid pterosaurs and rattling pterosaurs gathered around the molten mountain dragons.

When they saw other creatures flying in the air, they approached to see if there was anything cheap to pick up.

"Ga ——!"

Above the heads of the hunters, carefully bred and bred by the investigation team, the sour pterosaurs, which were far larger and stronger than their wild counterparts, roared back fearlessly.

If it weren't for the hunters' control, they would even want to rush into the wild pterosaurs and wreak havoc.

A few years ago, the Gordons had bred a small group of sour pterosaurs that they had brought back from the Grand Canyon.

Today, these large and ferocious sour pterosaurs have replaced the docile walking pterosaurs and are the first choice for many survey hunters.

Although they are difficult to train and difficult to control, as long as they fight a few more times, after being subdued, they are indeed better than the docile Walking Pterodactyl.

The speed is fast, the strength is great, and the courage is also great, and in the current situation of being surrounded by wild sour pterosaurs, if it is replaced by a walking pterosaur, I am afraid that it will already panic.

The roar of the sour pterosaurs did not drive away their greedy wild kindred.

Naturally, the wild pterosaurs did not dare to attack the two strong sour pterosaurs, but they wanted a piece of the pie.

That's right, in the eyes of these wild pterosaurs with low intelligence, the hunters hanging under the body of the acid pterosaur are the prey captured by the latter, and they may be able to grab a leg or something when they are unprepared.

"Tsk." Gail smacked his mouth in frustration.

With his left hand, he stabilized the rope that controlled the sour pterosaur, and with his right hand, he single-handedly removed the black feather crossbow from behind him, and unfolded the crossbow with a flick of his arm.

The ballista had already been loaded in advance, and the trigger was pulled, and a series of piercing bullets flew out, and the wild pterodactyls hovering around suddenly let out a burst of screams.

Two of them were seriously injured by the rapid-fire piercing bullets on the spot, and they fell miserably, and the roar of the ballista fired frightened the remaining ones into scattering.

"That's it!" Gail put away his light crossbow and glanced triumphantly at Anhill, who was not far away.

The heavy crossbow can't fire with one hand, right? Hee-hee-hee-hee.

Even if he couldn't see it, Anhill, who could guess Gail's expression, laughed, "Who are you wearing that helmet, squeezing your eyebrows and eyebrows?" ”

"You're jealous!"

"Less nonsense! Decline! ”

(End of chapter)