Deep underground, isolated from sunlight, the concept of time can easily be disturbed.

Every once in a while, Anhill would take out his pocket watch and take a look, and when the hands approached sunset in the evening, he summoned the other two teams that had scattered to explore.

The three teams gathered together and found a cave that was not spacious but strong enough to be used as a makeshift camp and built a bonfire.

They will camp in the Golden Country tonight.

Anhill hadn't thought about returning to the camp on the surface, and he was more inclined to do so in his cautious pursuit.

But at least half of the day's time was wasted back and forth on the road, and the Brilliant Dragon left the lair at this time, so he might not be able to find such a good time to investigate in the future.

So this time, he decided to take a little risk.

Take your hunting companions to make sure that there are no cracks in the cave where they have camped for the Strangeface to drill into, or behind the tunnels.

Anhill also ordered the hunters to keep vigil in three shifts in small teams.

This minimizes the chance of being attacked.

At night, not only the hunters with keen perception, but also the hunters felt the prying eyes of the Golden Strangeface Clan.

They also make some noises from time to time, constantly changing their positions, interfering with the hunters' rest and avoiding being locked by the hunters.

Anhill vetoed the hunters' suggestion to "kill out", telling them to keep vigil and rest when they deserved.

In the end, it was a night that was not too peaceful.

Early in the morning, Feng Ying sat up from the ground with a yawn and was stunned for a few seconds.

"Didn't sleep well?" Alva, who was writing something in her notebook, turned her head and asked her.

Feng Ying let out a sigh of "hmm".

Anhill glanced over, "We'll spend one more night in the Golden Country at most, and we'll be back tomorrow during the day." ”

After Feng Ying heard this, she scratched her hair that was a little messy, "Actually, we think it should be okay if we hold on for another two or three days, right?" ”

Several young hunters next to him also nodded in agreement.

"No, then there will be a significant decline in mental state." Anhill decisively vetoed.

"Don't be greedy, there will be a chance in the future." Alva smiled and persuaded him, and then spread out what he had just finished in front of everyone.

"Let's take a look at this."

"It's."

Gail took a closer look and said in surprise: "Topographic map of Golden Township? This has already been sorted out? ”

"It's not too complete, but it also covers about seventy percent of the area of Golden Township, and I don't dare to say that it's too detailed, at least it can help you identify a direction and not get lost."

"It's amazing to make a map in such a short time." Anhill complimented him heartily.

"It's their credit." Alva tilted his head and pointed at the compilers who were preparing breakfast, "I just put the information together. ”

The hunters looked around the map.

Jean suddenly spoke, "Huh? It turns out that our three teams were completely divergent yesterday? None of the areas explored coincided?

It's no wonder that you can create a topographic map of most of the area at once! ”

"yes!"

"Oh really! What a coincidence! ”

Anhill looked at these stunned people in disbelief, and someone still echoed such stupid words?

Don't you realize that it has always been the compilers in the ranks who have been responsible for determining the course of action?

Anhill began to worry.

In the Old World, hunters had to do their own research, make maps, analyze clues from the natural environment, and even cook food.

But when you come to the New World, with the system of codifiers' partners, hunters who are well taken care of in all aspects only need to fight.

It's not that it's bad.

It's just that

Hunters whose thinking is simpler, who are accustomed to using their hands more than their brains, and whose brains have been trained into muscular shapes, are gradually becoming shapes that cannot survive without compilers.

And people with such a personality actually account for a considerable proportion of the hunter group.

It's like an alcohol squad trio, one counts as one, it's all like this.

If it weren't for the fact that in the early years, Old Man Miles forced them to master various skills that didn't seem to have much to do with hunting, and the three of them wouldn't have been able to draw even a simple topographic map.

Not to mention the three.

Isn't there one in your own team?

Anhill looked at the large bowl in his hand, his face untroubled, and happily enjoyed the breakfast that the compilers had just cooked.

Look at Ai Bo who was crouching beside her, smiling at her.

I suddenly felt a little hairy in my heart.

Go back and ask Alva to make up for her, her brain will rust off if she doesn't use it for a long time.

After breakfast, extinguishing the campfire, and taking care of the makeshift camp that had provided them with shelter for the night, the hunters set out again.

It is still a strategy of three teams acting separately, and the efficiency is higher.

"By the way, Evelyn and their team haven't come back, where did they run with that Brilliant Dragon?" Gail asked suddenly.

"It's a good thing they didn't come back."

Anhill's gaze swept over a steamed crab that was slowly crawling by, "If they come back, it means the return of the Brilliant Dragon, then we should consider retreating." ”

"Yes." Gail nodded.

After thinking about it, she added, "Wait, you're unlucky!" ”

"Shut up."

There was nothing she could do with this guy, and Anhill scolded her in a weaker tone than when she scolded Feng Yingjin.

Half a day passed, around noon.

According to the agreement before departure, the three teams gathered in the temporary camp where they had spent the night last night, exchanged information, and completed the map.

Anhill deliberately drove Feng Ying to Alva's side, so that she could take a good look at Xuexue and how the members of the Serious Scrivener Team summarized the terrain information and organized it into a map.

The hunters and the compilers share their catch.

Some strange scenes, such as the Golden Temple, and several creatures endemic to the Golden Country, were captured by them with portable cameras and sketches.

A hunter took out a large crab the size of a palm, with a carapace like pure gold.

She was going to name it "Golden Crab".

A straightforward but boring name.

But Ai Bo found that this so-called "golden crab" should be the same species of the "steamed crab" that Feng Ying found yesterday.

It's just that more gold is attached to the surface of the body, so it appears purer and more vivid gold.

At best, it can only be regarded as a rare subspecies.

According to the naming rule that the subspecies cannot be separated from the original species, the discoverer can only name it in frustration - Golden Mantou Crab.

I watched as Ai Bo and the other compilers held notebooks, carefully sketching while solemnly marking the scientific name of "Golden Mantou Crab".

The young hunters of the fifth phase of the regiment were speechless for a while, and they jointly condemned the behavior of the "group leader" for indiscriminate naming.

At that moment, the tooth hounds, which were lying on the ground resting, jumped up, and the hunting cats looked in a certain direction.

"Quiet!" Anhill let out a low sigh.

The hunters, who had been teasing a second ago, immediately silenced, and the camp fell silent.

Anhill pressed his ear to the ground and listened carefully for a moment.

"There is something approaching, it is the direction of the entrance to the Golden Township." Anhil's face was not very good-looking, "Fengying, let's ride Gale Amber over and take a look first."

Everyone else is also ready to fight and rush over as soon as possible.

It should be that the Brilliant Dragon is back, and Evelyn's team didn't come back early to warn, maybe they were in danger. ”

(End of chapter)