Great Ant Mound Wasteland.

Alva held a complex map that ordinary people couldn't understand, and muttered to himself as he walked step by step.

"One hundred and seventy paces, turn forty degrees east-south, there is a slope under your feet, if you do the math. Two hundred and eighty-five steps or so."

The escort team, led by Feng Ying, followed behind him.

The twin knives made Ruijin yawn, "Boss Fengying, do you think it's okay to do this?" It's been almost a day. ”

Feng Ying glanced at him, "Then do you have any better way?" ”

"When I didn't say it." Ruijin smiled dryly and made a gesture to sew his mouth on.

"Mr. Alva, he stopped." The great sword, which was a head taller than Feng Ying, reminded Akaline in a low voice.

Several hunters immediately stopped chatting and walked up a few quick steps.

Alva put down the map, looked around, saw the hunters approaching, and said with a smile: "According to the topographic map, we have arrived. ”

Feng Ying looked at the thick rock platform beneath her feet.

Arrived?

Alva put away the map and continued: "There is definitely an error, and it is normal to deviate a few kilometers from the real target.

With this area as the center of the circle, we explored the surroundings in circles, focusing on the places with cracks and voids, which were most likely the outside of the dome of the target cavern. ”

"Well, it's a real time-consuming job." Feng Ying muttered.

They weren't the only ones on the team to find a new entrance, and everyone in the team was ready for a protracted battle.

Such an investigation lasted several days.

The compilers followed the topographical map over and over again, ascertaining a rough range, and the hunters turned over the area of several square kilometers.

One evening, they finally had their harvest.

Feng Ying led the team, passing by a huge anthill like a hill, and the heavy crossbowman Mia noticed that the guide insects in the insect guide cage had a slight reaction, and a trace of blue light flashed.

They immediately inspected the anthill closely.

Later, it was found that the ant mound had long been abandoned, and after digging a little, traces of the carrying ants being burned to ashes by the high temperature were also found.

Looking down through some slightly larger pores, I was not blinded by the golden light as I expected.

But it is also dark and bottomless, and it is clear that there is a huge underground space underneath it.

They fired flares, and the hunters and codifiers scattered around saw the signal converge.

confirmed.

This was the new entrance they had been looking for.

Star stronghold, training ground.

"Bang - Bang ——!"

Gordon wielded a bladeless training iron sword, and repeatedly slashed at the solid wooden stake target in front of him, which was more than a meter thick.

Although there is no blade, under the heavy force carried by the sword body, each sword will leave a palm-wide dent and more than ten centimeters deep in the scattered wood chips.

If this momentum continues, a pile target will not last long at all, and it will be crushed.

In fact, Gordon has also smashed many wooden stakes in order to regain his form in the past few days.

The head of the material squad was furious.

Every day, someone has to be assigned to replace the target, and sometimes even more than one.

Later, I was too lazy to put leather on the stake target, and I didn't bother to dry the stake peel, so the cost was lower, and it didn't last long anyway.

She even wanted to give Gordon a sturdy axe to help cut down trees in the nearby forest.

"How's your recovery going?" Anhill walked into the training ground and asked behind Gordon.

Gordon didn't answer him right away.

Instead, he suddenly lifted the projector on his left arm, pulled the trigger, and used the recoil of the intensified shot to accelerate the charge.

On the training sword, the golden fighting energy flashed and disappeared, and in the low cheer, the real energy slashed down, completely smashing the tattered solid wood stake target.

Glancing at the detriva, Gordon nodded in satisfaction.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and responded with a smile: "Almost, don't say it, I haven't hunted seriously for a while, and my bones are a little loose." ”

"Of course." Anhill tosses Gordon a water bladder.

Gordon took it, drank it all, and stretched the tense muscles all over his body, "Let's say okay first, I've been fine with you in the past few months."

In the last two months, I still have to come back to accompany Hayata. ”

After hearing this, Anhill raised his chin helplessly, indicating his understanding.

I don't know if it's because he is an orphan, Gordon especially wants to be a good husband and father.

This kind of mentality is actually quite common.

Mr. and Mrs. Evelyn, who came to the New World for their children, are an example.

Even Gail, although she is still very aggressive after having Fuf, her way of thinking has changed a lot.

"In the past few months, let's attack a few more times, and strive to scare the Brilliant Dragon, so that it will be convenient to explore later." Anhill joked.

This statement may sound like a joke, but there is actually a bit of seriousness to it.

It is true that the ancient dragons are arrogant, but that doesn't mean they won't be afraid and won't back down.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many records of repelling ancient dragons in the guild files.

Gordon put the training greatsword back on the weapon rack, "To put it lightly, we also have to draw lots, isn't the list of hunters participating in the investigation to be decided by lottery?" ”

"That's right." Anhill shrugged, "But since the last investigation, it was discovered that there was more than one Brilliant Dragon in the Golden Country.

Someone offered to make us make a regular appearance, well, especially after I broke the news that you would join us too.

I solicited everyone's opinions, and it was unanimously approved.

After all, competitors and thighs are two different concepts. ”

“.” Gordon didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Okay, that's not the point, I'm here to tell you, get ready to go.

Alva and the others have found a new entrance to the Great Ant Grave Wasteland. ”

Gordon grabbed his hair, "Do I need anything to prepare?" ”

"It has now been determined that the water type attack is effective against the Brilliant Dragon when the body is not wrapped in gold armor, and considering that the ice attribute has a better cooling effect, it should also be effective.

But once they're covered in gold, I'm not sure, I'm going to try the electric shock bombs, and the conductivity of gold is top-notch.

You are ready, you really don't have anything to prepare, the inscription sword is fine, and the dragon heat trap type [Red Giant Wing Betelgeuse] has a certain dragon attribute energy, which is also suitable. ”

"Then [Red Wing], if you don't say that, I'll forget its full name."

"By the way, pork chops are also in the war, right? Let it prepare more explosive bombs, the Radiant Dragons are too big, and it will not be easy to defeat them with the weapons in our hands.

But there's a lot of terrain to use in Golden Township, and pork chops are good at it. ”

"Okay, I'll talk to it."

As he spoke, Gordon suddenly remembered something, and smiled, "Anyway, although Hayatta was replaced by Jean, the team configuration doesn't seem to have changed."

The seven-star sword envoy added a cat, and replaced it with another seven-star sword envoy plus another cat"

Anhill glanced at him, "Jean with a sledgehammer, and, if I tell you this, what do you think she will think?" ”

"Please don't."

This is not a kind of NTR

(End of chapter)