"Roaring ——!"

"Boom"

The roar of an unknown creature, and the rumbling of the mountain cracking, echoed through the mountain and into the cave where the Strangeface camp was located.

This is not the first time.

According to Maca, in the few days they were lying in the Strangeface camp to recuperate, they could hear similar movements almost every day.

This terrifying beast from another world has upset the balance of power in the land of dragon crystallization.

It's like an unreasonable thug, rampage, indiscriminately attacking any creature that comes into its sight.

Including cologne.

"It's best to fight your life-and-death meow, so we can retreat safely." Pork Chop muttered as he checked the healing of Ted and his injuries.

"I'm afraid it's not easy." Gordon looked at the darkening sky outside the cave, "With the strength of Behemoth that I have learned so far, there are not many ancient dragons who can fight with it.

These ancient dragons. It's all a mobile disaster, but once you feel threatened, you really don't hesitate to run. ”

"There are also those who are aggressive by nature and will not retreat from fighting to the death, aren't they all worn by you?" Anhill glanced at Gordon.

"If that black-thorned Exterminator is still there, with its temperament, it can really fight with Behemoth, but it's a pity."

"Can I be blamed for that?"

Anhill chuckled, not answering Gordon's words.

At this time, several odd-faced clans carried two stretchers made of branches and vines, and ran over as if offering treasures.

I have to say, as friends, these little guys are really interesting.

Not only did he take the risk of rescuing the three people from Behemoth's mouth, but he took them in for nearly a week.

After learning of Gordon's next retreat plan, he offered to help, and even prepared to summon more Odd-Face Clan to help escort the wounded.

Gordon politely declined.

The danger of Behemoth is no joke, and it is not an exaggeration to classify it as a nine-star danger level according to the guild's standards.

At the moment, the king of the Odd-faced Clan is not in the land of dragon crystals, and without the leadership of the king, it is difficult for these little guys, no matter how brave, to pose an effective threat to Behemoth.

And if Behemoth makes a random move, the Odd-Faced Clan may suffer heavy casualties, so there is really no need to drag them into the water.

However, Gordon did not completely refuse the help of the Strangefaces.

The little ones can at least help guide the way and carry the stretcher.

Originally, Anhill planned to let Gale carry the two people to evacuate, but now with the stretcher, Gale can be liberated, and once a battle breaks out, it can also have a high mobility combat power.

Compared with letting tooth hounds carry them, the stretcher also causes less secondary damage to the wounded.

In the ten or twenty hours that they waited for night to fall again, Gordon and the others did not leave the camp of the Strangeface Clan for a single step.

While recuperating and recuperating, we are also repeatedly revising and refining the action plan.

Real battles are full of surprises, and most plans are useless at all, and more often than not, they have to rely on on-the-spot response.

But do more planning, and everyone's response can be a little faster when a crisis occurs.

In the face of a strong enemy of Behemoth's level, sometimes it is the early reaction of that second and a half to save his life.

Gordon came to the mouth of the cave and listened carefully.

The battle in the distance has subsided, and the sun has set over the undulating horizon of the mountains.

He turned back to Pork Chop and asked, "Brother Ted, how are they doing, are they able to act?"

If the movement was from Behemoth, it is still far from our evacuation route, and it is best to set off now. ”

"Uncle Ben is not so fragile, if the shield is not destroyed, Uncle Ben can still fight!" Ted, who was so immobilized that he couldn't even sit up, shouted.

The voice was still weak, but at least it wasn't as weak as it was last night.

Maca raised her leg to give him a kick, but seeing the latter's miserable appearance, she still didn't want to do so, so she scolded and walked over, and with the help of a few odd-faced people, she carried Ted onto the stretcher.

"This mouth is the hardest all over the body, don't move! Lie down honestly!

God, why are you so heavy?! Gordon is here to help! ”

Gordon walked over with a smile and helped carry Ted, who weighed more than one hundred and fifty kilograms without armor, onto the stretcher.

The four odd-faced clansmen trembled with their hands and feet, and they couldn't lift the stretcher with all their might, so they had to call a few more companions to carry the heavy stretcher.

It's much easier on the Oshura side.

Although her injuries were more serious than Ted's, and she was still a little dazed, at least her body size and weight were in the range of ordinary humans, and the four Odd-Faced Clans could run fast with her on their hands.

Several other people also took advantage of this effort to complete the final inspection and preparation work before departure.

"Have you written down the retreat route?" Gordon tightened the straps of his weapon and looked at his companions.

"The chop rode the way in the gale, and we protected the wounded as fast as we could, and if it went well, we could reach the col where the airboat was in less than an hour.

In the event of an attack, the Odd-Faced Clan will not hesitate to retreat with the wounded and leave everything to us.

Pork chops, this last sentence helped me translate it to them. ”

"The orcs down there aren't that good at meowing." Pork Chop grumbled, but stumbled to get Gordon's message across.

"Get ready to run." Gordon poured a bottle of the potion pill, and several others drank the potion one after another.

"Let's go!"

"Meow!" The pork chop rode out first in the gale.

The shorter Odd-Faced people hurriedly followed the stretcher, and the scene was as if the stretcher had many legs.

Gordon's expression was strange for a moment, but he immediately put these thoughts behind him, and led his companions out of the cave, guarding the wounded, and moving quickly.

Operational efficiency is more important than anything else at the moment, as long as the evacuation is fast enough, you can board the airship before Behemoth wanders into the area.

It will be safe then.

Thinking of this, Gordon whispered, "Help share the weight of the stretcher, let's speed up." ”

Unlike the ancient forest of trees, the land coral plateau is an area with a thriving ecological environment, and the land of dragon crystals at night is particularly peaceful.

All that echoed in my ears were the deliberately suppressed footsteps of my companions and the sound of regular breathing.

There are no dangers along the way.

It's just that when passing through a few battlefields where rocks have collapsed and the gravel is messy, the battle traces and broken scales and broken claws that cause the guide insects to emit fluorescent blue light are unsettling.

Kilometers of travel pass in the blink of an eye, and only the last two kilometers of open mountain terrain remain, and you can reach the col where the airboat is located.

Without that sense of relaxation as they are about to reach their destination, the hunters' nerves are getting tighter and tighter.

It's hard to describe the feeling, it's like there's a mountain in your chest that makes it hard to breathe.

"It's coming." Hayata, who had broken at the end of the line, suddenly whispered.

"Hmm." Gordon answered.

No surprises, no frustration.

It may be that all the plans were based on the "attack", but Gordon has a feeling of "finally here" at this time.

After searching the shadows of the shadowy mountains around him for a while, he said softly, "Get ready for battle, it seems that that guy won't let us go so easily." ”

"Click-" Anhill didn't say anything, just silently loaded the crossbow.

Maca also took a deep breath to calm her mood.

In the shadow of night, one of the mountains suddenly moved.

"Knock, knock—"

With the sound of dull footsteps, it stopped at the front of the evacuation team.

The high and bulging back was like a real ridge, like the horror of death itself, suffocating.

"I can't hide from it."

Gordon slowed down and put his hand on the hilt of his sword, "Pork chop gale, you escort the wounded to continue to evacuate, and let the wounded take off directly after boarding the boat." ”

"Looks like you're ready to fight to the end?" Anhill glanced at him.

"Hmm."

Gordon stared at the scarlet eyes that seemed to devour souls.

"If you fight a guy like this, if you think about how to run, you're going to die."

(End of chapter)