At Hertha's suggestion, Anhill did not bring a gale.

Gale is a little aggrieved, what's wrong with it? It's notoriously docile.

What's more, it has recently become somewhat obsessed with the "sport" of sledding, and it feels uncomfortable to run in the snow for hours without pulling a sled on a day.

It didn't want to be left in the stronghold.

So Gale decisively took it away and sent the transportation to the door, why did he refuse?

The next day.

After hours of walking in the snow, Anhill regretted it somewhat.

If you make a mistake, you should bring a gale with you.

Wait until the sleigh arrives near the area where the beast is active, and then let it find a place to hide and stand by.

"Ratcht-"

Looking up at the pale figure flying through the snowy treetops, Gordon rubbed his frozen cheeks.

It was a creature called the Winter Pterodactyl, a pterosaur species unique to the Permafrost.

It is a close relative of the Row Pterodactyl, the Sour Pterodactyl and the like, and the body size is even slightly larger than that of the Sour Pterodactyl, and the strength is not weak, if it can be successfully tamed, it will surely become a good helper.

Naturally, the investigation team is also making efforts in this regard, and the arguing pterosaur and the acid pterosaur cannot adapt to the extremely cold environment of the permafrost soil, and if they want to obtain an efficient means of transportation, domesticating the winter pterosaur is an inevitable choice.

But the food reserves of the Yuechen stronghold have only recently been sufficient, and the construction of the dragon shed and the capture and domestication of the winter pterosaur have just begun.

If you really want to soar over this ice field on the Winter Pterodactyl, it will be at least a month or two away.

As for using the flying claw to hook one end casually and follow it, it's not impossible.

But wild pterosaurs are almost uncontrollable, the direction of flight and landing point are all up to luck, and they are also extremely prone to crashes, and people with normal brains are generally not so dry.

Hertha flipped through the map and adjusted her breathing as she confirmed the team's current location, "This is close to the area of activity of the Beast Clan.

There's a good place to camp nearby, so let's go there to eat and recuperate? ”

"Hmm." Gordon nodded in agreement.

Although he didn't feel tired, he also knew that it was not easy for ordinary people to trek more than ten kilometers in the snow in a row.

Along the way, Hertha was able to stay out of the team, which is already considered outstanding physical fitness.

The makeshift camp in Hertha's mouth was the same one they had visited a few days earlier.

There were many peppers growing nearby, and Gordon picked some of them and gave them to his companions to warm up.

As for the hot drinks that you carry with you, it is natural to save money.

Gordon had wanted to get some raw meat to roast, but he had to give up because of the inevitable smell of blood.

The group gathered around the bonfire that had just been lit and roasted and carried food.

This thing is already hard, and when it freezes at a low temperature of minus ten or twenty degrees, it can almost break people's teeth when it runs through bricks.

Grilled a little, it's also easier to chew.

Then, the eyes of the three Gordons inevitably focused on the pork chops.

The pork chop has a twig in its paws, and a sausage is skewered at the top of the sharpened top, which is sizzling on the campfire, and the tantalizing aroma of the protein and fat roasted goes straight to their noses.

Carrying food or something, I suddenly didn't want to eat it.

"You're making a small stove for yourself, where did you get the sausage?" Gordon asked in a quiet tone.

"Meow meow." The pork chop squinted and explained, "It's not a good thing, it's just a chowder sausage meow made from minced meat on bones, offal, and leftovers such as fish."

Isn't the usual dry food for hunting cats always this meow? It's not like you haven't seen meows."

It is true that they have been nibbling on sausages for pork chops in the field. (Settlement animation)

"Take it and taste it." Gordon hooked his finger unceremoniously.

I usually don't feel it when I see it, but when it is roasted in the ice and snow, it looks particularly delicious.

"Cat food has to be snatched." The pork chop mumbled as he handed the grilled sausage to Gordon, then pulled a few more from his bag to roast.

Anhill waved his hand, "I don't need to, I just eat and carry food." ”

He doesn't have the thick skin of Gordon.

"I don't have to." Hertha also smiled and declined.

Gordon took the sizzling grilled sausage, blew it slightly, then took a bite into the small half, chewed it, and swallowed it.

"Well, it's a little fishy."

"It's just you meow!" Pork Chop kicked him angrily.

Gordon smiled, took the peppers and grilled sausages, stuffed the softer food into his mouth, and drank two more sips of ale with ice ballast in the bladder, which was considered to fill his stomach.

While they were resting on the fire, they were discussing where to start.

In the distance, there was a sudden "boom" sound in the mountains and forests, accompanied by heavy footsteps and roars, constantly approaching.

The hunters immediately became alert.

Without superfluous instructions, the pork chops were already running out of the camp.

Gordon and Anhill also came to the outside of the camp, found a relatively flat woodland, and prepared for battle.

In the distance, the cedars were collapsing in patches, and the whining ice birds that roost in the forest rose into the air, fluttering wildly and screaming in panic.

The pork chop who climbed to the tree to lookout shouted, "Northeast meow, the straight-line distance is less than three hundred meters, quickly approaching the middle meow!" ”

Immediately afterward, it quickly described the image of the monster it saw, "Large beast dragon meow! With a body length of more than 20 meters, it resembles a tail hammer dragon meow! ”

"It's a matrosaurus!" Hertha, who was chasing after Gordon and them, listened and hurriedly said: "The newly discovered species after coming to the ice field has a violent personality and a lot of strength!" Watch out for those big horns! ”

Gordon's brow furrowed.

He had heard Feng Ying mention this monster, which, like the tailed hammer dragon of the Old World, was a herbivorous creature, feeding mainly on moss and trees, and was very aggressive towards creatures that invaded its territory.

But something is clearly not right at the moment.

The matrosaurus had been moving far away, but suddenly it came straight towards them.

It's like, it's like being specially lured here.

Anhill made a similar judgment, squinting left and right into the shadows of the forest.

Soon, he made some discoveries.

"Gordon!" Anhill shouted, "There are some 'audiences' nearby, since they want to see the show, let's play it better!" ”

When Gordon heard this, he immediately understood what Anhill meant.

With a grin, he took out a bottle of ghost medicine, poured it into his mouth, and then took a strange power pill into his mouth, and then pulled down his armor.

Feeling the surging qi and blood in his body, Gordon gradually unlocked the restrictions on the [Crazy Lines] armor.

There was a flash of red light in the visor grille, and this was just the beginning.

Judging the distance of the monster by the sound of footsteps, and feeling that the time was almost right, Gordon swung his great sword horizontally, stirring up the fighting spirit, and turned on the possession of the beast soul.

The blood-colored fighting qi rose along with the terrifying aura that devoured everything.

Twisting his neck, Gordon picked up his broadsword and began to gather strength.

A little farther away, Anhill slowly removed the usual magazine from the heavy crossbow and pressed a supernova directly into the crossbow chamber.

Shooting preparation is complete.

"Boom-"

The pale beast with its first horn burst out of the depths of the snow forest, like breaking a hollow reed pole, and smashed a two-meter-diameter cedar tree to pieces.

The target it pursued all the way nimbly burrowed into the ground and disappeared, and in the glade, Gordon, who constantly exuded a terrifying aura, became its new target.

With two hooves and feet, the beast lowered its head, marched forward with its horns, and launched a full-speed charge with a muffled roar.

The distance between the two disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Just as the pair of giant horns were about to lift Gordon away, Gordon roared and swung his greatsword.

The greatsword carried the power to shatter all defenses, piercing through the gap between the two giant horns.

Slashed at the top of the attacking beast's head with precision, narrowly missing its skull in half, and slammed its head into the snow.

The shovel-like horns then plunged deep into the ground, and the power of the charge was blocked by the earth, and the momentum of the giant beast was forcibly interrupted.

With a huge inertia, its feet lifted off the ground and tumbled forward.

"Moo, ——!"

In the snow splashing, the wail of the matrosaurus resounded through the snow forest.

Gordon didn't mean to take advantage of the momentum to pursue, moved his arm that was a little numb, and flew back with a knife.

Over the years, they have faced either the ancient dragons or the mysterious monsters like Behemoth, which are more terrifying than the ancient dragons. (Actually, it's also an ancient dragon)

It's really a thing like stopping the dragon car, even he doesn't dare to mess around.

Today can be regarded as finding a chance to cool off, and then it's time for Anhill to perform.

Anhill pulled the trigger firmly.

The bright muzzle flame flickered and disappeared, and the supernova flew out, burrowing precisely into the throat of the mazzalosaurus that was wide open in pain.

The golden-red fireball exploded, shattering the severed head from the inside out.

(End of chapter)