The deal of exchanging the ancient elixir for the magical jellyfish was very satisfying to Anhil and the Beast Clan, who were both parties to the transaction.

Gordon and the others looked hot, and they also exchanged some things with the props on their bodies.

Hertha got a Bobo wood carved by the hands of the Beast Clan, and Gordon got a few rough crystals of pretty good quality.

The value of these items may not be that high, but it has also brought the relationship between the two parties a lot closer.

The Beasts warmly invite the Hunters to dinner, which is the most direct way for the Orcs to show friendship.

Never to worry about food preservation in the snow, the little ones dug up a large piece of frozen bobo leg meat from the snowdrift and set it up on the campfire to roast slowly.

According to the saying of pork chops, unlike the "just grilled" Qimian people, these beast tribes are quite skilled in barbecue, not only know how to marinate in advance, but even use various fruits and honey as spices.

Large pieces of roasted meat are not easily cooked, so they are cooked in one layer, cut off one layer, and the hunters eat quite satisfied.

In addition to roasted meat, they are kneaded into a dough with flour-like powder of plant seeds, which is then attached to the oven and baked into naan cakes, which are served with roasted meat.

The method of making this naan is almost exactly the same as what Gordon once saw in the desert areas of the Old World.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, or if there have been humans who have come here, communicated with the beasts, and taught these things.

Like, that expedition from a few decades ago?

The dinner lasted until nearly midnight, and the three Gordons and the beast-ridden people let go of their food, but they only ate half of the huge leg meat.

The rest continued to be set up on the campfire, slowly baking.

From time to time, the squads of the beasts who went out to scout and gathered would come back and see hot barbecue scones and guests there, and the little ones would dance and try to persuade the guests to eat more.

But they can't eat it anymore.

After a warm and comfortable night in the camp of the Beast Clan.

The cooperative hunting operation officially began.

Under Hertha's translation, the hunters learned the full plan of the hunting party of the Beast Clan.

For this plan, Gordon said.

You are the real Ice Hunters!

At first, Gordon thought that the so-called cooperation of the Beast Clan was to let him and Anhill attack the monster as the main force, and the Beast Clan assisted and completed the hunt together.

In fact, it is completely different.

The role of the hunters in this program can even be described as dispensable.

The reason why these little guys invited them to cooperate was not to borrow their combat power, but really just to show off the hunting skills of the beast clan.

The first step of the plan, reconnaissance.

This step has been completed by a dedicated Beast Clan Scout team, who have locked onto a lair of the Icefish Dragon.

That's right, these little ones love fish more than meat.

In their eyes, the ice ichthyosaur is an oversized fish.

The second step of the plan, trap arrangement.

When the ice fish dragon left the lair, they set up a trap near the ice fish dragon's lair, and the trap was dug deep and covered with vines, grass and other items.

In the eyes of hunters, this is an enhanced version of the trap, but it is inconvenient to carry around.

Once they had set the trap, they covered it with branches and snow and set a lasso nearby.

The third step of the plan, seduction.

This is where the hunters finally come in handy, and they are "ordered" to drive a bobo to the trap, and when bobo is caught in the lasso near the trap, all preparations are complete.

Then came the final stage of the plan.

Bobo, who struggled in the lasso, lured the ice fish in the nest, and the fierce fish rushed out of the snow and ice, and before he could enjoy the meal delivered to his door, he fell into the trap and was firmly controlled.

The two beast entangled squads that had been lying in ambush nearby jumped out of the snowdrift where they were hiding, and their sharp spears rained down on the ice fish dragon.

Anhill was in the mood and fired along.

In the end, the ice ichthyosaur died not very peacefully.

Collapsed in the trap with his belly turned up, looking like a hedgehog.

The hunt is over.

Gordon, who had witnessed the whole process, felt that he didn't feel any involvement, and then the beasts came to ask him for help.

Gordon, who felt that it had no effect, readily agreed, when he learned that the beasts wanted to ask him for his help in cutting the ice fish dragon into several pieces with a large sword for easy transportation and barbecue.

Gordon's face was a little dark.

My dignified nine-star hunter, "Brave" Gordon, holds a legendary-level sword made of ancient dragon-level creature pavilion mantis materials to help you chop fish?

When I'm a slaughterhouse? When my inscription greatsword is a kitchen knife?!

In the end, it was chopped.

Hundreds of kilograms of whole ice fish dragon meat are hung on the grill, repeatedly smeared with honey water, and grilled until fragrant.

The appetite brought by that visual impact is not comparable to a small piece of barbecue.

Gordon suddenly felt that it was worth it.

The three of Gordon roasted in the warm camp of the Beast Clan, bathed in the natural hot springs, feasted on Haise's delicious ice fish dragon barbecue, and tickled on the furry belly of the Beast Clan.

Hayatta and his entourage, under the leadership of the Master of the Wilderness, walked forward against the wind and snow.

Finally, they arrived at their destination, a cave hidden deep in the glacier.

Entering the inside of the cave, although it was still bitterly cold, at least there was no wind and snow that hit the face and made it difficult to breathe.

Shaking off the snow from her cloak, Hayatta let out a sigh.

"Hurry up and eat and rest, I'll be in charge of the vigilance."

Feng Ying took out the food she was holding on to her chest, so that the food could be kept at a basic temperature and easy to swallow.

Generally speaking, it is.

Feng Ying, who had been holding the piece of food she was carrying for a long time and almost didn't break her teeth, looked up at Hayatta aggrievedly.

Hayatta sighed helplessly.

The climate of this permafrost is harsher than that of the Flasia Mountains, and many of the experiences of the snowy mountains are not very useful here.

"Let's grill it a little bit on the barbecue, and everyone will take off the warmth." Master Wilderness spoke.

"Hmm." Hayatta retrieved the portable barbecue grill from Gale, which used fossil charcoal as fuel.

This thing has a high energy density, strong and stable firepower after ignition, and is the best fuel, the only drawback is that it is scarce and expensive.

Everyone gathered around two barbecue grills, while roasting the fire, heating up the food, and drinking a small amount of spirits, the body finally warmed up.

It didn't take long for everyone to be comfortable, and after a quarter of an hour, Master Wilderness ordered the barbecue grill to be extinguished to save fuel.

After packing his bags, Master Wilderness stood up and said, "According to the clues provided by the ancient dragonmen, we have roughly locked on this glacier, and the purpose of this time is to complete the exploration of the ice caves in this vicinity.

Regardless of whether the result is or not, we will all be returning tomorrow, and it is easy to get frostbite if you move for a long time in this weather environment, so pay attention to check your fingers and toes. ”

Everyone nodded their heads in understanding.

"There are ancient dragonmen in this place too." Gail muttered.

Aibo whispered beside her, "Well, I found it on the top of a glacier when I was separated from you before, and it told us that it was under the glacier or something. ”

Nestled on the back of the gale, the pandan who shrunk into a ball suddenly became a spirit.

"Meow?"

"What's wrong?"

"There's a peeping meow, what's staring at us nearby, it should be a monster meow!"

"Meow there!" The perceptually sensitive mushroom suddenly pointed in one direction.

Between the cracks in the ice wall, a dark yellow figure flashed, and Gail immediately raised the fire dragon saboteur cannon and fired a string of flame bullets.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

The flames bombarded the ice wall, and several shallow pits melted in the flames.

The hunters drew their weapons and stood on guard, and after a few moments, Pandan shook her head.

"It left Meow."

Ps.

This is the paralytic poison dragon of the Flying Thundersaurus subspecies, the ecological niche is not high, it is lower than the Flying Dragon species, and it is quite boring for the four high-ranking hunters to beat up.

Seeing a large group of eight people, two dogs and three cats here, they were bombarded again, so they ran away.

(End of chapter)