Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Under the leadership of the pork chop, Ailu, who is good at digging, completed the preliminary confirmation of Lao Shanlong's current situation.

Under the expectant and nervous gaze of the president lady and many hunters, Pig Chop scratched his ears and gave this conclusion—it seemed to be dead, but he didn't seem to be dead.

Gordon could barely resist tugging at its cheek.

Facing everyone's unkind gazes, Pig Chop quickly explained, "I'm really not talking nonsense meow, the situation is like this meow! Laoshanlong's snort should have stopped meowing."

"This is meow that I confirmed!" Pan Lan jumped in front of Zhuba, "I got into its big nostrils, and I didn't feel the air flow after waiting for several minutes!"

Zhu Chop pushed Panlan aside, and continued: "We are still lying on our chests, and we haven't felt the heartbeat for a long time.

It's just that we can't be sure, whether there is a reason why Laoshanlong's heartbeat is particularly slow, or the heart is too deep. "

"So, Zhuba, why did you make the judgment that Lao Shanlong might not be dead?" the president lady frowned and asked.

In conventional cognition, no breathing and no heartbeat are ironclad evidence of death.

"I feel meow, I feel uneasy meow."

"Feeling?!" Fanti didn't expect that it would be such a "idealistic" reason.

Pig Chop scratched his ears again, "I have never really touched the dead Gu Longmeow, I am just wondering, the dead Gulong still has that level of aura?"

"I understand what you mean."

The president lady nodded and said: "Elu's perception is more acute than that of humans, although the remains of the ancient dragon's death, and even the blood of the ancient dragon, will have a similar deterrent effect on creatures with sensitive senses like Ailu.

But when you say 'to that degree', it means this sense of threat."

"It's not much weaker than before, meow." Piggy said.

The faces of the hunters became serious, and they looked cautiously at the pile of ruins.

Pig Chop is not an ordinary Ailu, nor is it an ordinary hunting cat. It has encountered ancient dragons many times and participated in combat operations against ancient dragons.

It's not normal for a corpse to make him feel quite uneasy.

Madam President looked at Xia Zuo, "Arrange the hunters to be on duty around the clock. At least two high-ranking hunters are guaranteed to participate in each shift. The rest of the high-ranking hunters must also be prepared to enter the fighting state in a short time."

"Understood, I will arrange it."

On the first day, not many people dared to relax their vigilance. Even if they were not on-duty hunters, they would glance at the pile of ruins from time to time.

The next day, everyone's tense emotions naturally relaxed a little, at least when eating, their eyes were more focused on the food in front of them, rather than those stones.

As the third and fourth days passed, fewer and fewer people were on high alert for the ruins.

Especially low-star hunters who lack knowledge of creatures like ancient dragons.

In their view, it is normal for monsters to sleep for a short period of time and to feign death, but three or four days have passed.

This frighteningly large monster, how could he deserve to die thoroughly?

Of course, under the supervision of Xia Zuo and Madam President, the hunters on duty will still keep vigilant.

But this does not prevent other hunters who have nothing to do, go to a place a little further away to hunt two herbivorous dragon wild boars, and drag them back with a car to give everyone a tooth-beating sacrifice.

After gnawing on the food that was carried these days, the back molars were almost worn out.

In the middle of the night, on the decisive battle square in the old village that had become a mess, the bonfire was bright.

The aroma of barbecue diffused far away. If it weren't for the battle a few days ago, which "cleaned up" the velociraptors and pterosaurs in the surrounding area, it might attract some gluttons.

On the edge of the square, Gordon and Ted moved a stone brick, and squatted in front of the ruins where the old mountain dragon was buried, in a daze.

It's their turn to be on duty tonight.

They didn't even light a bonfire. The night in July in midsummer was already hot enough. The moonlight in the sky and the light from the bonfire in the distance could still be seen. There was no need to light a fire to make themselves suffer.

"Brother Gordon."

"Um?"

"Look at this rock, this pile of rocks, it hasn't moved in the past few days."

"ah?"

"What do you think we mean by doing this?"

Ted stroked his head with unshaven short hair, and muttered, "It's been these days, that guy should be dead, right? Do we really have to be careful?

Well, it's Gu Long, yes, it's always good to be cautious.

But, can't the person on duty just be more vigilant? Is it necessary for all staff to abstain from alcohol? They are not allowed to drink after the shift is over. There is no hope! "

Gordon heard the words and clicked his ears.

The guy babbled a lot, and only the last half of the sentence was what he really wanted to say.

It can be summed up in three words - I want to drink.

In fact, not to mention Ted and the others who directly marked "alcohol" in the team name, even Gordon himself was a little greedy.

It's a pity that Ms. President, Mr. Xia Zuo, and Mr. Miles are really strict. The permission to barbecue and eat hot food only started yesterday, and the wine was not discussed directly.

In order to cut off the thoughts of this group of drunkards, the lady president personally smashed all the wine barrels in the warehouse.

No one wants to drink until the battle is really over!

"More! Want! How much! How long! Ah!" Ted, who was addicted to alcohol, howled.

Gordon breathed a sigh of relief, and said a little weakly: "There should be three days, um, three days.

According to Madam President and the others, in three more days, the old mountain dragon will be fine even if it jumps out of the grave with a fraudulent corpse. Difficult to pass.

So, three more days, the last three days."

The two fierce men who charged against the ancient dragon without batting an eyelid looked at each other and let out a long sigh.

hard

At this moment, a sneaky figure slipped over.

When she got closer, Gordon and the others realized that it was Maca who came.

With a smile, she took out a flat glass bottle not much bigger than the palm of her hand from the prop belt, winked and threw it to Ted.

Ted's eyes lit up, this is a bottle of spirits!

He didn't have time to thank him, so he uncorked the bottle impatiently, raised his neck and took a big gulp, the expression of intoxication and enjoyment only lasted for a second, and then it became weird.

"What is ale?"

He thought it was spirits. If it was low-alcohol ale, it wouldn't be enough to drink!

Maca rolled her eyes angrily, "It's good to have a sip, are you still picky?"

Under Gordon's envious eyes, Ted, who opened his mouth as much as a Tyrannosaurus rex, drained the remaining liquid in the bottle, rubbed his hands and said, "Not picky or picky! Where did it come from? Is there any more? "

Maka looked around and said in a low voice, "Babaka sneaked into the warehouse to install it, that's all."

"Aren't all the barrels smashed by the president?" Gordon asked curiously.

"The bottom of the broken wooden barrel, there will always be some left!"

"...You guys are really capable." Gordon didn't know what to say.

"Fortunately, it's my uncle's darling." Ted said with a smile.

"Then if it really brought you a bottle of spirits, why don't you call it daddy?" Gordon teased.

"It's not impossible?" Ted said something that would be beaten to death by Miles.

"Okay, I'll go first, pack up the wine bottles, don't be discovered by Mr. Miles, or you will have to be taught a lesson." Maka stretched her waist, and was ready to leave with a smile. Before leaving, she said to Ted winked.

When Ted was a little confused, Hayata came over with two large pieces of freshly grilled meat.

"Oh hoo?"

Perhaps the right amount of alcohol endowed him with a higher IQ. Ted grabbed the wine bottle he had just dropped, and winked at Gordon, "Master, go take out the trash!"

Gordon scratched his chin, not knowing whether to say thanks or what to say.

Just when Macarted was about to get up and leave to make room for Hayata, who was holding a barbecue, Babaka, the little odd noodle tribe, suddenly ran over madly.

"Babaka, kabala, babaka!" shouted the dancing Babaka.

Maca, who was the only one present who could understand the language of the Qimian tribe, picked it up, "What did you say?!"