Under the leadership of Zhupa, Ailu, who is good at digging, completed the preliminary confirmation of the current situation of Laoshanlong.
Under the expectant and nervous gazes of the president's lady and many hunters, Pig Chop scratched his ears and came to this conclusion - it seemed like he was dead, but he didn't seem to be dead.
Gordon almost couldn't help but pull its cheek.
Faced with everyone's unkind looks, Zhupa quickly explained, "I'm really not talking nonsense, meow. The situation is like this, meow! Lao Shanlong's snoring should have stopped, meow."
"This is what I confirmed, meow!" Xianglan jumped in front of Pig Chop, "I got into its big nostrils and waited for several minutes but didn't feel the airflow, meow!"
Zhupa pushed Xianglan aside and continued: "We are still lying on our chests, and we haven't felt the heartbeat for a long time.
But we can't be sure whether it's because Laoshanlong's heartbeat is particularly slow or the heart is too deep. "
"So, Pig Pork, why did you conclude that Lao Shanlong might not be dead?" the president asked with a frown.
According to conventional wisdom, the absence of breathing and heartbeat is ironclad evidence of death.
"It feels like meow, I feel uneasy down here, meow."
"Feeling?!" Fan didn't expect that it would be such an "idealistic" reason.
Pig Chop scratched his ears again, "I have never really come into contact with the ancient dragon after death. I am just confused. How can the ancient dragon after death still have that level of aura?"
"I understand what you mean."
The president lady nodded and said: "Ellu's perception is sharper than that of humans. Although the remains of the ancient dragon after death, and even the blood of the ancient dragon, will have a deterrent effect on creatures with keen senses like Ellu.
But when you use 'that level' to describe it, it means this sense of threat..."
"Not much weaker than before, meow." Pig Chop answered.
The faces of the hunters became serious, and their eyes became cautious when looking at the pile of ruins.
Pork Chop is no ordinary Elu, nor is it an ordinary hunting cat. It has encountered ancient dragons many times and participated in combat operations against them.
A corpse can make it feel quite uneasy, which is something abnormal.
Madam President looked at Xia Zuo, "Arrange hunters to be on duty around the clock. Each shift must have at least two high-level hunters participating. The remaining high-level hunters must also be prepared to enter combat status within a short period of time."
"I understand, I will arrange it."
...
On the first day, not many people dared to relax their vigilance. Even the hunters who were not on duty would glance at the pile of ruins from time to time.
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The next day, everyone's tense mood naturally relaxed a bit. At least when eating, their eyes were more focused on the food in front of them instead of the stones.
As the third and fourth days passed, fewer and fewer people were on high alert to the pile of ruins.
Especially low-star hunters who lack understanding of creatures like ancient dragons.
In their opinion, it was normal for monsters to sleep and feign death for a short period of time, but three or four days had passed.
This terrifyingly big monster deserves to die, right?
Of course, under the supervision of Ms. Xia Zuo and the president, the hunters on duty will still remain vigilant.
But this did not prevent other hunters who had nothing to do to go to a place a little further away to hunt down two large herbivorous dragon wild boars, drag them back with a vehicle, and give them a tooth-beating ceremony for everyone.
After chewing the food I carried for these days, my back molars were almost worn away.
Late at night, there was a bright bonfire in the final battle square that had become a mess in the old village.
The aroma of barbecue spreads far away. If the battle in the past few days hadn't "cleaned up" all the velociraptors and pterosaurs in the surrounding area, it might have attracted some gluttons.
On the edge of the square, Gordon and Ted moved a stone brick alone and squatted in front of the pile of ruins where Lao Shanlong was buried in a daze.
It's their turn to be on duty tonight.
They didn't light a bonfire either. The night in mid-summer in July was already hot enough, and the moonlight in the sky and the light from the bonfire in the distance were enough to make things visible, so 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 touched his head with short short hair and muttered, "It's been these days, that guy deserves to die anyway, do we really need to be so careful?
Well, this is a cologne, it’s always better to be cautious.
But, wouldn’t it be enough if the people on duty were more vigilant? Is it necessary for all employees to ban alcohol? They are not allowed to drink after the shift is over. There is no hope! "
Gordon heard this and pressed his ears.
This 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 put "alcohol" in their team name, even Gordon himself was a little greedy.
It's a pity that Madam President, Mr. Xia Zuo, and Mr. Miles are really strict. They only allowed barbecue and hot food yesterday, and wine was not discussed directly.
In order to cut off the thoughts of this group of drunkards, the president personally smashed all the wine barrels in the warehouse.
No one can drink it until the battle is truly over!
"More! Want! More! Longer! Ah!" Ted, who was addicted to alcohol, howled wildly.
Gordon breathed a sigh of relief and said feebly: "It should be three days, um, three days.
According to what the president, Madam and others said, in three days, the old mountain dragon will be fine even if it pretends to be a corpse and jumps out of the grave. When it wanders to the Xinzhai side, the Xinzhai will be built. Impossible.
So, there are three days left, the last three days..."
The two men, who were charging towards Gu Long without blinking, looked at each other and let out a long sigh.
It’s so hard...
At this moment, a sneaky figure sneaked over.
When she got closer, Gordon and the others saw clearly that the person coming was Maka.
With a smile, she took out a flat glass bottle not much bigger than the palm of her hand from her prop belt, winked, and threw it to Ted.
Ted's eyes lit up. This was a bottle of spirits!
He didn't have time to say thanks, so he couldn't wait to remove the cork from the bottle, and took a big sip. His expression of intoxication and enjoyment only lasted for a second before he turned weird.
"What is ale?"
He thought it was strong alcohol. As for low-alcohol ale, this wouldn't be enough to drink!
Maka rolled her eyes angrily, "It's good to have just one sip, but you're still picky?"
Under Gordon's envious gaze, Ted, whose mouth was as wide as a Dino Rex, drained the remaining wine in the bottle, rubbed his hands and said, "I'm not picky, I'm not picky! Where did it come from, is there any more?" "
Maka looked around and lowered her voice: "Babakar sneaked into the warehouse to load it, that's all."
"Weren't all the wine barrels smashed by the president?" Gordon asked curiously.
"There will always be some left at the bottom of the broken barrel!"
"...You guys are really resourceful." Gordon didn't know what to say.
"It's true that you are my uncle's good boy." Ted said with a smile.
"Then if it really gets you a bottle of strong liquor, you can't call it daddy?" Gordon teased.
"Isn't it impossible?" Ted said he would be beaten to death by Miles.
"Okay, I'm leaving first. Put away the wine bottles. Don't let Mr. Miles find out, otherwise you will all have to be taught a lesson." Maka stretched her waist and prepared to leave with a smile. Before leaving, she said to Ted He winked.
When Ted was a little confused, Hayata came over with two large pieces of freshly roasted meat.
"Oh ho?"
Perhaps the right amount of alcohol gave him a higher IQ. Ted grabbed the bottle he had just thrown away and winked at Gordon, "I'm going to take out the trash!"
Gordon scratched his chin, not knowing whether to thank him or what to say.
Just when Makatede was about to get up and leave to make room for Hayata, who was holding a barbecue, Babaka, the little Qimian clan, suddenly ran over like crazy.
"Baka, Kabala, Kabaka!" the dancing Babaka shouted.
Maka, the only one present who could understand the Qimian language, grabbed it and said, "What did you say?!"
