The dragon consciousness ship stopped, and Gordon and others did not run around after landing on the city wall. They knew that someone would come looking for them soon.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, a short old man with a big belly and rather thick limbs hurried over surrounded by several hunters.
Gordon knew this man, Mr. Zheluo, the president of the Metabetate Hunter Guild.
When I came to Metabetat on a previous mission, I had two encounters with a bold old guy who also had a delicate mind that was inconsistent with his "cook-type" appearance.
The old man also recognized a few people on the bank of silver and the Dragon Consciousness Ship in mid-air from a distance. His first reaction was excitement. After all, strong reinforcements were coming.
Then uneasiness flashed across his face again.
The guild issued a continent-wide emergency declaration, East Doruma was under martial law, and manpower in major cities was tight. Now a batch of reinforcements suddenly arrived, which may not be good news for Metabetat.
Complicated feelings......
The old man wiped his bald forehead with his hairline receding to the back of his head.
He is not the kind of fool who confuses cause and effect and thinks that reinforcements bring bad news and are therefore unlucky.
When he strode up to Gordon and others, he had already adjusted his emotions.
He took the initiative to stretch out his rough and strong hands and shook hands with Gordon and the three of them. He lowered his head and squeezed the small paws of Pork Chop Pandan and shook them. Seeing the strong wind lifting the thick dog paws, he also grabbed them with both hands. grip.
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"The famous Silverborder Hunting Group, welcome to Metabetate. It's a pity that I can't entertain you properly now." The old guy looked a little regretful, "Our Metabetate's seafood is great, and the dry food is also delicious... ...."
"President Zheluo, since the situation is urgent, let's stop being polite." Gordon said with a dry smile.
"Ah, yes, yes, does the Great Elder have any special instructions?"
"The Great Elder didn't send us here. The overall situation is a little complicated, so I'll keep it short." Gordon sorted out his words and said quickly:
"Our team was ordered to investigate the fortress attack. According to the analysis of the investigation results, the attackers in the next round of attacks are most likely to be two, the Pavilion Mantis, and another unknown ancient dragon-level creature.
The scholars of Ryūryūin judged that the next attack location should be Metabetat. "
The civilian staff accompanying the old man were stunned, "Two ancient dragon-level creatures?!
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"What about the time? Is there an estimated time for the attack?" President Zheluo asked eagerly.
"Any time, it could be tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, or it could be the next second." Gordon didn't play catch-up and directly explained the worst-case scenario.
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President Zheluo tried his best to force out a smile, "Thank you for your help from thousands of miles away, otherwise I don't know what to do."
"Excuse me, how many hunters are there in Metabetat right now?" Ancil asked.
"There are twenty-one elite hunters with three stars and above. For high-level hunters, there are only three of us."
The person who answered Ancil's question was a middle-aged strong man next to President Zheluo. He was equipped with black horned dragon armor and carried a famous sword made of horned dragon and black horned dragon materials on his back, the Horned King. sword.
The strong man took off his visor, greeted Gordon and the others, and briefly introduced himself, "Seven-Star Great Swordsman, Asa."
"Six-star hunting whistler, Dorothy."
"Six-star katana swordsman, Dewit."
Silverside and Metabetat's hunters introduced each other.
None of their faces look good. The three of them are all local hunters. Their hometown is facing a crisis. Who can be happy?
Gordon was slightly stunned when he saw the appearance of the great swordsman - Iron-headed Asa, a well-known great swordsman active in the northwest of the continent, who was famous for his habit of accumulating power to cut off dragon chariots.
He has a special connection with this great swordsman senior.
When he left his hometown at the beginning of the year and worked alone in Minagard, he met Asa several times and shamelessly asked Asa some questions about hunting and sword skills, and Asa did not hesitate to teach him.
Once, when Asa was half drunk, he wanted to ask for advice on how to perform a powerful attack, but Asa didn't teach him, saying that his muscles were not strong enough and he could easily hurt himself.
At that time, Gordon didn't take Asa's words to heart. He just thought that the other party was unwilling to teach him, so he laughed and flattered Asa while pouring wine into Asa.
Asa, who was drunk and lost his mind, showed Gordon a charging move of a strong charge slash. After Gordon returned, he used that move to ponder.
He had to go through many strains and sprains, and in the end he was able to practice blindly, but he also left a lot of wrong movement habits, which he corrected only after meeting a master.
From a certain perspective, maybe Mr. Asa can still be considered half of his teacher?
Therefore, when Gordon greeted Asa, his attitude was particularly respectful.
Asa was a little surprised, but didn't think too much about it.
He didn't recognize that Gordon, the leader of the Silverborder Hunting Group who had become famous in the past two years and was known as the "brave", was the young man who pestered him with questions back then.
Gordon felt a little regretful, but it was a pity that now was not the time to reminisce about the past, and Mr. Asa was obviously not in the mood to reminisce.
"The attack may come at any time." Gordon gathered his thoughts and said to President Zheluo and Metabetat's three high-ranking hunters:
"This city wall is not a fortress. It has a lot of weapons, but it is not strong enough. It is too difficult to defeat ancient dragon-level monsters.
We may have to think of other methods. A head-on confrontation will cause heavy casualties, and the result is not likely to be very good. "
"Mr. Gordon, do you have any plans?" The female whistler named Dorothy looked very anxious.
"Sorry, not yet." Gordon sighed. He said these were just stating the facts, not trying to elicit anything.
"Well, I actually have an idea, but it may not be reliable." Hayata on the side raised his hand.
Everyone looked at her.
Hayata rubbed Pandan's head and said, "It was my hunting partner who reminded me, what was the purpose of those two monsters attacking the fortress?
It is not for the purpose of preying on humans, otherwise it would be more convenient to bypass the fortress and directly attack cities and towns, nor is it for migration like the Laoshan Dragon.
We know better about the Mantis, which is designed to collect large devices.
As for the mysterious monster.
It seems that in the two current attacks, it swallowed all the gunpowder and took away those sharp metal instruments, such as crossbows, dragon guns, etc..."
President Zheluo quickly reacted, "You mean, give them what they want so that they might leave?
There's nothing we can do about it. We can't tear down the city wall.
It's too dangerous to meet it, but the mysterious monster...
Indeed, the stored gunpowder and those metal devices were nothing compared to the loss of the city's destruction!
We can keep the part of the gunpowder and ammunition needed for the battle, hand over the remaining inventory as tribute, and bet on the possibility of a mysterious monster leaving! "
"Hmm..." Hayata pondered, "Shall I hand over the gunpowder as a tribute... Maybe that's okay?"
"Uh, Miss Hayata, isn't that what you originally thought?" President Zheluo asked blankly.
The expression on Hayata's face was a bit dangerous, "My original idea was to pile all the gunpowder together, and when the mysterious monster was about to eat it, detonate it in one breath to see if I could blow it half to death. .”
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