The third day after the combat meeting.
The evacuation of East Doruma has been completed. Whether it is the residential area or the prosperous trading street, even the famous East Doruma Port on the mainland is silent.
Walking on the deserted street, a diabolo basket was blown by the wind and rolled past the hunters. Feng Ying stretched out her foot and stepped on it, muttering, "It has become a ghost town."
Anhil glanced at her, "This means the evacuation is complete, which is a good thing."
"The guild suddenly ordered us hunters who participated in the war to gather in Battle Street. There should be news." Gordon turned his head sideways and urged, "Let's go faster."
"Huh?! Is Styracosaurus here now? It's so sudden!" Feng Ying subconsciously wanted to check the contents of the prop bag.
Hayata knew that Feng Ying had no experience in participating in large-scale defense operations, so he explained: "No, if the Styracosaurus attacks, it will not send someone to notify the gathering, but directly sound the alarm.
If we gather together, we should have confirmed the whereabouts of Styracosaurus, so let us enter the battle street and camp in advance to prepare for the battle. "
"So that's it." Feng Ying knocked the bamboo basket away with her kick, "Then why are we in such a hurry?"
Gordon bared his teeth at her, "It will be easier to grab a tent with better quality."
“This is the reason”
Passing through the residential area and the trading area at the foot of the mountain, Gordon and the others entered Battle Street.
The so-called Battle Street is actually a very large urn city, covering an area of tens of thousands of square meters.
The structure of the city wall here is very special. It is not a vertical wall, but a stepped one.
Each floor is nearly twenty meters high, and the total height of the three floors is more than fifty meters. Even a super giant ancient dragon like Laoshanlong cannot climb out of the urn city.
There are a large number of artillery and heavy crossbows installed on these layered walls. Hunters can launch three-dimensional attacks on the attackers from all directions.
The dragon-killing cannon, which the master craftsman calls "a decisive weapon against ancient dragons", is installed on the highest level of the city wall.
The construction cost of this kind of stepped city wall is several times that of an ordinary city wall, and Dongdoruma relies on this indestructible battle street to stand firm in countless ancient dragon attacks.
The outer city wall is the only exception.
The wall that separates the battle street from the outside of the city is a traditional vertical structure. Although it is also strong at the fortress level and cannot be broken by ordinary monsters, it is slightly weak against the ancient dragon's attack.
It was this city wall that the rusty steel dragon destroyed.
Land monsters such as Lao Shanlong would not even be "qualified" to enter the battle street if they did not tear down this wall.
It is said that this design also has profound meaning. After all, the purpose of establishing the battle street in East Doruma is to repel monsters, not to hunt dogs and hunt ancient dragons behind closed doors.
Trapped animals with no way out are the most dangerous.
If the attacker is afraid, he can turn around and leave at any time.
Anyone who knows the history of Dongdoruma will know that this outer city wall has been rebuilt eight times if not ten times.
Gordon looked at the outer city wall that had just been rebuilt with the efforts of the craftsmen working overtime, and couldn't help but murmur in his heart.
If Styracosaurus attacks, there is a high probability that this city wall will not be able to be saved. It’s really hard on them.
"Brother Gordon! This way, this way!"
Hearing someone calling him, Gordon turned around and saw Aiden, the newcomer with pen, trotting all the way to them.
"The temporary camp is over there, and the people are almost here!"
They followed Aiden to the so-called temporary camp. The conditions were slightly better than Gordon imagined. At least it was not open-air, but some rooms built inside the walls of Battle Street.
There are also public storage boxes, which are already filled with various supplies, and can be freely accessed after the battle begins.
Gordon glanced around the room and stopped paying attention.
The idea of grabbing a tent before was just a joke with Feng Ying. It was only for a few days anyway. He didn't care about the living environment, as long as it was enough to lie down.
Except for Ancil who had unloaded a lot of ammunition boxes from Gale, the others didn't have much luggage to put away, so Gordon asked Aiden to take them to where the hunters gathered.
The guild informed them to come and gather. There should be a group meeting or announcement.
As he expected, there were already more than thirty hunters gathered on the city wall where the dragon-killing cannon was set up, and the number was still increasing.
Gordon noticed that Master and Julius were there and walked through the crowd towards them.
"Ahem, here we come." The master smiled and nodded to Gordon and the others, "The investigation team sent by the guild has confirmed the location of the Styracosaurus and arranged for the hunting cats to take turns monitoring it.
Scholars from the Ancient Dragon Observation Bureau judge that the next attack will happen soon. "
Gordon nodded. He was not surprised by this result. Otherwise, what would they do together?
"Master, are you in charge of commanding this defensive battle?"
"It's not really a command, cough, cough, cough."
Perhaps because he has been busy recently, the former legendary hunter is not in good physical condition.
He stooped his back and coughed for a while before continuing: "I can only say that I have to convey the general process, and the real on-the-spot judgment depends on you."
"Really, you still insist on running out after this, and you still think that you are the nine-star hunter who singled out the ancient dragon?
Don’t you have two great disciples? Don’t you feel safe leaving it to them? Hilda frowned and approached.
Her words were a bit harsh, but the master still smiled and said, "As expected of someone who has been an instructor for so many years, he is so strict."
Hilda gritted her teeth.
The two of them were from the same era, and as her senior, Campbell had always looked like this since she was young. She would always smile when she scolded him.
After teasing Hilda, Master Jiang's expression became more serious, "Ahem. Just in time, your three teams have arrived, so I'll talk to you guys first.
You also know that to deal with an opponent like Styracosaurus, the more hunters the better.
After discussion, the guild decided that you three teams of top hunters will be the main force in blocking the Styracosaurus.
That is, the Silver Edge Hunting Group, the Pen Head Hunting Group, and the 'Training Camp Hunting Group'. "
Hilda rolled her eyes, seemingly dissatisfied with the strange team name of "Training Camp Hunting Team", but from a certain point of view, this team name quite fit the situation.
In addition to her, there are three other people in this team, namely the six-star light crossbow wielder Gale, the six-star hunting flute wielder Feidi, and the eight-star gun wielder Altman.
Gale and Feddy were both outstanding hunters who came out of the East Doruma Hunter Training Camp, and Altman, like Hilda, was an instructor in the hunter training camp.
Unlike fixed hunting groups like Yinbian and Bitou, temporary teams often have hidden dangers, such as differences in actions and disputes over command authority.
The training camp squad obviously doesn't have such troubles.
Needless to say, Feddy was a gentle and caring family man, but even a rebellious and dirty-mouthed guy like Gale looked like a frightened Marutori in front of the two old instructors.
Don't dare to be disobedient.
At the call of their respective captains, three teams, eleven high-ranking hunters, plus a sunny and cheerful boy who had sneaked in, gathered around Master Campbell.
Feng Ying smiled happily.
Great! Finally he is not the one who sneaked in!
However, as she smiled, her expression froze, and a stern gaze with a scrutinizing look swept across her body.
Feng Ying swallowed and secretly looked back along the line of sight.
Oh my god! Who is this gunslinger next to Aunt Hilda? Why is he taller than Master Gordon? !
(End of chapter)
