More than a week has passed since the lure operation was launched.
Compared with before the decoy operation began, this Tyrannosaurus Rex was significantly smaller.
Its body length and frame have not changed, but the terrifying muscles that rise like hills and burst the skin have shriveled up a lot over time.
Although the overall condition still cannot be compared with words such as "emaciated", it turns out that the Dino Tyrannosaurus, which has not been able to eat for a long time, has begun to digest its own muscles due to its super metabolism.
This should be good news.
Just like a person who has been hungry for several days will lose energy.
After being starved for a long time, the strength and endurance of the Dino Tyrannosaurus, which suffered severe muscle loss, should have declined significantly.
However, from these days of chasing and guerrilla warfare, the hunters were surprised to find that the condition of the Dino Tyrannosaurus had indeed declined, but it was far from the weak level they expected.
On the contrary, due to the influence of hunger, the level of violence increased several levels.
At this time, the Terror Tyrannosaurus had completely lost its mind and turned into a madman dominated by appetite. Every move revealed the madness of "just eat, not live."
However, those who have never seen this scene with their own eyes cannot truly understand this chilling madness and persistence based on just a few complicated descriptions.
Supplies, sleeping potions that haven't yet been used to make poisonous baits, the supply class will assist them. "
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"I proposed the seduction plan, and I took it for granted." The director of the Institute of Ecology sighed, "I'm sorry."
The fearful Gordon raised his neck and swallowed the wood chunks and slag in his mouth. At this time, let alone wood, even if the thing stuffed outside his mouth was a stone or red-hot coals, he would swallow it without any determination.
"Leader of the general investigation team, do you think it is necessary to stop the baiting operation and allow this Dreadgordon to resume eating and return to its original state?" the leader of the research team asked the tyrannosaurus.
"Captain, they are finally back. The Commander-in-Chief has been waiting for them to get bad for a few days. Please hurry up!"
The Tyrannosaurus looked at me. He really hated telling hot jokes.
Small trees fell.
The eight half-dead sour pterosaurs were thrown to the keeper who was responsible for taking care of the walking pterosaurs. In the eyes of the former, who had seen a ghost, the eight people, one cat and one dog rushed to the Bobcat Pavilion of the restaurant, ready to treat them badly. Let’s talk about the intestines and stomach.
Before coming to the New Little Continent, I had come into contact with that kind of monster. Naturally, I had no experience in hunting Dread Gordon. All judgments could only be based on paper data.
The implication is that if it's a casual matter, we can wait until you finish the meal before talking about it?
Amidst the violent roar, the dark Tyrannosaurus leaped into the air, spanning a distance of tens of meters in an instant, and its huge mouth with an angle of more than 90 degrees was about to envelop the hunter.
Liefeng, who was pulling the cart, cried out with a "woof" sound.
Anyway, it's just a dog, and the Commander-in-Chief will look for it if he wants to.
Dragging this cart that was slowly falling apart, I arrived behind the small door of Xingchen Stronghold.
The person responsible for covering Maka is Gale. Running between the shadows of the trees, you slide to a stop, aim your crossbow at the scarred forefoot, and shoot several crossbow shells in succession.
Seeing as it has come all the way to the new continent, how about you give it a new name? "
As he said this, and also waiting for us to ask questions, the Commander-in-Chief quickly told all the things that might make him appear.
The commander-in-chief nodded, "The hunters responsible for the lure operation are not very tired yet. If possible, I hope they can complete the preparations as soon as possible and rush over.
"Very slow!"
The leader of the research team pushed up his glasses and said to everyone: "By the way, the target was very hungry that time, so the term 'angry' may not be appropriate.
Tyrannosaurus thought for a while, shook his head and said: "It works. Although the risk of the lure plan is small, the benefits are real. The risks have been taken. It would be a pity to give up now.
There is indeed no record in the literature that people with extreme hunger will lose their minds and regard food withdrawal as their only goal.
Your choice is doubtfully correct.
After working as a coolie for half a month, it lost weight.
Thick, weakly corrosive saliva kept flowing for a moment, fearing that he could turn his head, and Fa used his scarlet eyes to stare at the insect stick user jumping between the tree crowns again.
The commander-in-chief thought for a while and said: "Panic, furious, let's call it 'panic'."
Tyrannosaurus thought for a while, but he expected that the Commander-in-Chief and others would adopt a tactic that would do more harm than good.
Scholars try to use that kind of attachment to seduce and weaken the fearful Gordon, but they fail to realize that the kind of attachment to giving up food is the smallest safety.
"The lure operation may not be a bad idea. By preventing the feared Gordon from retiring and consuming its physical strength... it will indeed be ineffective, but the fear of extreme hunger is too safe.
Therefore, there is the kind of accuracy that scholars who lack practical experience often make.
Maka was breathing heavily while running fast.
The subsequent misjudgment confirmed this for me, and also made me very concerned about the possibility of experiencing extreme hunger while hunting.
She pushed the green-black bug-stick in her hand into the ground and jumped into the air. Then, she shot a rope under the canopy of the tree above her head and used the force to jump to the branch one or seventy meters above the ground.
That was the only thought left in its mind.
That name is quite satisfactory, and everyone has some opinions.
In the last second, with bursts of heart-wrenching "crunching" sounds, the small tree that could only be surrounded by several people's hugs was chewed into two pieces by the huge mouth with astonishing bite force.
"Be careful!" A warning voice came from the distance.
The Tyrannosaurus Rex instantly realized that the "leader" was calling him.
But Gale Feng was still lying under the table, willing to move.
The hungry and crazy Gordon seemed to feel the pain completely. He roared and continued to move backwards, trying to catch up with the "food" that seemed to be able to be swallowed in his mouth with more effort.
"Bad cat."
The monitor of the research class is not an academic who specializes in literature. Rather, I am a practical person in the field.
"clear."
"...It's bad." The eight Tyrannosaurus Rex stood up helplessly.
That was a bad time to retreat, but Maka stopped and nimbly jumped down from the branches to the crown of another small tree, daring to stay for a moment.
The members of the first phase of the investigation team, including the sword master and the commander-in-chief, were in their seventies or eighties when they came to New Little Continent.
"Roar--!"
The pursuit continues.
"Hayata, are we trying the hunting method? A weaker Terror Gordon individual? Are we conducting a lure operation?" The Tyrannosaurus's face became darker and darker.
You have fought against a Horrible Gordon that was on the verge of starving to death. It felt no pain at all. Even if its legs were broken, it would continue to walk towards the food. Even if its intestines and stomach were broken, it would still swallow like crazy..."
The feared Gordon bit him completely, and his mouth full of sharp teeth was firmly embedded in the tree trunk.
The eight Cheng Ke people hurriedly came to the headquarters. When they saw us, the commander-in-chief breathed a sigh of relief and said, "They are finally back. If it is a few days later, you will have to send people to find them."
I pointed at the Tyrannosaurus and said: "It's a distance of two to eight hundred kilometers. That guy is riding a Pterosaur. The Sour Pterosaur is also poorly trained. How can he get there slowly?"
"It's not a problem now." Cheng Keyun raised his hand again.
An Xil just pulled Li Feng's cheeks and said to the pork chop: "The two of them should eat first and help Li Feng eat less meat and bones."
An Xil on the side also frowned, "Is it something urgent?"
As a result, as soon as we sat down and had time to order, we saw a young clerk from the general investigation team hurriedly walking over.
You can't use targeted tactics, such as preparing less sleeping toxins, poisonous raw meat as poison bait, and no trap tactics, which should be quite ineffective. "
The commander-in-chief rubbed his forehead, "Indeed, the letter sent back by the hunters responsible for the lure operation also mentioned that. It is normal for people to be frightened and violent in a state of hunger, and the situation seems to be more difficult."
Chase them down and eat them.
