Chapter 1066 Activation

The sun sets, the moon and stars rise.

The temperature dropped by nearly 20 degrees in just two or three hours after sunset, and the night wind was a bit chilly.

Hundreds of meters in the air, hunters and compilers rode pterosaurs.

Looking at the desolate land coated with a layer of hazy blue under the moonlight, Alva repeatedly adjusted the goggles on his face like he had ADHD.

His hands were shaking uncontrollably.

Soon, he will witness the second longest and heaviest magnificent creature among the known life forms, and even have the opportunity to land on it for close research and reconnaissance.

As a member of the Scribes team dedicated to exploring the unknown, how could he not be excited?

Gordon, who was flying not far from his side, noticed his movements and reminded him with a smile, "Relax, don't be so tense when you land, be careful not to twist your leg!"

Alva smiled awkwardly, pulled out a knife from his waist, and scraped it back and forth on the metal elbow pad a few times. With a slightly harsh "clang" sound, he quickly calmed down.

Gordon was full of questions about the strange behavior, and Alva, whose face had returned to calm, silently put away the knife.

When Rania was in a bad mood, she liked to sharpen her pair of Xunlong double swords, so whenever he heard this sound, he would calm down quickly.

Gordon wanted to ask him what he was doing, but the flashing red light on the Gobi Desert in the distance and the steaming smoke column attracted his attention.

Is there a volcano in the Great Anthill Wasteland?

Gordon subconsciously flashed such a question in his mind, and it took him a second to react that it was not a volcano.

It was their target, the Molten Mountain Dragon.

After staring at the moving volcano for a few seconds, Gordon inevitably had another thought in his mind.

This is a magma eruption and a volcanic ash column. How could it be hidden for more than a month before being found? !

Just as Gordon was puzzled, Ansel urged the acid pterosaur to fly near him.

"Abnormal! It is different from when we saw it during the day. The lava is more active and the movement speed is also faster!" Ansel warned loudly.

Gordon's expression was serious.

Of course, he would not doubt Ansel's judgment, but he could not confirm the reason for the activation of the molten dragon.

Previous reconnaissance operations were mostly carried out during the day. Could it be because of the night?

No, on the day of the earthquake, Mr. Mecca discovered the molten dragon at night. If the molten dragon was as active as it is now, Mr. Mecca would definitely mention it clearly in the report.

But on second thought, it might also be because the molten dragon had just awakened at that time?

His thoughts were confused and he couldn't figure it out. Gordon had to put the matter aside for the time being, waved his hand and made a few gestures, and guided his companions to start descending.

During the landing, they were not harassed by wild pterosaurs. Perhaps those greedy guys were also frightened by the suddenly activated magma.

The group landed on the front end of the back of the Molten Mountain Dragon one after another.

At the same time, the other two teams landed on the side of the Molten Mountain Dragon and near the tail.

Each team is composed of two upper hunters, two four- and five-star elite hunters, and an experienced compiler.

The reconnaissance efficiency is higher in this way. If all the upper hunters are concentrated in one team, it will be a bit of a waste of combat power.

After landing smoothly, Gordon felt the ambient temperature, squatted down, and touched the ground.

The ground temperature is very high. It is not surprising that the skin will be burned after a few seconds of contact without protection. After all, there is lava flowing everywhere.

The air temperature is not so exaggerated.

The night wind in the Great Ant Mound Wasteland took away a lot of heat. Although the heat wave from the ground was steaming, it was not to the point of being unbearable, so cold drinks were saved.

Standing up, Gordon looked at the two fifth-term hunters in the team.

Both of them were in their twenties.

The male bug stick user was named Mitt, who was lazy and looked listless. The female one-handed sword user was named Samron, who had a rare head of silver-white hair that was impressive.

"Let me repeat, our mission is to scout the area from the neck of the Molten Mountain Dragon to the spine. Don't get close to the head for the time being, as it is easy to be detected and there is also a risk of falling.

The primary goal is to find the Molten Mountain Dragon's weakness, which is related to the success or failure of the future battle."

"Senior Gordon! I have a question!" Samron raised her hand high, and it was unclear whether she was too lively or too serious.

". Next time, you don't need to ask so formally, just say it."

"How do we determine the weakness?" The white-haired female hunter looked around.

Gordon didn't have a good answer to this question. It felt like going to a volcano, and the mission goal was to ask you to find the weakness of the volcano.

It felt like there was no way to start.

"For the time being, there is no better way. Let's use weapons to knock around and see." Gordon said helplessly.

Alva immediately added, "You can focus on observing the parts and areas with red molten or flowing magma. If there are heat dissipation organs on the surface of the lava dragon, the temperature will definitely be very high.

Especially when the lava is activated.

By the way, pay more attention to the wrinkles, or cracks. Many large monsters rely on wrinkled skin to dissipate heat."

The hunters nodded one after another, and Gordon felt from the bottom of his heart that it was a wise choice to bring Alva.

"Baby, it's up to you. Find a place you can bite." The bug stick made Mitt release the glorious rhinoceros beetle that was resting on his arm.

The place where the hunting insect can bite must be a weak point. Mitt thought his idea was correct.

The beautiful hunting insect flew out stupidly, turned around, and returned to the owner's arm.

It didn't know what the hunter wanted it to bite, to bite the magma? I dare to suck it, do you dare to collect it?

"Hey" Mitt sighed and whispered to himself, "Is there really no way to be lazy?"

Everyone looked at him in silence for two seconds, and Gordon finally broke the silence.

". Let's start, evacuate in half an hour, can't stay on the back of the molten dragon for too long, it may make it angry.

Everyone spread out a little, but don't leave each other's sight. The molten dragon will occasionally move in a large range, be careful not to fall."

The hunters scattered.

Ansel was the most efficient. He held the King Fang Cannon [Thunder], loaded the shotgun magazine, and started firing everywhere.

In this way, the quality of the meat in various parts of the body of a large monster can be quickly confirmed, but it doesn't seem to work well on a molten dragon.

Two magazines were fired in a row, but nothing was found except a lot of broken stone chips.

Ansel, who had been mentally prepared, would not be discouraged so easily. He began to focus on aiming and testing those red semi-molten parts as Alva said.

Gordon also pulled out his [Epitaph] that had been stored at the bottom of the storage box for many years.

He planned to use this sword as a detector.

Weapons containing high-intensity dragon energy are very sensitive to the existence of ancient dragons. After coming to the back of the molten dragon, even if it was just held in the air, some hair-like red arcs would jump on the blade.

According to scholars, the molten dragon is also a flesh and blood body, but the outside of the body is covered with thick volcanic rock.

If [Epitaph] shows a particularly strong dragon energy reaction to a certain part, then that part is most likely not volcanic rock, but an organ of the molten dragon.

Mitt waved the bug stick, hitting left and right, and occasionally used the bug stick to flip to a high place, looking for possible weaknesses.

Sang Mulong looked at his companions with envy.

Although the one-handed sword is flexible, the short blade is an unchangeable disadvantage. Using the one-handed sword to hit the ground is not only not suitable for the hand, but also easy to break the blade.

She loves collecting, so she simply took out the iron pickaxe she carried with her, found a place at random, and knocked it down.

"Hey! The pyroclastic stone!"

An Xier: "."

This is a headache.

Ps.

Mitt's character setting comes from the book friend "Wan Yu", and the white-haired female hunter comes from the book friend "I don't need it if I have a name change card, hehehe". Since the latter has no name, I used the homophony of the German word "collection" (Flilian naming method)

The main reason for choosing these two characters is that the setting is relatively simple and easier to fit in. If it is a very detailed setting, it is not easy to fit into the plot.