Chapter 1070 Come On! Big Brother Covered in Thorns!

Gordon still couldn't sit still.

Especially when the ground began to tremble and the rumbling sound of the mountain collapsing came from the direction of the Grand Canyon, as the leader of the investigation team and the person in charge of this operation, he thought that he should go over and take a look.

This time, Ansel didn't stop him, but just watched him personally and didn't let him take the barrel of explosives away.

Alva also followed. He was also very concerned about how the Molten Mountain Dragon broke through the Grand Canyon. As for the relocation of the camp, those young editors were quite capable anyway.

After quickly checking the equipment, the two set off on the pterosaur and flew towards the direction of the Grand Canyon.

After flying for more than a quarter of an hour, they returned to the Molten Mountain Dragon.

The attack team had all retreated. At this time, the Molten Mountain Dragon was climbing over the mountain, and its movements were large and frequent. At this time, it was too risky to forcefully climb on its back to attack. There was no need.

The way the Molten Mountain Dragon broke through the mountain barrier was very direct.

It did not bombard the mountains with volcanic magma as everyone had guessed, nor did it use any unprecedented ability to break rocks. It just kept moving forward like a mindless machine.

It supported its body with its hind legs, slowly stood up, and then pressed heavily on the nearly vertical cliff. The mountain range that should have been extremely solid suddenly collapsed, and it fell back to the ground with the collapsed rocks.

It kept repeating this step.

The mountains that hindered the investigation team's exploration to the north were like sand castles built by children on the beach in front of it.

It looked tall and solid, but once you really stepped on it, it would collapse continuously because it could not support itself.

The continuous loud noises came from here.

Alva opened his mouth wide and was stunned for a long time, then he said loudly to Gordon not far away: "Now I know that your decision to stop the commander-in-chief from building the wall is absolutely correct.

Mountains can't stop such creatures, let alone a shaky wooden wall?

By the way, what is the geology of the New World? How do the plates change to form such a messy terrain?!"

Gordon didn't have the leisure to answer Alva's questions, but just stared at the Molten Mountain Dragon trying to break through the mountains.

Its steps are firm, but very embarrassed.

This Molten Mountain Dragon is too old, and its remaining life is like a candle in the wind, but its instinct to die and mysterious call force it to move forward.

The hunters' uninterrupted harassment and attacks have aggravated its physical consumption.

It can be said that this is the weakest moment since it grew into an adult, and this "record" is being refreshed every moment.

For the investigation team, this is certainly good news.

But perhaps it is not only humans who are waiting for this good news.

"Alva! Be alert to the surrounding airspace!" Gordon suddenly shouted and reminded, while moving his eyes away from the Molten Dragon and looking around.

Alva was stunned for a moment.

Be alert? Be alert to what?

But he quickly reacted and his expression became serious.

Where did the Nergigante go? When did it appear?

These days, everyone has been discussing this issue.

The most ideal answer, of course, is that the Nergigante just happened to pass by at that time, and its appearance has nothing to do with the Molten Dragon. Now it has returned to the north of the continent and will not appear again.

But even the most optimistic people will not be stupid enough to take this answer as the truth.

A more recognized statement is that the Nergigante is waiting for the opportunity.

If it is a relatively healthy Molten Dragon, even if the Nergigante is exhausted to death, it is difficult to break through the defense of the former with its claws and fangs. After all, there is a nearly thousand-fold size difference between the two.

So the Nergigante is likely to wait until the Molten Dragon becomes weak enough, and then it will take action.

This is why Ansil removed the Silver Edge Team from the attack sequence and put them on standby as a precaution.

And now, watching the Molten Mountain Dragon moving forward relentlessly, breaking through the mountain barrier bit by bit, and occasionally slipping due to unstable steps.

Gordon put himself in the perspective of a Nergigante hunter, and this moment is undoubtedly the best time to attack!

As if to confirm his guess, a dark dot emerged from the northern sky, and continued to expand and approached rapidly.

A familiar roar came from afar, it was the Nergigante!

"One o'clock!" Gordon shouted.

Alva quickly pulled down the telescope on his head and looked over there, while reaching into his bag, ready to take out the flare and send out a distress signal.

But his action paused when he grabbed the flare.

Why send a signal?

The hunters of the attack team had already withdrawn, and the target of the Nergigante attack was the Molten Mountain Dragon they wanted to "capture".

So. This should be good news?

"Don't send a signal!" Gordon shouted, "Land immediately and hide somewhere!"

Gordon had similar thoughts, but he didn't want to continue floating in the sky.

If the Nergigante flies closer and discovers their presence, they decided to eliminate the threats outside the field first. They didn't even have a chance to resist if they hung on the pterosaur.

Using the acid pterosaur, which seemed a little panicked by the appearance of the Nergigante, to descend, the two finally landed on a tall anthill.

The surface of the huge anthill was uneven, which was convenient for hiding, and the field of vision was wide enough. The two put on the invisible clothes and began to observe secretly.

The only drawback was that the transport ants in the anthill didn't seem to welcome the two uninvited guests. They crawled on them, and the two could only endure it.

Fortunately, the Nergigante didn't notice their presence, or it might have noticed but didn't care.

"Roar--!"

It flew quickly to the sky above the Molten Mountain Dragon, spread its wings and let out a threatening roar.

But the Molten Mountain Dragon seemed to have heard nothing, and continued to crash and climb, using its own size and weight to break through the barrier formed by the cliffs bit by bit.

Realizing that it was ignored, the Nergigante's pupils turned scarlet due to congestion, and all the shiny black thorns on its body stood up.

"Gaoaoaoao!" After another furious roar, the Nergigante flapped its wings and rushed into the clouds.

Then, it was like a dark meteorite, carrying an astonishing power from the sky, and swooped down at the Molten Mountain Dragon, which was struggling to move forward.

Gordon touched the scar on his cheek and muttered, "My goodness, this move is not light, don't slap the Molten Dragon to death with one slap.

No, it's better to slap it to death. Come on, Nergigante!"

Not paying attention to Gordon's mumbling, and even ignoring the transport ants that crawled into the seams of his clothes, Alva held the drawing board and quickly described everything he saw.

Under the nervous and expectant gaze of the two, the Nergigante hit the Molten Dragon's head hard.

"Boom!"

The Molten Dragon, who had no concept of "dodge" in his mind, was hit by this blow and his head tilted, and he almost fell to the ground.

But it quickly regained its center of gravity, slowly stood up, and let out a series of dull roars.

Looking at the Molten Dragon's reaction, this attack was undoubtedly effective. Gordon felt that if the Nergigante could hit it ten or eight times in a row, it might really be able to kill the Molten Dragon in one fell swoop.

But such an attack was not easy for the Nergigante. It was seen from its miserable appearance with most of its thorns shattered that the collision also caused considerable recoil damage to it.

But the Nergigante would not give up so easily. It howled wildly and spread its wings, and its thorns quickly regenerated.

It flapped its wings and flew in front of the Molten Dragon, just about to launch the next round of attack.

But unexpectedly, the Molten Dragon suddenly shook its head.

The head, which was bigger than the entire body of the Nergigante, hit it. If it hit it, even with the physical strength of the Nergigante, it would definitely not feel good.

The Nergigante flapped its wings quickly, quickly retreated a distance, avoided the collision, and landed on the cliff that had collapsed most of the time.

The two ancient dragons confronted each other.