Chapter 1215 It’s Impossible to Run Away

"roar--!"

"Rumble"

The roar of an unknown creature and the rumbling sound of cracking rocks echoed through the mountain and far into the cave where the Qimian Clan's camp was located.

This is not the first time.

According to Maka, they could hear similar noises almost every day during the few days they were lying in the Qimian Clan camp recuperating from their injuries.

This terrifying monster from another world broke the balance of power in the Dragon Crystal Land.

It was like an unreasonable thug, running rampant and indiscriminately attacking any creature that entered its sight.

Including ancient dragons.

"It's best to fight to the death, Meow, so that we can retreat safely, Meow." Pork Chop muttered while checking the healing status of Ted and Ted's injuries.

"I'm afraid it won't be easy." Gordon looked at the darkening sky outside the cave, "Based on what we know so far about Behemoth's strength, not many ancient dragons can fight to a draw with it.

These ancient dragons are said to be mobile natural disasters, but once they feel threatened, they run without hesitation. "

"There are also those who are aggressive by nature and will not retreat until they fight to the death. Aren't you wearing this on your body?" Ancil glanced sideways at Gordon.

"If that Nergigante covered in black thorns is still there, with its temperament, it can really fight Behemoth to the death. It's a pity."

"Can you blame me?"

Anhil laughed and did not answer Gordon's words.

At this time, several strange-faced clansmen ran over carrying two stretchers crudely made of branches and vines, as if they were offering treasures.

I have to say, as friends, these little guys are really interesting.

Not only did he take the risk to rescue the three alcoholic people from Behemoth, but he also took care of them for nearly a week.

After learning about Gordon's and his group's subsequent retreat plan, they even offered to help, and were even preparing to summon more Strange Face Tribes to help escort the wounded.

Gordon politely declined.

The danger of Behemoth is no joke. According to the guild's standards, it would not be an exaggeration to classify it as a nine-star danger level.

At the moment, the King of the Strange Face Clan is not in the Land of Dragon Crystal. Without the leadership of the King, no matter how brave these little guys are, it will be difficult for them to pose an effective threat to Behemoth.

And with a casual move from Behemoth, the Strange Face Tribe could suffer heavy casualties, so there was really no need to drag them into the water.

However, Gordon did not completely reject the help of the Strange Face Tribe.

The little guys can at least help lead the way and carry the stretcher.

Originally, Ancier planned to let Gale Feng carry the two of them to evacuate. Now with the stretcher, Gale Feng can be freed. Once a battle breaks out, he will have an additional highly mobile combat force.

Compared with being carried by a toothhound, a stretcher will cause less secondary damage to the wounded.

During the ten or twenty hours of waiting for night to fall again, Gordon and others did not leave the camp of the Strange Face Tribe.

While recharging his energy, he was also repeatedly revising and improving his action plan.

Real battles are full of surprises, and most plans will never come in handy. More often, we have to rely on improvisation.

But if you make more plans, everyone will be able to respond a little faster when a crisis occurs.

Facing a powerful enemy like Behemoth, sometimes it takes one and a half seconds of early reaction to save one's life.

Gordon came to the entrance of the cave and listened carefully.

The sounds of fighting in the distance gradually subsided, and the sun set over the mountainous horizon.

He turned back and asked Pig Chop: "Brother Ted, how are they doing? Can they take action?

If the noises just now were made by Behemoth, then it is still far away from our evacuation route, so it is best to leave now. "

"I'm not that fragile. If the shield hadn't been destroyed, I could have fought another battle!" Ted, who was immobilized all over his body and couldn't even sit up, shouted.

Although his voice still sounded weak, at least it was no longer as weak as last night.

Maka raised her leg to give him a kick, but after seeing the miserable state of the latter, she still didn't want to do it. She cursed and walked over, and with the help of several strange-faced tribesmen, she moved Ted onto the stretcher.

"This mouth is the toughest thing in my body. Don't move! Just lie down!"

God, why are you so heavy? ! Gordon is here to help! "

Gordon walked over with a smile and helped move Ted, who weighed more than 150 kilograms without armor, onto the stretcher.

The four strange-faced clansmen's hands and feet were trembling, and they tried their best to lift the stretcher. They had to call a few more companions to lift the heavy stretcher.

It was much easier in Oshura.

Although her injuries were more serious than Ted's, and she was still a little dazed now, at least her size and weight were within the range of ordinary humans, and she could run very fast while being carried by four strange-faced tribesmen.

Several other people also took advantage of this time to complete the final inspection and preparation work before departure.

"Have you memorized the retreat route?" Gordon tightened his weapon strap and looked at his companions.

"Pork Chop rides the strong wind to clear the way. We will protect the wounded and move forward at a fast speed. If everything goes well, we can reach the mountain col where the airship is located within an hour.

Once attacked, the Qimian Clan should not hesitate to retreat quickly with the wounded, and leave everything else to us.

Pork chop, help me translate this last sentence to them. "

"My orc language isn't that good," Pig Chop complained, but he still managed to convey Gordon's meaning.

"Get ready to run." Gordon drank a bottle of forcible medicine, and several others also drank the medicine.

"Set off!"

"Meow!" Pork Chop rode the fierce wind and rushed out first.

The short-statured strange-faced people carried the stretcher and hurriedly followed. The scene was like the stretcher had grown many legs.

Gordon's expression was strange for a moment, but he immediately threw these random thoughts behind his head, led his companions out of the cave, guarded the wounded, and moved forward quickly.

At the moment, efficiency is more important than anything else. As long as the evacuation speed is fast enough, they can get on the airship before Behemoth wanders to this area.

Then it will be safe.

Thinking of this, Gordon said in a low voice, "Help share some of the weight of the stretcher, we speed up."

Unlike the ancient tree forest and the land coral plateau, which have a prosperous ecological environment, the dragon crystal land under the night is particularly quiet.

What echoed in my ears were only the deliberately suppressed footsteps of my companions and the regular breathing.

There was no danger along the way.

However, when passing through several places where rocks collapsed and the battlefield was littered with rubble, the traces of battle and broken scales and claws that caused the guide insects to emit a fluorescent blue light made people feel uneasy.

Several kilometers passed in the blink of an eye, and only the last two kilometers of open mountains were left to reach the col where the airship was located.

There was no sense of relaxation as if they were about to reach the destination, but the hunters' nerves became more and more tense.

It is difficult to describe this feeling, as if there is a mountain pressing on the chest, and even breathing has become difficult.

"It's coming." Hayata, who was left at the end of the team, suddenly whispered.

"Yeah." Gordon responded.

Not surprised, nor annoyed.

Maybe it was because all the plans were based on "encountering an attack", Gordon felt that "it's finally here" at this time.

After searching the shadows of the shadowy mountains around for a while, he whispered, "Get ready for the battle. It seems that guy won't let us go so easily."

"Ka--" Ansel didn't say anything, but silently loaded the crossbow.

Maca also took a deep breath and calmed his emotions.

Under the shadow of the night, one of the mountains suddenly moved.

"Dong, Dong--"

With the sound of heavy and dull footsteps, it blocked the front of the evacuation team.

The high ridge was like a real ridge, like the terrifying momentum of death itself, suffocating.

"There is no escape."

Gordon slowed down his pace and put his hand on the hilt of the sword, "Pork Chop Gale, you guard the wounded and continue to evacuate. After the wounded board the boat, let them take off directly."

"It seems that you are ready to fight to the end?" Ansel glanced at him.

"Yeah."

Gordon stared at the pair of scarlet eyes that seemed to devour the soul.

"If you fight with such a guy, you will die if you think about how to run."