Chapter 520 How Can One Be so Gloomy?

"Huh, we've been walking all day, and we're finally here."

Gordon put down the heavy bag on his shoulder and took a breath.

This is a closed cave camp, not big, but very safe. As long as the entrance and exit are blocked with snow piles, there is no need to worry even if there is a blizzard.

The only drawback is that the lighting is relatively poor. If you don't light a campfire at night, you probably can't see anything, but Gordon is already very satisfied.

There are only two things in the package weighing dozens of kilograms-a large amount of food and a large amount of hot drinks.

These two things seem to have nothing to do with hunting, but in the snowy mountains with scarce resources and extremely cold climate, the only outcome of running out of food and hot drinks is freezing to death in a short time.

Gordon doesn't want to consider replenishing supplies when hunting is halfway through.

"A week's worth of food and hot drinks should be enough, but why do I always feel a little unsafe?" Gordon muttered after storing most of the supplies in the storage box in the camp.

"Maybe it was infected by Ansil meow."

"That makes sense."

"But we do need to make some preparations meow. I just checked the firewood in the camp, and it's barely enough for two or three days meow."

"That needs to be replenished."

Gordon glanced at the sky outside the cave camp. "On the way here, didn't we pass a valley? It's not completely covered by snow over there. It should be enough to cut a small tree and drag it back."

"Over there, I saw snow deer footprints meow!" Pig Chop's eyes sparkled.

"Snow deer footprints"

"Very fresh footprints meow!"

"Then let's walk!"

Two or three hours later, it was completely dark.

One man and one cat dragged a small tree blown down by the blizzard and a pile of snow deer meat back to the camp.

After some effort, they chopped the small tree into firewood and roasted all the snow deer meat, and then they had a big meal.

The remaining barbecue was left to cool naturally and then stored in the storage box.

Looking at the full boxes, Gordon sighed with satisfaction, "Now I feel comfortable. I can hunt with peace of mind starting tomorrow."

"Hiccup~, you are indeed infected by Anshil, meow."

The first day of hunting was not smooth.

The blizzard in the previous two days covered the traces of all creatures, and there were no giant beasts in the few fresh footprints encountered.

Gordon felt that he should not miss or mistake the huge footprints that were said to be more than two meters in diameter.

The second day, the same.

On the third day, Gordon set out early in the morning with Pork Chop, wasting most of the day again, and still got nothing.

So far, nothing, Gordon is very optimistic, because for various reasons, it is also common to find prey temporarily in hunting, right?

Then something unusual happened.

The sharp-eyed Pork Chop found a hot air balloon hovering in the clouds, so they immediately used the reflective part of the armor metal to send a signal, asking the hot air balloon to help find the target's location.

The scholars on the hot air balloon responded to their request.

"Snow Lion King. Five kilometers northwest. Ten kilometers due north of Strange Dragon. Huh?" Gordon was full of questions as he read the light signal carefully.

According to convention, the light signal was repeated three times, and Gordon also confirmed it three times.

It was not read wrong.

Gordon did not believe it, and sent a light signal to the hot air balloon again.

"Gam.To?"

After a moment, the observation hot air balloon responded.

"No discovery"

Gordon and Pork Chop looked at each other in surprise.

Judging from the style, the observation hot air balloon should belong to the Ancient Dragon Observation Bureau. Even if the observer on it is not a powerful scholar, he will never be a novice with poor eyesight.

Besides, a thing as big as a behemoth should be very conspicuous in the sky. How could it be missed?

If it was not missed, there was no behemoth in the nearby mountains? Wasted trip?

Are you kidding me? ! !

At this time, the observation hot air balloon had slowly drifted into the clouds and disappeared. Gordon and his friends could not find it again even if they wanted to confirm it.

"Unbelievable meow."

Zhu Chop looked at the direction where the hot air balloon disappeared and muttered to himself, "I lost the lucky coin and Hayata is not around. How can Gordon be so upset?"

Gordon's mouth twitched fiercely.

At this time, his face was indeed very dark, but he did not attribute all the problems to luck.

Whether it is ordinary illustrations or research materials within the Dragon Calendar Institute, it is shown that the giant beasts have a strong sense of territory and their territories are very fixed.

Without natural enemies, it is almost impossible for them to leave their territories unless the food is so scarce that they can't survive.

This possibility cannot be said to be completely absent. After all, the reason for this mission commission was that the giant beasts trampled the village and ate up the wood for building houses.

But he and Zhu Chop cut trees in a valley two days ago? Although it is not a large snow forest, basic food should still be guaranteed.

Wait, valley?

Pig Chop looked around at the silent Gordon and shook his little paw, "Meow? Are you so shocked? I was just joking."

Gordon found a rock exposed outside the snow, sat down, and took out the map.

He looked around and quickly overlapped the surrounding mountains with the pattern on the map and confirmed his position.

Pig Chop also came over curiously.

"We are here now." Gordon looked up at the sky, "The observation balloon just now is probably at this position and altitude."

Gordon let Pork Chop hold the map, and he stood up and looked down.

The flat map turned into rolling mountains and valleys in his mind, and soon he had some guesses.

"From the location where the hot air balloon is observed, this valley and the back slope of this ridge to the foot of the mountain should not be visible."

Gordon used his finger to mark two areas on the map, "We will focus on scouting these two places. If there are giant beasts in the nearby mountains, only these two places can avoid the sight of the hot air balloon."

"That makes sense, meow."

Pork Chop thought about it, "Isn't this valley the place we went to two days ago, meow?"

"Yeah."

Gordon nodded, "The valley is not very big. If we were not blind at the time, we should have noticed it to some extent, so. The probability of this ridge back slope is higher, so scout here first.

If there is nothing here, go to the previous valley. If there is nothing in the valley, we can only choose to retreat."

"Okay, meow."

Hunter and Elu cheered up. Instead of wandering around aimlessly, they now have at least two targets to focus on.

Crossing mountains and ridges, Gordon and Pork Chop spent more than two hours and finally arrived at the back of the towering ridge.

The steep ridge was like a barrier, blocking most of the wind and snow. At the foot of the mountain, a small basin stretched out in the distance.

"Oh."

On the ridge, Gordon raised his eyebrows as he looked down at the dense cedar and spruce in the basin.

The behemoths mainly feed on wood, and this place is simply a canteen.

Looking up at the orange-red sky full of sunset glow, Pig Chop scratched his ears, "Meow, if the behemoth is really in this basin, it should be very clear from the hot air balloon, meow?"

"That's right, maybe because of the mountain blocking the view, there are some blind spots." Gordon held up a portable telescope and patrolled the foot of the mountain.

At this time, a large group of mammoths, in groups, walked into his field of vision.

"Huh? There are white heads?"