Chapter 581: Is This Considered Waiting for the Seventh Day?

Under the leadership of Zhu Chop, the Elu who are good at digging completed the preliminary confirmation of the current situation of the old mountain dragon.

Under the expectant and nervous gaze of the president and many hunters, Zhu Chop scratched his ears and gave such a conclusion-it seems to be dead, but it seems not dead.

Gordon almost couldn't help pulling its cheeks.

Facing the unfriendly eyes of everyone, Zhu Chop hurriedly explained, "I'm really not talking nonsense meow, the situation is like this meow! The old mountain dragon's breath should have stopped meow."

"This is what I confirmed meow!" Xianglan jumped in front of Zhu Chop, "I got into its big nostrils and waited for several minutes without feeling the air flow meow!"

Zhu Chop pushed Xianglan aside and continued: "We also lay on the chest, and we didn't feel the heartbeat for a long time meow.

But we can't be sure meow, whether the old mountain dragon's heartbeat is particularly slow, or the heart is too deep or something like that meow."

"So, Zhu Chop, why did you make the judgment that the old mountain dragon may not be dead?" The president asked with a frown.

In conventional cognition, no breathing and no heartbeat are ironclad evidence of death.

"Feeling, meow, I feel uneasy, meow."

"Feeling?!" Fanti didn't expect that it would be such an "idealistic" reason.

Zhucho scratched his ears again, "I haven't really come into contact with the dead ancient dragon, meow, I just wonder, how can the dead ancient dragon still have that level of breath, meow?"

"I understand what you mean."

The president nodded and said, "Elu's perception is more acute than that of humans. Although the corpses and even the blood of the ancient dragons left after the death of the ancient dragons will have a deterrent effect on creatures with keen senses like Elu.

But you use "that level" to describe it, which means this sense of threat."

"Not much weaker than before, meow." Zhucho continued.

The hunters' faces became serious, and their eyes looking at the ruins became cautious.

Zhucho is not an ordinary Elu, nor an ordinary hunting cat. It has encountered ancient dragons many times and participated in combat operations against ancient dragons.

It is abnormal that a corpse can make it feel quite uneasy.

The president looked at Xia Zuo, "Arrange hunters to take turns to guard around the clock. Each shift must have at least two upper hunters. The other upper hunters must also be prepared to enter combat status in a short time."

"I understand, I will arrange it."

On the first day, not many people dared to relax their vigilance. Even hunters who were not on duty would glance at the ruins from time to time.

On the second day, everyone's tense mood naturally relaxed a little. At least when eating, their eyes were more focused on the food in front of them, not the stones.

When the third and fourth days passed, fewer and fewer people remained highly alert to the ruins.

Especially the low-star hunters who lacked understanding of creatures like ancient dragons.

In their view, it is normal for monsters to hibernate and pretend to die for a short period of time, but three or four days have passed.

This terrifyingly large monster should be dead, right?

Of course, under the supervision of Xia Zuo and the president, the hunters on duty will still remain vigilant.

But this did not prevent other hunters who had nothing to do from going to a slightly farther place to hunt two herbivorous dragon boars, and dragging them back with a car for everyone to enjoy.

After chewing the food they carried for these days, their molars were almost worn flat.

In the middle of the night, the bonfire was bright in the messy decisive battle square of the old fort.

The aroma of barbecue spread far away. If it hadn't been for the battle a few days ago, the velociraptors and pterosaurs in the surrounding area had been "cleaned up", and some gluttons might have been attracted.

At the edge of the square, Gordon and Ted each moved a stone brick and squatted in front of the ruins where the old mountain dragon was buried, in a daze.

It was their turn to be on duty tonight.

They didn't light a bonfire either. The night in July in midsummer was hot enough. The moonlight in the sky and the light of the bonfire in the distance were bright enough to see things. There was no need to light a fire to make themselves suffer.

"Brother Gordon."

"Hmm?"

"Look at this stone, this pile of stones, they haven't moved in the past few days."

"Ah?"

"What do you think is the point of doing this?"

Ted touched his head with short hair and muttered, "It's been these days, that guy should be dead, do we really need to be so careful?

Okay, this is Gu Long, it's always good to be cautious.

But, but can't the people on duty be more vigilant? Is it necessary for all staff to ban alcohol? They are not allowed to drink after the shift is over, there is no hope!"

Gordon heard this and clicked his ears.

This guy mumbled a lot, and only the last half of the sentence was what he really wanted to say.

To sum it up, it's just three words-want to drink.

In fact, let alone Ted and others who directly marked "alcohol" in the team name, even Gordon himself was a little greedy.

Unfortunately, the president, Mr. Xia Zuo, and Mr. Miles are really strict. They only allowed barbecue and hot food yesterday, and there was no negotiation on alcohol.

In order to stop the idea of ​​these drunkards, the president personally smashed all the barrels in the warehouse.

No one can drink before the battle is really over!

"How long will it take!" Ted, who was addicted to alcohol, howled.

Gordon took a breath and said weakly: "It should be three days, um, three days.

According to the president and others, in three days, even if the old mountain dragon pops out of the grave, it will be fine. When it walks to the new fort, the new fort will be built and it will not be able to pass.

So, there are three days left, the last three days."

The two tough guys who charged at the ancient dragon without blinking looked at each other and sighed.

It's so hard

Just then, a sneaky figure came over.

When she came closer, Gordon and others saw clearly that the person coming was Maca.

She took out a flat glass bottle that was not much bigger than her palm from her prop belt with a smile, winked, and threw it to Ted.

Ted's eyes lit up. This is a bottle of strong liquor!

He didn't have time to thank him. He couldn't wait to remove the cork and took a big gulp. His intoxicated and enjoyable expression lasted only a second before it became weird.

"Why is it beer? ”

He thought it was strong liquor. If it was low-alcohol beer, this amount would not be enough to drink!

Maca rolled his eyes in annoyance, "It's good to have a sip, are you still picky?"

Under Gordon's envious eyes, Ted, with his mouth as wide as a Tyrannosaurus, poured out the remaining liquor in the bottle, rubbed his hands and said, "Not picky, not picky! Where did it come from? Is there any more?"

Maca looked around and lowered his voice and said, "Babaka sneaked into the warehouse to get it, this is all."

"Aren't all the barrels smashed by the president?" Gordon asked curiously.

"There will always be a little left at the bottom of the broken wooden barrel!"

".You guys are really resourceful." Gordon didn't know what to say.

"It's worthy of being smashed by my good son." Ted smacked his lips and said.

"If it really got you a bottle of strong liquor, wouldn't you call it daddy? "Gordon teased.

"It's not impossible, is it?" Ted said with a grin that he would be beaten to death by Miles.

"Okay, I'm leaving first. Put away the bottles. Don't let old Miles find out, otherwise we will all be punished." Maca stretched and prepared to leave with a smile. Before leaving, he winked at Ted.

When Ted was a little confused, Hayata came over with two large pieces of freshly grilled meat.

"Oh?"

Perhaps the right amount of alcohol gave him a higher IQ. Ted grabbed the bottle he had just thrown away and winked at Gordon, "I'm going to throw away the garbage!"

Gordon scratched his chin, not knowing whether to thank him or what to say.

Just as Maca Ted was about to get up and leave to make room for Hayata who was holding the barbecue, the little strange-faced Babaka suddenly ran over.

"Baka ya Kabala Kaga! "Babaka shouted while dancing with joy.

Maka, the only one who could understand the language of the Qimian tribe, grabbed it and said, "What did you say? !"