Chapter 1190 Approaching Footsteps
Deep underground, isolated from sunlight, the concept of time can easily be disrupted.
Every once in a while, Ancier would take out his pocket watch and take a look. When the hands reached the point of sunset in the evening, he summoned the other two teams that were scattered and exploring.
The three teams gathered together, found a cave that was not spacious but strong enough as a temporary camp, and built a bonfire.
They will camp in the Golden Country tonight.
It's not like Ancier has never considered returning to the camp on the surface. Being prudent, he is actually more inclined to do so.
But at least half of the day was wasted going back and forth on the road. In addition, the Xuanhuilong left its lair at this time, and it may not be possible to find such a good opportunity to investigate again in the future.
So this time, he decided to take a little risk.
Take a careful inspection with your hunting companions to confirm that there are no cracks or tunnels in the cave where the Strange Face Tribe can penetrate.
Anhil also ordered the hunters, in small teams, to take turns to keep watch in three shifts.
This can minimize the probability of being attacked by a sneak attack.
At night, not only the hunting partners with keen senses, but also the hunters also felt the prying eyes of the Golden Miracle Clan.
They also make some noise from time to time, constantly changing their positions, interfering with the hunters' rest and avoiding being locked in position by the hunters.
Anhil rejected the hunters' suggestion of "killing out" and asked them to keep vigil when they should and rest when they should.
In the end, we spent a not too peaceful night.
Early in the morning, Feng Ying yawned and sat up from the ground, dazed for a few seconds.
"Didn't you sleep well?" Alva, who was writing something in his notebook, turned his head and asked her. .
Feng Ying gasped and said "Hmm".
Anhil looked over and said, "We can spend one night in the Golden Country at most and return during the day tomorrow."
After hearing this, Feng Ying scratched her messy hair and said, "Actually, , I think if we hold on for another two or three days, it should be fine, right?”
Several young hunters nearby also nodded in agreement.
"No, that will cause a significant decline in mental state." Anhir rejected it decisively.
“Don’t be greedy, there will be opportunities in the future.” After Alva persuaded with a smile, he spread out what he had just finished in front of everyone.
“Come and look at this.”
“This is.”
Gale took a closer look and said in surprise: "The topographic map of Golden Township? Is it already compiled?"
"It's not too complete, but it still covers about 70% of the area of Golden Township. , I dare not go into too much detail, but at least it can help everyone identify the direction so that they won’t get lost.”
“It’s amazing that the map was made in such a short time.” Anhil praised it sincerely.
"It's their credit." Alva tilted his head and pointed at the editors who were preparing breakfast, "I just integrated the information."
The hunters looked around the map. Formed a formation.
Gene suddenly said, "Huh? So our three teams were completely separated yesterday? The areas we explored didn't overlap?
What a coincidence, no wonder we were able to produce topographic maps of most areas at once !”
“Yes!”
“What a coincidence!”
Anhil looked at these idiots in disbelief. There are still people who agree with such stupid remarks?
Don't you realize that it has always been the editor in the team who is responsible for deciding the direction of action?
Anhil began to worry.
In the Old World, hunters had to do everything themselves, whether they were investigating information, drawing maps, analyzing clues from the natural environment, or even cooking food.
But in the New World, with the system of editor partners, hunters who are well taken care of in all aspects only need to fight.
Not that this is bad.
It's just
those hunters who have relatively simple thinking, are more accustomed to using their hands than their brains, and whose brains have been trained into muscles, are gradually becoming in a state where they can't survive without editors.
People with this kind of personality actually account for a large proportion of the hunter population.
It’s like the three members of the Alcohol Squad, one by one, they are all like this.
If it weren't for Mr. Miles forcing them to master various skills that didn't seem to be directly related to hunting in the early years, the three of them might not even be able to draw a simple topographic map.
Not to mention those three.
Don’t you have a guy like this in your team?
Anhil looked at Feng Ying who was holding a big bowl in her hand, with no worries on her face, happily enjoying the breakfast that the editors had just cooked.
Look at Ai Bo who is squatting next to her and looking at her with a smile.
I suddenly felt a little confused.
Ask Alva to give her some extra lessons later. If your brain is not used for a long time, it will get rusty.
After having breakfast, extinguishing the bonfire, and tidying up the temporary camp that provided them with shelter for the night, the hunters set off again.
It is still the strategy of three teams to act separately, which is more efficient.
"By the way, Evelin and her team have never come back. Where did they go with the brilliant dragon?" Gale suddenly asked.
“It’s a good thing they didn’t come back.”
Anhil glanced at a steamed bun crab that was slowly crawling by, "If they come back, it means the return of Xuan Huilong, and then we should consider retreating."
"That's right." Gale nodded. .
After thinking about it, she added, "Wait a minute, what you said is unlucky!"
"Shut up."
There's nothing you can do about this guy. An Xil's tone when he scolded her was weaker than when he scolded Feng Yingjin and the others.
Half a day passed, and it was noon.
As agreed before departure, the three teams gathered in the temporary camp where they stayed overnight to exchange information and complete the map.
Anxier specially drove Feng Ying to Alva's side and asked her to take a good look at how the members of the serious scrivener team summarized the terrain information and compiled it into a map.
Hunters and editors share their harvests.
Some peculiar scenery such as the Golden Temple and several unique creatures in the Golden Land were recorded by them with portable cameras and sketches.
A hunter held out a big crab as big as a palm, as if offering a treasure, and its carapace seemed to be made of pure gold.
She was going to name it "Golden Crab".
A straightforward but boring name.
But after comparison, Ai Bo discovered that this so-called "golden crab" should be the "mantou crab" that Feng Ying discovered yesterday. Individuals of the same species.
Just because there is more gold attached to the body surface, it shows a purer and brighter gold color.
At best it can only be considered a rare subspecies.
According to the naming rules that subspecies cannot be separated from the original species, the discoverer could only dejectedly name it - Golden Mantou Crab.
Looking at Ai Bo and other editors holding notebooks, carefully drawing sketches, and solemnly marking the scientific name of "Golden Mantou Crab".
The young hunters of the fifth phase of the group were speechless for a while, and jointly condemned the random naming of "the leader".
At this moment, the tooth hound that was lying on the ground and resting jumped up, and the hunting cats also looked in a certain direction.
"Quiet!" An Xil shouted.
The hunters who were joking a second ago immediately stopped talking, and the camp became quiet.
Anhil put his ear to the ground and listened carefully for a moment.
“Something is approaching, it’s from the direction of the entrance to Golden Township.” An Xil’s face didn’t look good, “Feng Ying, let’s ride Gale Amber and go there to take a look first.
Others We are all ready to fight and come over as soon as possible
It should be that the Xuanhuilong is back. Evelin's team failed to come back early to warn them, so they may be in danger. "(End of this chapter)