Chapter 923: Stand up for me!
Gail was holding a light crossbow, alert to dangers that might be lurking in the shadows of the trees.
On the moss-covered rotten wood, a thunderworm was slowly scraping away at the decay.
“Gulu.”
Xuanxuan swallowed. Seeing that everyone else was busy and had no time to pay attention to herself, she quietly grabbed the white and tender endurance thunderworm, stuffed it into her mouth, and chewed it.
Herta gently stroked the huge tree roots that were winding like a mountain wall in front of her, her eyes filled with awe as if she were witnessing a god.
She felt that she somewhat understood why this place was called the "Ancient Tree Forest".
This "antique" is not necessarily reflected only in the year of existence. Every plant and tree in the forest, a butterfly, and a mushroom, all give people the feeling of being one.
These species have evolved together for countless years.
If the entire forest of ancient trees were described as an ancient being, everything within sight would be her skin, her flesh, and her hair.
Just like the vines that intertwine giant trees to form bridges and pathways, they are definitely not man-made and can be regarded as natural plants. The reason for such evolutionary growth is elusive.
It is as if this land has its own consciousness and pulse, and a pair of invisible giant hands has shaped everything into this amazing appearance.
As if he had seen through the wonder and emotion in her heart, the dragon hunter said softly: "Keep watching, the longer you stay in the New World, the more you will understand.
This land is alive. "
Giant trees in the western forest.
The alcoholic trio are slowly exploring and conducting reconnaissance together with the old scholar who specializes in orc research.
The scholar didn't talk to them much, and his attention was almost entirely on Babaka.
"Oh! I've been studying the orcs in the New World, and I almost forgot what the Strange Faces in the Old World looked like!" The orc scholar kept writing and drawing while walking around Babaka.
"How do you speak the language of the Strange Face Tribe in the Old World?" The old scholar muttered and recalled, "Baka chatter, right?"
“.Kabababa.”
"Kacha ya baba! Ga ya" the old scholar said a lot, getting more and more excited as he spoke.
The always lively and noisy Babaka stiffened up and hid behind his master Maka.
Maka looked at the old guy warily, and her words contained a warning, very rudely, "What are you going to do? I'm warning you, don't mess around!"
Ted couldn't help but be curious and asked Maka: "What did he say to Babaka?"
“He first asked Babaka if he was of age.”
"Um"
“Then he asked Babaka if he was interested in ‘mating’ with the Strange Face Tribe in the New World. He said that he had dealings with some Strange Face Tribe tribes and expressed curiosity about whether there was reproductive isolation between the two sides.
He also said that the strange-faced people in the New World should welcome this distant relative from the Old World. The birth of mixed-race children can enrich racial genes. "
".Um?!"
Ted stared at the old scholar with wide eyes, "Old guy, do you want Babaka to have a **** party with the girls from the Strange Face Tribe in the New World?!"
The experienced orc scholar corrected: "The mating relationship of the Strange Face Tribe is not as chaotic as you think. To be precise, it is a harem."
Ted pondered for half a second, then turned to Babaka, "Babakar, you actually want to face your heart, right?
Just because of temporary shyness, I chose to retreat.
But how can a man choose to back down at such a time! Stand up for me! "
"Kababa" Babaka looked a little shy.
Maca: "."
"Ugh, I'm going to vomit." Urshula was disgusted by Ted's words and quickly took a few steps away. "You guys are disgusting here. I'll go check around to see if there are any traces of monsters."
Maka was also disgusted and punched and kicked Ted.
Ted, who was wearing heavy armor and felt no pain at all, gave Babaka a thumbs up.
Babaka looked at Ted with reverence. In its eyes, the sunlight shining through the gaps in the tree canopy shone on Ted's bald head, which looked particularly bright.
A while away from Ted and the others, Oshula tried hard to concentrate, looking for clues that might exist in the forest, but he couldn't stop lamenting in his heart.
?
"Wait. What is that?" Osula narrowed her eyes, and all the messy thoughts were immediately forgotten.
While setting up the light crossbow, she whistled to attract the attention of her companions.
When Ted and the others received the signal, they immediately gathered around and launched a defensive formation.
Oshula pointed to the heights.
The trunk of the big tree in front of them, which was more than ten meters high from the ground, had a few bright white needle hairs.
Each one is as thick as a finger and tens of centimeters long. Due to its high position, it is easy to miss it if your eyesight is not sharp enough.
“You guys be on alert, I’ll go up and have a look.”
Maka waved her hand as she spoke, about to release the flying insects, but then she remembered that she and the flying insects from Osura were temporarily donated to the researchers at the Institute of Plant Biology for breeding experiments.
Hyperflies are insects after all, and their lifespan is only a few years. Under normal circumstances, they have to return to the land of fire every one or two years to "replace themselves".
But now we are thousands of miles away from Yanhuo Village, so there is no need to think about replacing the flying insects. We can only hope that the scholars from the Institute of Plant Biology can make a breakthrough.
For now, just make do with the slinger.
Maka took a few steps back and took off from the pole. After borrowing strength from the thick tree trunk several times, she soon reached the location of the guard hairs.
Since he was wearing thick gauntlets and was not worried about being poisonous, Maka pulled out a needle hair, then jumped off the tree trunk with a backflip, hung a branch with a projectile rope, and slowed down to swing back to the ground.
Monroe walked over, took a look at the guard hair, and said with great certainty: "It's the guard hair of a flying thunder dragon, a kind of tooth dragon monster that can glide and fly between big trees."
Speaking, he glanced at the insect guide cages on the waists of the hunters, "Have you not been asking before, what are the uses of these insect guides?
Just in time, let’s take this opportunity to demonstrate it to you. "
As he spoke, he took out his knife, cut off a small section of the guard hairs, and put it into the insect cage around his waist.
Insects that shone brightly like fireflies, but were much smaller than fireflies, landed on the guard hairs one after another.
A few seconds later, they flew out of the cage, flying in a certain direction while leaving a conspicuous light path in the air.
“The insect guide cage can be used as a lighting lamp, but its main function is to ‘guide’.”
The old scholar pressed his hat and explained: "If you find traces of monsters, whether it is hair, feces, saliva, scales, or even the soil that has been stepped on.
Collect some samples and put them into the guide insect cage. The extremely sensitive guide insects will lead you to find nearby traces. If you continue to search like this, you will soon find the location of the monster.
If you have encountered a certain monster many times and the guide worm has remembered the smell of this monster, the guide worm can directly lead you to find it without even looking for trace samples.
Isn’t it very convenient? "
Ted shook his head, "It's not as convenient as Fumu Rabbit."
Sophisticated orc scholar: "."
Ps. For fear of confusion among readers, the “experienced orc scholar” mentioned here is the dragon tribe, and the orc tribe is the direction of its research, and he is the one who guides the mission of the King of Strange Faces in the game.
(End of this chapter)