hunt and eat

Chapter 15 After the crusade, of course, it is the material collection link that you like to hear and hear
After the hunt is complete, the hunters present start gathering material.

After all, it is a high-ranking flying dragon species, and it is the rarest special individual among them, the frost-winged wind-winged dragon. The value of its material and research value are very high.

"Sure enough, there is no dragon jade..." The thick scalpel in Layton's hand fluttered, directly cutting open the relatively soft belly.

The monsters in this world, no matter how powerful their defenses were in life, once they died, their own strength would drop significantly.

Of course, those materials that contain rich magic essence and special power are not included in this list.

"Normal. Although the strength is not weak, it is indeed not enough to produce dragon jade." The mother-in-law of the village chief walked out of the hut beside her, looking up and down at this rare high-ranking flying dragon.

"I haven't seen this special individual for many years."

"It is said that it flew out of the permafrost. It is really fascinating, that unknown land." Layton took out a frozen bag that was half the size of a palm, but his mind was no longer on the material.

"Forget it, how many years have passed since the peak period, when your grandson grows up, maybe it's still a little bit possible" the village chief's mother-in-law teased, but she couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

My family knew their own affairs. Even Layton, a guy with a monster-like physique, would be nearly 60 years old this year, and his state had declined so badly that he couldn't even maintain [-]% of his previous strength.

These hunters from several generations ago will eventually leave the scene one after another.

"That kid? It's still far away~" In Layton's mind, the grandson who seemed to be printed in the same mold as himself appeared, and he laughed insincerely.

"Are you going to test the ancient pagoda later?" the village chief's mother-in-law asked casually.

"Are you kidding me?" Layton curled his lips, and looked at the village head's mother-in-law strangely. "It's already been forced like that. Is there any need for testing?"

All the hunters stripped the material very quickly. In less than ten minutes, the scales, epidermis, wing membrane, and sharp claws of the Frostwing Wind Dragon were neatly packaged by category.

"With these materials, it may be difficult to make a whole set of armor, but it's not a big problem to make a heavy crossbow." Layton pinched his chin, intentionally or unconsciously looking at the girl who was circling around the ancient tower, with an unpredictable smile on his face.

"Hey, boy, although you have put in a lot of effort just now, it seems that there is nothing you can use from the collected materials."

"Ah? It doesn't matter, just call me when dinner is served."

Guta had an indifferent expression on his face, staring blankly at the divided dragon meat, his throat rolling for a while.

"..."

For a moment, Layton didn't know how to respond.

After a while, he remembered what he originally wanted to say.

"I happen to have some other materials here, how about making a heavy crossbow for the little girl next to me?"

Guta was stunned for a moment, and looked up and down at this stern-faced, strong man.

"Thank you, uncle."

In fact, it should be called the old man, but the other party looks only in his 40s, so he really can't say it.

Layton scratched his side face, nodded, and turned to check the quality of the collected materials.

He deliberately wanted to sell it well, and he might be able to ask him for help when Guta grows up in the future.

"Will Captain Layton build equipment?" Nia looked at the village chief's mother-in-law in surprise.

Nodding her head, the mother-in-law of the village head said with nostalgia: "Leighton is ten years younger than us, and he joined the team because of his good craftsmanship at the beginning. It was not until the captain joined the Gulong investigation team that he slowly joined the team." took over the position of the main striker."

"Then what was your position, mother-in-law?" Niya tugged at the sleeve of the village chief's mother-in-law with bright eyes.

She never knew before that the village chief's mother-in-law used to be a hunter.

"I see, the village chief's mother-in-law must be the chief cook in the team." Guta expressed his opinion with a positive expression.

This is his full recognition of the cooking skills of the village chief's mother-in-law.

Shaking her head, the village chief's mother-in-law walked slowly to a wooden railing, and sat down with her waist bent.

Then he beckoned again, motioning for the two to sit beside her.

"As you get older, standing for a long time will make you feel a little strenuous."

The village head's mother-in-law held the crutch in her hand and continued the topic just now.

"Mother-in-law, I used to be the firepower player in the team, almost like Xiao Nia, but in our era, there was no such thing as a heavy crossbow, and all we used were bows."

"Ah?" Nia was a little surprised, and looked at the heavy crossbow in her hand, "But the range of the bow is too short, the power is not enough, and the load on the arm is too heavy..."

"Of course I'm not saying you can't do it, mother-in-law."

While talking, realizing something was wrong, Nia hurriedly added something.

The village chief's mother-in-law waved her hand and didn't mind such a trivial matter.

"What you said is correct, but there is nothing we can do about it...Although we have heard of such things as crossbow guns and even crossbow guns, given the conditions in the team at that time, we couldn't do a good job of daily maintenance. maintenance work."

"It's not like it is now, it's completely popular."

"Also, Nia, the heavy crossbow you are using now may need to be adjusted in the future."

"Arrows are no longer popular in the mainland, and bullets are used. Most of the crossbows that mainlanders talk about are heavy crossbows like firearms, which are much more powerful than yours."

Nia listened and nodded.

She knew about crossbow guns. Although she didn't understand that it had anything to do with crossbows, she did as the Romans did, so she could only say so when she went to the mainland.

As her thoughts drifted away, Niya suddenly asked, "Grandma, does anyone still use bows now?"

Because of insufficient strength, Nia gave up using ordinary longbows long ago and switched to controlling heavy crossbows, but maybe the hunters on the mainland would have a different opinion from her?

"On the mainland, there are fewer people using bows now, but it doesn't mean that there are no people at all, and..." The village chief's mother-in-law paused, and added: "Bows are something that can only be obtained by those who really specialize in it. In the hands, the lethality can become very scary."

"Crossbows and catapults have to be loaded after all, and the power and shooting frequency will also be limited by the quality of the projectile itself and the capacity of the clip, but bows and arrows will not... As long as the tension of the bowstring is strong enough, and the power can keep up, the lethality is fundamental. There is no limit."

Guta tilted his head and thought for a while, it seems to be the reason.

He glanced at the "explanation scene" not far away, and it seemed that it had come to an end there.

Except for some scattered useless internal organs and large bloodstains, no one could tell that the corpse of a Frostwing Wind Drifter was once placed there.

It has to be said that the hunters have really achieved the ultimate in making the best use of everything.

There is no waste at all!
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Later, on the central square of the village
Villagers and hunters sat around a huge copper pot, talking and laughing.

A copper pot with a diameter of more than one meter was placed on a huge fire pit. Under the instructions of the village chief's mother-in-law, several young and middle-aged men sprinkled seasoning into the pot at regular intervals.

Guta's culinary skills are so-so, and the doorway cannot be seen, but Layton at the side understands it, and his eyes gradually light up.

"Enya, it's been a long time since you used this compound seasoning technique."

"I can't help it, it consumes too much spice, and I usually can't bear it." The village head's mother-in-law replied casually, took a big spoon from the helper, and took a sip.

"The taste is still good. It is indeed a dragon species. The meat quality and flavor are very strong."

"Then, let's eat!"

As soon as the words fell, Guta directly bumped away Layton, who was in the way, and rushed towards the cauldron with a rice bowl the size of a washbasin.

(End of this chapter)