Stars are rising from the eastern horizon of the beautiful planet like atomic bombs exploding, and their golden light will span the planetary ring across the entire sky like a rainbow, illuminating it extremely clearly.

Juan put all the pleasant and unpleasant things of yesterday behind him and focused all his attention on the present.

The anti-gravity camera was set to follow mode by him, floating not far behind him.

The live broadcast has started, "Gryphon Crusade", a very simple name, just like its introduction: hunt or be hunted, win or die.

Juan took a look at the live broadcast room and saw that many netizens had already joined. It seemed that the videos and live broadcasts he had done some time ago had gained him a lot of popularity.

Some netizens took the lead: "Today next year will be the anchor's anniversary, let's give him flowers!"

Many replies followed: "Chrysanthemum plus one." "Chrysanthemum plus one."...

Juan chuckled, he had done this kind of thing before.

There is also a netizen named "Dark Elf" who is building a building: "If you like it for 1,000 times, you will get a rocket."

Within a few minutes, the building was completed.

Netizen "Dark Elf" also lit a rocket as promised and exploded a ball of fireworks in the live broadcast room.

At the same time, the platform also sent fan reward notifications.

But today's hunt is no joke, and Juan cannot afford the consequences of distraction.

So he blocked subtitles and blocked reward push messages.

"Sir, your walkie-talkie."

The dwarf Thorin handed over two disposable walkie-talkies that looked like skin-colored Band-Aids.

Under Solin's guidance, Juan put one band-aid under his Adam's apple and another at the base of his ears.

"Boss, boss, this is an RV, this is an RV, please reply if you hear me."

Frodo's voice entered Juan's eardrum through bone conduction and was very clear.

"Yes, Frodo, can you hear me?"

"You hear me very clearly, boss. Now I'm opening the channel sharing. Dad, daddy, can you hear me?"

Juan heard Morgan's reply from the driver's seat of the off-road vehicle through his headphones and the air at the same time.

Frodo continued to call: "Thorin the Bearded, can you hear me?"

"Frod, your voice is as high-pitched as a girl's."

"Thorin, you are too rude. You will be eaten by a gryphon. Don't expect me to shed tears for you then."

"That's impossible. They can't chew my flesh."

Juan looked with some surprise at the dwarf Thorin who was standing at the back of the off-road vehicle, playing with the vehicle-mounted Tlin machine gun.

This guy is usually as silent as a stone, but unexpectedly, he and Frodo could talk very well.

"Thorin," Juan asked, "which army did you serve in."

"Special Operations Brigade Vanguard Battalion, sir."

Juan was shocked, he was awesome! Not everyone can join this army.

"What are you doing in there, Thorin?"

"Responsible for clearing mines and carrying supply boxes, sir."

"Isn't this what robot dogs and mules do in the army?"

"The special operations brigade often fights on some complex terrains. Those rigid machines are not as flexible as me, sir."

The dwarf Thorin said this, supported the beret, straightened his chest, and showed arrogant confidence on his face.

He seems to be a teammate he can rely on.

Juan thought this, turned around and asked hunter Morgan: "How is his shooting skills?"

"Have you ever seen me send him out hunting?"

Juan's heart sank, but then he cheered up.

"Dad," Juan used the honorific title given to Morgan by the two dwarves, "please reveal the secret of hunting griffins."

Dad Morgan took off the pipe in his mouth, blew out a smoke ring and said: "First of all, don't let its eagle's beak peck you to death; secondly, don't let its lion's claws tear you apart; and don't let it

Its tail will beat you to death; of course, be careful not to let its wings beat you to death."

"Okay, I will pay attention to it. Are there any other tips? For example, which part of the griffon is the weak point?"

Morgan glanced at the weapons beside Juan, a pile of SA-7 man-portable anti-aircraft missiles, FGM-148 "Javelin" anti-tank missiles, and a portable anti-tank rocket-RPG equipped with an armor-piercing high-explosive warhead.

"You are ready to use missiles and rockets to deal with it, so why do you need to care about its weaknesses?"

"So it's vulnerable?"

Morgan put the cigarette butt in his mouth again, and then spit out from between his teeth: "As long as you can hit it."

Juan thinks this is not a problem. After all, the missiles have tracking functions, so they don't need to worry about them after they are fired.

He is now worried that the stimulation level is not enough, which may affect the effect of the live broadcast.

"Dad, the task of attracting the griffin will be left to you."

Morgan raised the Winchester 1894 lever shotgun in his hand: "No problem, leave it to me."

At this time, Juan noticed the halfling Frodo lying on the roof of the RV installing an antenna.

He asked over the disposable intercom: "Frodo, what are you doing?"

"I'm installing a radar antenna. With this, the radar scanning radius can be expanded to 20 kilometers."

Juan saw that the antenna looked like a frying pan, with two handles on the side.

Wait a minute, isn’t that the pot used for cooking in the RV?

"Hey, Flood, did you make a mistake?"

"He's not wrong," Morgan explained from the side. "That pot is made of special materials and can be used for two purposes. It can be used for cooking in normal times and as an antenna in times of war."

"Sir, do you want to put it on now?"

Thorin came over holding a civilian version of the exoskeleton armor.

"Of course, help me put it on."

Putting on this exoskeleton armor like a brace, Juan ran and jumped for a while according to the instruction video he found online.

Then he raised a Gatling gun with one hand and said: "This feels really great. Give me a sword and I can even slay the dragon."

"I have a sword, boss, give it to you."

Frodo, a halfling, walked silently and barefoot, and handed Huan a dagger that shimmered like an oversized fruit knife.

"No, no, I don't need a sword, I'm just using it as a metaphor."

"This is a good sword, boss, forged by elves. My uncle once used it to slay a dragon."

Thorin the dwarf whistled and said: "That's your uncle bragging."

"No, his uncle didn't brag. I saw him slaughter a dragon with that sword." Morgan said seriously, "In the kitchen, his uncle used that sword to cut into pieces the human-bred herbivorous dragon."

piece."

Juan was surprised and said: "Dragon can still be cultivated and eaten?"

"When the military handed over the planet to the management of the pioneering station, businessmen came to open a breeding farm. Dragon meat was still very expensive at that time. Frodo's uncle once worked as a temporary worker in the slaughterhouse."

"Wow, can you take me to see it?"

"It closed. After the novelty wore off, the price of dragon meat plummeted. In addition, the logistics cost was too expensive, and there were objections from animal protection organizations. The dragon farms and slaughterhouses were closed, and the remaining herbivorous dragons were released into the wild.

field."

"So, dragons are not dangerous."

Morgan chuckled and said: "The difference between a herbivorous dragon and a carnivorous dragon is like a rabbit and a lion. You can eat one, and the other can eat you."


Chapter completed!