I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages Chapter 86: Milestone: Egg Breaker

The primeval forest.

Rainy night.

The giant tree species up to hundreds of meters completely blocked the moonlight.

The rushing water flows down from the canopy of the giant tree species, not like rain, but more like a waterfall.

Small waterfalls flowed down the forest.

Eventually, shallow puddles form in the lowlands of the humic zone.

The puddle soon became a pond.

It was quiet all around.

On the sloping branches above a pond is the nest of a giant blue harrier.

The original owner of the lair is nowhere to be seen.

At the moment, crawling inside is a hunter in disguise.

The cold raindrops hit him, making a fine sound.

But he remained motionless, his eyes fixed ahead.

There it is.

There is an open-air lair.

There are more than 20 large ellipsoids in the nest.

That's the egg of the Thunder Dragon!

Near the lair, there is a low hill that is not common in the primeval forest.

Same as the lurking hunter.

Despite the wind and rain, the low mountain bag still stands still.

A lively enchanted squirrel jumps over the mountain.

Make sure there is no obstacle ahead.

It happily whistled to the rear like a whistle.

Soon.

Hundreds of squirrels jumped in the rain.

The scene is very novel.

The hunter held his breath and raised his guard.

But waited until all the squirrels had crossed the low mountain, and nothing unusual happened.

It's raining harder.

…

"It has been raining for five days."

Roger pursed his lips, his expression slightly grim.

Although he has deliberately avoided the small waterfall flowing down from the giant tree species, the humid air is still frantically diluting his unique "camouflage"——

That's a mixture of brontosaurus feces and urine.

The taste is strong.

But Roger can live and eat.

As a good monster hunter, this is something that must be done.

A week ago.

He took the group of Horned Demons into the primeval forest, and it didn't take long for him to discover traces of the Thunder Dragon's activities.

Under the stalk of the Ultimate Hunter.

He found the lair.

The twenty-odd dragon eggs in the lair made him salivate.

But the rockery next to the dragon egg reminded him.

It's not just dragon eggs.

It's more of a bait.

The Thunder Dragon is far more cunning than ordinary monsters.

Although they are already at the top of the virgin forest ecological niche, they do not directly kill their prey, but choose a more energy-saving mode of waiting for work.

This model doesn't quite fit the rules of super predators.

But in Mystra, anything is possible.

For example.

The Boneyard is clearly a wasteland.

But at its southern end, there is such a virgin forest full of giant tree species and giant monsters.

This in itself is something that cannot be explained by common sense.

All Roger can do is accept this setting.

Then through careful observation, find the flaws of the Thunder Dragon.

For now.

These dragon eggs are the biggest flaw.

But this is also the bait that the female Thunder Dragon deliberately releases to the greedy.

In this deep jungle.

The identities of predators and prey are always in a delicate dynamic balance.

Until the last moment, no one knows who will kill the deer.

…

Ben Thunder Dragon is very patient.

The same goes for Roger.

But the problem is that once the smell on his body dissipates, there is a danger of exposing his position!

"Wait another half a day."

Roger counts the time silently.

The rain was falling.

In the early morning a group of Dreadclaws came.

They probed around the Thunder Dragon's lair for a while.

In the end, he ran away alertly.

The female Thunder Dragon remained motionless.

At noon.

The odor on my body dissipated to the point that I could barely smell it.

Roger silently crawled away from the giant blue harrier's lair.

…

The egg-stealing scheme goes bankrupt.

Roger is not discouraged.

He came to a makeshift camp six kilometers away.

This camp is built under the hollow of a giant tree species.

In that shallow, narrow entrance.

It is a particularly open underground space.

Compared to the coldness of the surface.

It's warm and humid here.

A large conference room in the camp.

There are more than two dozen small rooms.

Industrious horns shun the soft humus as they dig.

I dug directly to the hard soil layer about 30 meters underground.

This can not only ensure the safety of the temporary camp, but also ensure a certain degree of comfort.

Returning to the camp, Roger quickly changed his clothes.

Gather the servants.

"How is the progress of the river valley project?"

he asked.

A middle-aged horned demon with a broken horn replied in lame common language:

"It has been...completed."

He was Roger's appointed captain, and his name was Ugu.

The reason for choosing him as captain is simple.

He speaks Common.

Although only a little.

But compared with other common language illiterates, it is already a great advantage for employment.

"Very good."

Roger nodded:

"At present, plan A has failed, and I am going to implement plan B."

"But if I start Plan B, I need a hero, the kind who can sacrifice at any time."

"Although you are only my servants, I still want to ask for your opinion."

This is the difference between Contractor and normal Summoner.

Pact creatures are more like true companions.

Of course Roger could have ordered them to die.

But it's not worth it for him.

The horned devils discussed it for a while.

It's the end.

Ugu said: "They are all willing... brave...as long as they don't bleed in vain."

Roger said nothing.

Take out the "Guardian Armor" from the cauldron and throw it on the ground.

"I found someone to change it, but it might still be a little out of place."

"But still first-class armor."

Roger pointed to the heavy armor and said:

"The first person to wear it will be the hero who challenges the Thunder Dragon head-on."

Say it.

He strode out of the basement.

Soon behind, there was the sound of the horned demons wrestling with each other.

In the dry sound of water.

It seems extra pleasant to the ears.

…

The next morning.

In the Thunder Dragon's lair, at the canopy of the giant tree.

Roger was condescending, overlooking the low mountain and the dragon egg, and slowly pulled out two dark purple bottles in his hand.

…

"Hand Bomb (Fire): Ultra High Concentration Pyrogen Polymer"

"Magic Abundance: 12"

"Throw/Detonate: Within the effective explosion radius, the fixed explosion damage is 240, and the fire damage is 16/sec~IndoMTL.com~Duration is 60 seconds; the periphery decreases gradually"

"Producer: Roger and his forever brother the Grey Dwarf"

…

In the next second, he took a deep breath and smashed the pile of dragon eggs at the bottom, one after another, with hand tumor bombs!

A thunderous sound exploded on the ground.

When the first hand tumor bomb hit the ground.

The "Dwarf Mountain" moved.

It's a pity she's too late.

A total of four hand tumor bombs smashed down.

More than 20 dragon eggs were instantly wiped out!

"Roar!"

The awakened Thunder Dragon made a loud noise, and the giant tree where Roger was standing was hit by the roots!

He turned around and ran away without saying a word!

The ladder cloud is fully open.

He jumps back and forth between the giant tree species.

A hint of brushing a bar on the data bar.

…

"You killed 1 Thunderbolt Dragon, and you have killed 26 Thunderbolt Dragons in total"

"You have gained 7 XP"

"You have gained a small amount of attack modifier: Thunderbolt"

…

"You have destroyed more than 2,000 monster eggs, and you have achieved a new milestone: Egg Demolition Expert"

…

"What the hell?"

Roger was about to rant.

A **** mouth suddenly poked up from below.

For a while.

Thunder and saliva fly together.

Blood and rancid dance.

He made a sudden double jump and dodged narrowly and narrowly.

Then he ran away.

Behind him.

The sound of crossing la la continued.

Thunder Dragon's huge body slammed into the surrounding giant trees like a smash.

Triggered a big earthquake in the primeval forest!

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