The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

"Captain, they may not be coming at us!"

This conjecture got the approval of a kind of team members, and it also resonated a little on Gnar's side. He nodded slightly, and said no more.

Even mutants can't keep the gap between ordinary people in their thoughts and personality. Under the influence of a little fluke, they no longer think about it, but deliberately speed up their pace, trying to get themselves away from this unstable factor faster.

But the four of them only walked out of their free time for about half a minute, and heard a sudden exclamation from Herder.

"Captain! They are following!"

The step forward stopped, because in front of the four people, a huge monster had fallen in front of them.

The slender neck is like a snake, but there are enough three people around to hold it round. On Lenz's distinct head, there are several arm-length barbs dotted among them, a pair of silver-white icy vertical pupils are turning at this moment, turning their eyes on the four humans in front of them.

Herder, who was on the side, narrowed her eyes at this time. Upon detecting that there was only one silver dragon, she immediately gave birth to some cryptic thoughts-the black beetle on her shoulders was connected with her mind, and she rushed to the silver dragon. The moment the dragon landed, it was already hidden in her clothes again.

Judging from the appearance, this is undoubtedly a high-level silver dragon comparable to the lord level. If it is encountered by a single person, it can almost be described as tragedy.

but……

If it's just one, maybe it's not enough.

Except for Gnar, the other three players exchanged their sights at this moment and reached a simple consensus in an instant. But before they started to act, a strange noise came from before them.

"Gululululu..."

The long tongue was surging, and the low howling sound was accompanied by a fishy and unpleasant smell. But Gnar had a cold face, stepped forward slightly, and then blocked the other players.

"You all step back a bit."

After the low and solemn tone, I was afraid that my instructions were not detailed enough, so I added the description again.

"Don't do stupid things, listen to me! Calm down and step back."

He knew very well what judgments his players would make. After all, the strength comparison between the two sides was almost visible to the naked eye, and it was understandable that some crooked thoughts occurred. But because of this, the four-man team headed by Gnar couldn't act rashly at all.

"team leader……"

There is no time to worry about the complicated emotions in the team's words, and Gnar is just serious, trying to go further. The lord-level silver dragon already has the wisdom comparable to ordinary ordinary people. If it still responds to the mentality of facing the beasts, to contact these guys... then the end will be more tragic.

In the case where the language cannot communicate, only simple body movements or straightforward emotions can convey simple meaning.

"Hey, take it easy, big guy. I understand... your lair was destroyed, but it's not our fault. If it is to find the culprit, it will definitely not be us."

Under the trivial tone, it was Nar that was slightly low, and then showed a sincere expression.

As a captain-level figure, although not out of the original intention, in the required content of the Federation, he also knows some rules of communication between intelligent creatures.

Adhering to the principle of sincerity and low profile, he was facing the silver dragon in front of him, and then disguised as a weak person.

Although he didn't know the intention of the captain, it was taken in Gnar's previous serious explanation. At this time, even the three players including Herder remained silent, and then stood still behind him, motionless.

From the actual point of view, what kind of creature is the silver dragon?

Tyrannical, incommunicable, greedy and bloodthirsty... all the characteristics are covered, and finally pieced together a pale lizard with a snake-headed crocodile mouth. Among these messages, what Gnar remembers most clearly is one of the unchanging principles.

In addition to hunting, Yinlong rarely travels alone.

In other words...

Perhaps the silver dragon in front of us is just releasing a tentative message to us-in the weakest posture to show people, it can most intuitively perceive the other's attitude. It’s almost not difficult to imagine that if you take advantage of this opportunity to start first, you will not know how many silver dragons will be provoked in the future... You know, even if the Federation mutants are all filled in, it will not be stable. This group of silver dragons.

Under the rough appearance that looks like a beast, there is a meticulous mind like a hunter. Relying on their unique ethnic connection, this is also an obscure way of temptation.

If you do it...maybe you will be mistaken for destroying the enemy related to the nest, right? According to the current situation, the reason for the collapse of the Silver Dragon's Lair does not seem to be fully understood. Gnar could perceive an almost boiling anger from the silver dragon in front of him.

If you make some irrational actions, it is easy to cause a strong reaction from the other party. After all, behaviors similar to this kind of anger are not just human emotions.

As his thoughts flowed, Gnar's movements didn't stop in the slightest. He still gestured to the silver dragon happily, so as to release his kindness to the maximum.

As if he had applied for his idea, Yinlong's vertical pupils, which were as cold as a snake, shrank slightly at this moment, and then moved away from him.

Taking the initiative to avoid looking directly, this is a statement in a certain sense.

Let's go, I'm not interested in you anymore.

And just as Nal breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes suddenly widened in the next instant. Something seems to be fast approaching in this direction!

Enemy attack? !

Suffering to the instinctive reaction, he took a big step to the side, and then avoided a full body. The sudden explosion of level 3 mutants is almost comparable to bullets.

Then, a long, jet-black shadow penetrated through the head of Gnar's original position. In this instant, his pupils shrank violently, and the long shadow from this lasing shot was deeply reflected in his line of sight.

"This... stone?"

It was not a standard bullet, or an attack method with extraordinary power. If he had known this attack method in advance, Gnar would definitely not make such a violent reaction.

But how can a stone make such an exaggerated whistling sound like a bullet?

The whole body is pitch black, with some muddy yellow crushed soil sometimes interspersed on it. It is just a stone half the size of a fist. With its distinct appearance, there is almost no possibility of misunderstanding.