"Come on, your hot porridge and a large piece of crab claw meat I've picked for you."

Doma brought a stone bowl to Dagon, which contained steaming fish porridge with roasted crab meat piled on it. Because the main ingredient is potato flour, which is brown in color, the fish porridge is very dark in color. However, the crab meat is white and piled up high on the sticky porridge, and a little fishy smell, it fully interprets what happiness is.

"Huh, we can finally have a meal." Doma also sat down slowly with a bowl of porridge. His eyes never left the food in his hand, for fear that anything would fall out. "I've been tired for a day, but it's worth it."

"It's really worth it." Dagon handed the spoon to Doma, then used another spoonful of crab meat to poke it straight into his mouth. As he chewed, he smiled.

Not only Dagon, everyone was smiling. No one spoke during this meal, but the mouth hidden behind the beard was not idle for a moment. Eight pairs of young lips were pursed tightly, fearing that the fragrance of food would accidentally escape. If such a thing happened, it would be a major crime to the stomach.

There was food porridge, fish, meat, and then extra meals. The young people present had never experienced this kind of affluent life in the wild. The fire was burning, and the metal spoon rubbed against the stone bowl and made a hissing sound. All the rest were chewing and chewing sounds. Everyone was immersed in the happiness of a full meal, and they were very focused. Even the turbulent sound of the underground river was completely forgotten.

Dagon and Doma were the hungryest, so they were the fastest to finish their meal. The two of them first scraped the bowl with a spoon, then poured some hot water into the bowl, shook it, and drank slowly along the side of the bowl. Seeing that they finished eating, the leader of Valde waved and asked them to come over to work. The two of them immediately put down the bowl and got up from the ground. Perhaps because of this simple exercise, Dagon and Doma had a loud burp together.

"Haha, OK, the food is good." Barde said with a smile: "Cook the snake meat, and you guys bring it on the way."

The frost snake that had been peeled was cut into fourteen pieces and divided according to the rules of the hunting team. It was not included in the seven students in Dagon, one for each of them, Valde, Bear Lizard and Dagon took two, and then left one for the bear lizard's back for emergency response. This is a trial mission, so there is no need to bring food back to the city, so everyone can divide it by themselves. If it is a hunting operation, then the first thing to do is to complete the share of the Jian Gucheng.

"Mr. Barde, what should I do?"

"You should find a piece of iron plate in the shack. The meat of the frost snake cannot be directly touched by the fire. Just fry it through the iron plate." Barde said: "This snake meat is very storage-resistant and very strong. Each piece is enough for you to fill your hunger for four or five days."

Dagon and Doma worked together, found iron plates, rinsed them with boiling water, filled with peat for the fire, and then started cooking. There was a thin layer of oil on the surface of the frost snake's flesh. Heat this part first to ensure that the snake meat did not stick to the iron plate.

The most important thing in making food in the wild is not to waste it, especially to control the heat. In this regard, there are many more experienced teams than Doma and Dagon. Everyone picked up stones, stacked them to make a simple stove, and placed the iron plate on it, so it was easier to control the distance from the flames. So many pieces of snake meat cannot be placed on the iron plate at once, and it will probably take a whole night to fry them in batches, so everyone divided them into four batches. Of course, Dagon and Doma, and the others took the opportunity to sleep for a while.

Dagon used his partner's axe as a shovel to flip the snake flesh. Through the starry light, he noticed that the leader was lying but not asleep. Seeing his eyes wide open and he kept looking at the top of the cave, he said, "Mr. Barde, we have no experience in hunting. Can you tell us about the frost snake?"

Barde yawned, slowly, and seemed to get up with some difficulty, and then said, "Oh, I was very nervous when I came out. I guess I would have to wait a while before I could go to bed. Just in time, since you want to hear, I will tell you about the Frost Snake."

Speaking of creatures in the wild, Barde is indeed a very good lecturer. Not only is he rich in knowledge, but his language is also very vivid. Even without the snake meat in front of him, Dagon and Doma could only listen to his story and piece together the appearance of the frost snake in their minds.

"The frost snake is born close to the cold ice and continues to accumulate frost power in its body. It can create a snowy illusion in a wet place, confusing the eyes of the prey, and ambush itself under the false snow." Barde said of his rise and shook his head and said, "Even after death, the cold air of the frost snake does not dissipate so quickly. As long as the fire source is avoided, their flesh will be frozen, and can be preserved for a long time without decay."

When Dagon heard this, his eyes lit up and asked, "Mr. Barde, I have two pieces of snake meat. Can I leave one piece without processing? I want to put it in the shack and bring it with me when I come back and give it to my parents to taste it."

"You want to keep one?"

"Yes. Like everyone else, I just need to bring one more piece, and put the more piece here. Without moving, how long can the frost snake's meat stick to?"

"It's okay for seven or eight days." Barde tilted his head and said, "Dagon, this is a public rest place, and there will be some people coming and going. They will most likely take your snake meat and leave you with nothing in the end. Even if there is no one else, there may be creatures coming over and enjoy a free meal. There is no food in the shack, but I know it's unlikely to keep it."

"I want to try it." Dagon looked at the snake meat and said, "Take one piece to eat, and the weight of two pieces is a bit of a burden. If I am lucky, I will take that piece back and take it home and won't it be a pleasure?"

Barde frowned and shrugged: "Since you have figured it out, find a place to put it up. Don't stuff it in the shack, so as not to smell that it will cause monsters and destroy the shack."

Dagon thought for a while, took a rope from the shack, wrapped the frost snake's flesh and tied it up, and then hung it under the protruding rock on the river bank. It was from this rock that Dagon flew to the other side to clean up the hole and fished for crabs. He sincerely hoped that this brave rock could help him again and hide the frost snake's flesh.

Only an inconspicuous rope was seen from the river bank, with the flesh hidden below and away from the water. Dagon thought for a while, took out a piece of shoe fragment and wrote on it with a charcoal pen. The previous charge shattered the shoes, but now he could only barefoot, but he picked up the pieces of shoe fragments, and now he used them.

"Please don't take away the food left by your parents - unless you are about to starve to death." The text of the Jiangu tribe is like a knife and axe, which is very suitable for writing on the surface of various materials with charcoal pen. Pressing this piece of cloth under the rope, hoping that it can affect the passers-by and increase the hope of keeping the snake meat.

After doing these things, five of the six noodles of the first batch of snake meat were already cooked, and they were about to change shifts soon. Dagon was confused and wanted to go to bed, but was pulled by Valder and asked him to tell him in detail about the battle, saying that he would record it and tell other hunters.

"It will not harm you if you accumulate a little fame."

After sticking to this point, Dagon was really sleepy. While yawning, he explained to the successor why a piece of frost snake meat was missing, and then fell asleep on the blanket. Before his eyes were completely closed, he vaguely saw Mr. Valder chatting with the next wave of friends. Dagon thought:

Huh, the formal hunter turns out to be so strong.

It was hazy and his body gradually relaxed. It turned out that this was the feeling of falling asleep after eating and drinking, smelling the aroma of barbecue. Dagon's mouth curled up with a curve of smile. He actually knew it himself, but when the snoring sounded, the nightmare came back.

Huh! The red flames soared into the sky, surrounding Dagon in a circle. "It's this damn dream again!" Dagon looked around angrily, and the hunting axe made of sand was formed in his palm. Compared to the last time, Dagon had less fear in his heart.

"I have received the blessing of God Aoli, and I will become an excellent hunting team member. A monster! Don't even think of taking away my life!"

The flames rose and no one responded to his screams. Dagon waited for a while, and the weird guy who had walked out of the fire wall last time did not appear, so he tried to get close to the fire wall.

"I can go out if I can come in, and I went out last time." Dagon still clearly remembered the feeling of being split from head to toe. He was on guard against the wall of fire, but he didn't expect the wall of fire to retreat and continue to keep the same distance as him.

After changing the other direction, it was still the same, and then he changed it again. Within this 360-degree circumference, the fire ring in only one direction was stable. Dagon could only approach this direction, and then was surprised to find that the fire ring in this place had no heat at all.

He stretched his hunting axe forward and put it into the fire to roast it. The axe blade was still cold, so he drilled into the flames and walked over. The flames were followed by a series of black stone steps, rising from the fog, and then kept rising, not knowing where they led.

Whether on the steps or around, the field of vision is always only more than ten meters away, and then there is the darkness of nothingness. At the limit of the sight, the edge of the steps seems to be countless tiny square fragments, and shadows are suspended in the void. When Dagon walks forward, the fragments will quickly combine into steps, and then new fragments will form at the edge of the steps further away. If he retreats, the originally completed steps will be broken and then hidden in nothingness.

He climbed up the stairs, holding the hunting axe in his hand. The steps that continued to extend to the heights seemed to have no end, and the fire ring behind him quickly disappeared. Dagon tried to walk back, but was surprised to find that the steps were broken and he could no longer return to the fire ring platform.

"What is this ghost dream doing?" Dagon looked at the small cube fragments that kept "evaporating" at the end of the steps for a while, and then chose to continue to move up. "Either the steps end, or you wake up after sleeping enough-what is scary here?"

"There is nothing scary here." In the void, the strange man's voice suddenly sounded, and the vague sense of familiarity remained. "Come up, Dagon, come and see me quickly, the steps are about to disappear. If you fall down, you may die in this soul world."

After saying that, the steps began to speed up and disappear, as if an invisible mouth was gnawing at the black stone steps. "It's all you want to kill me!" Dagon roared and began to run upwards.

The steps continued, and Dagon continued to move forward, from running to walking, from climbing to moving, Dagon became more and more tired, but the steps still couldn't see the end. In the end, he was completely exhausted and lay on the steps and gasped, while the progress of the disappearance of the steps behind him gradually caught up.

"It probably won't work." Dagon calculated and came to this conclusion.
Chapter completed!