Manda took out parchment paper and recorded the process of zombies' exploration. This time, many problems were found in the cave.

First of all, it can be confirmed that Manda did steal the thunder and lightning skills, so the barbarian dragon would not be able to use the thunder and lightning skills again. This proves that there is another force that has caused Stanley to lose control of the living zombies.

But why is it just a living zombie? Why do you still have to leave one for Stanley? Is it a spell casting error or a deliberate provocation? If it is a deliberate provocation, it is time to consider the issue of retreat. The opponent's strength should be far above them.

The most likely reason why the barbarian dragon did not chase after him was not strong enough and it was injured, which would affect its hunting. Without food, it means that the injury is difficult to heal and may even intensify. Manda has seen countless carnivorous dragons who died of injuries, which is a fatal cycle for it unless its owner wants to help it overcome the difficulties.

The core of the problem lies in this owner, which is also the main purpose of Manda's arrival here. If the owner's strength and intentions cannot be found out, Manda must give up this manor, and he will not be able to deal with a terrible and unknown strong neighbor for a long time.

Manda decided to test the owner's control over the barbarian dragon first. Although the wisdom of the dinosaurs is comparable to that of birds, it is impossible to accept high-level domestication like mammals. Moreover, the barbarian dragon was seriously injured, so it is difficult to resist the temptation of food in this situation.

Bruto and Sangira joined forces to hunt a bison in the forest. Stanley and Manda helped the poet lay out the trap at the upper wind position of the cave. Manda cut the bison into several large pieces and placed it on the trap. She also sprinkled the blood of the cow everywhere, allowing the tempting smell to float into the cave.

"Such good beef and so sweet blood, no one can resist such temptation." Manda, hiding in the dark, looked at the entrance of the cave intently.

Stanley said in surprise: "Why did you use the word sweet just now? Why are you saliva hanging on the corner of your mouth?"

"Nothing, just the lips are a little dry."

The appearance of the Barbarian Dragon made Manda burst into Jurassic instinct. When he was cutting beef just now, he always wanted to leave a piece for himself, but he was afraid of causing misunderstandings from others.

The smell of blood floating in the wind made Manda anxious. He could hardly resist the temptation. It was estimated that the dinosaur would never last until midnight.

Unfortunately, he was wrong and didn't have to wait until midnight.

As soon as the night came, the dinosaur rushed out and plunged into the bright red beef.

Manda was a little surprised. At least when the zombies broke in, the dinosaur maintained appropriate restraint and waited until the zombies entered the depths of the cave before taking action.

But then I thought about it, the taste of zombies is definitely not comparable to that of beef. When I saw dinosaurs eating voraciously, Manda had the urge to go up and grab a piece.

The happy time is so short. The dinosaur has entered the preset position. When the poet pulled the rope, a pit of more than ten meters deep appeared on the ground. The dinosaur roared and fell into the pit. Not only did he break his hind legs, but he was also fixed in the pit by thick wooden stakes.

Adding wooden stakes in the pit is the basic skill of setting up traps. The wooden stakes should have been pointed, but considering that this kind of thing is ineffective against the barbarian dragon, the poet made improvements and used round-headed wooden stakes to stuck the barbarian dragon's body in the gaps of the wooden stakes.

The wooden stakes are designed very exquisitely, all stuck to the key points of the joints, thanks to Manda's understanding of the Manda dragon and the poet's exquisite craftsmanship.

The barbarian dragon roared wildly in the pit for a night, but the owner seemed to have no idea to rescue it. The next day, it was dawn, and everyone began to discuss how to deal with the barbarian dragon.

Stanley first proposed: "Ordinary weapons are ineffective against this monster. I suggest that Lord Monchik personally go to the pit to kill the monster, and then I control its corpse and then go to the cave."

The poet thought for a moment and said, "This monster was not a match for the king when he was not injured. Now it only has one breath left, and our king should be able to solve it without any effort."

Manda wrote down a heavy note in her heart, and the New Year is coming soon, and the poet's year-end bonus is deducted at least half.

Bruto shook his head and said, "We can't let our king take risks. I have some medicine powder, maybe I can kill this monster."

With this sentence, Bruto's year-end bonus increased by 30%.

Sanjira seemed to have seen through Manda's thoughts and hurriedly said, "I won't let the king take risks, we'll wait here, this monster will starve to death in a few days."

Smart girl, you can also get a salary increase.

Manda cleared his throat and said, "If you don't want to get whipped, don't call me King, Lord Viscount, you should be able to burn this monster easily with your hellfire."

Stanley said with a embarrassed look: "Actually, the last time I fought with it, I wanted to use Hell Fire, but this will hurt your manor and soldiers. You also know that Hell Fire is too lethal."

"So this is a good choice, let's just stay away."

"Okay, but then there will be nothing left..." Stanley finally told the truth, he wanted this monster.

Stanley is a simple and complex person. According to his own description, he has experienced the vicissitudes of time but cannot hide the surging blood and frivolity in his heart. He is always sober, but he is unwilling to suppress the joy brought by his achievements. He is willing to give silently behind his back, and also long for everyone's cheers and praises...

To sum it up in Manda's words, he is the kind of person who wishes to put all the good pens in the world.

There is an excellent opportunity to install a pen. Think about it, controlling zombies is the talent of the Bear believers, but this talent cannot be shown off. Normal people will have some disgust of corpses.

But now the situation is different. He is no longer controlling a human corpse, but a giant more than five meters high and ten meters long. He holds this giant behind him like a puppy. Without Stanley, even Manda can imagine the sense of accomplishment after the successful installation of the pen. Stanley will even ride on the barbarian dragon to the battlefield, although in a sense, he is just riding himself.

Once the fire of hell burns, even bone slag will not be left, and it may even burn the blood stone. This is obviously not the result Stanley wants.

Looking at Stanley's constipated expression, Manda came up with an idea for him.

"Use your fourth-level skill to pull out the monster's soul, won't the remaining body belong to you?"

Stanley thought so, but this was a bit risky. No one knew where the monster's soul came from. If his owner was parasitized in the monster's soul, he would be in danger.

He was struggling until the afternoon, and indeed Bruto's poison had no effect on the barbarian dragon, so Stanley had to use the fourth-level skill.

The four specific zombies surrounded the pit, pointing at the barbarian dragon, each stretched out a finger, Stanley stood in the distance to activate his skills, carefully paying attention to the changes of the monsters.

The skill was not activated smoothly, and the monster's soul was very tenacious. From afternoon to dusk, Stanley almost exhausted all his mana and finally pulled out the monster's soul.

The soul of an ordinary person is only the size of an apple. According to Stanley's speculation, the soul of this monster must be at least the size of a wine barrel.

But unexpectedly, the monster's soul was only as big as a grape. Originally, Stanley wanted to check the soul, but the soul disappeared into the air in the blink of an eye.

A stream of black smoke suddenly appeared from the pit. Stanley was stunned and had some bad premonition. He rushed to the next to the pit. The corpse of the barbarian dragon in the pit began to dissolve on its own. He used a spell to try to control the corpse, but there was no effect.

In just one meal, all the flesh and blood disappeared, and only a skeleton was left in the pit, with no luster on the bones, and it looked like a stone without any vitality.

Stanley lets the zombies jump into the pit and finds the divine bloodstone from under the skeleton. As he speculated, this is a third-level divine bloodstone, and it is intact.

"It seems that this is the only gain from this trip." Stanley sighed.

Manda shook her head and said, "I guess the harvest in the cave will be even greater."

"To be honest, I don't really want to continue taking risks." Stanley's face looked ugly, and he seemed to be immersed in the loss of his dreams.

"This is not very kind. You got your stuff, but I was still empty..." Manda was stunned. He found that Stanley's face was getting worse and worse, and the rhythm of his breathing became very strange. "What's wrong with you? Can you hear me? Lord Viscount, can you hear it..."
Chapter completed!