"By the way, if you travel on foot, it might take quite a while. I'll give you a guide who can serve as transportation. I don't intend to help you, but this is the bare minimum reward for winning the ritual football event.
Still, don't get your hopes up about reuniting with your companions. It's too late. You entered another country aboard a warship—whatever your reasons, that is war. And in war, the Ocelotl do not take prisoners. They will wipe out every enemy who enters their territory. If it were me, I would have settled everything on the first day." The Dinosaur King laughed as he left.
"Senpai."
"Let's go."
Although there were still many things they wanted to ask the Dinosaur King, his final words made Mash and Ritsuka deeply worried about the people aboard the ship. Their group immediately prepared to head for the Great Plains, cross it, and reunite with the others. When they arrived at Chichen Itza, Wak Chan appeared before them. He was the guide the Dinosaur King had mentioned, one who could serve as transportation.
Wak Chan was a Tyrannosaurus Dinos, huge enough to carry several people on his back. In this world of primeval jungles, he was undoubtedly excellent transportation.
"Looks like there's no room for us." Once Mash, Ritsuka, the Sailors, Habetrot, and the others had climbed onto Wak Chan's back, there were no seats left. Shen Fei and Rasputin could only run on foot behind him. As for Olga Marie, she naturally flew through the air. Though Wak Chan had warmly invited her to ride on his back as well, she had flatly refused.
Thanks to the Dinosaur King's orders, when the group entered the Great Plains this time, no Dinos appeared to obstruct them. Since Mash and Ritsuka were