"Damn it! What was stolen from you?" Werewolf Bedivere picked up his clothes and asked nervously.
"Pants, pants!" Elaine's face showed indescribable embarrassment.
"It's okay, meow!" Seglade picked up his spear and shield, and threw his shirt to the white bear man: "My gun and shield are still there, meow!"
The werewolf took another look at Elaine's luggage. The White Bear man's shield and rhinoceros sword were still there. The two thieves were only teenagers. With their physical strength, they couldn't lift Seglade and Elaine.
of heavy equipment.
In the end, Bedivere suffered the most losses. His lizard-tooth dagger and turtle-tongue whip were both stolen, and he had no weapons at all, which made him feel a little uneasy!
Seglade gave the spear to Bediwell: "Want to chase Meow?"
"Of course we have to chase him!" the werewolf said firmly.
Losing the lizard-tooth dagger is not a big deal, but Bedivere's tortoise-tongue whip is a "top-notch" weapon that can respond to the electricity generated by his left arm prosthetic, allowing it to move freely like a tentacle! How can this be possible?
Lost!
Bediwell could vaguely identify the scent of the two thieves. The desert sun slowly melted and eroded everything with high temperatures, leaving the surrounding air filled with a strange baking smell. Even a werewolf with a sensitive sense of smell, over time
I'm afraid it's no longer possible to distinguish the specific smell left by someone. In other words, the only way to hunt down the thief is now.
"Uh-huh." Elaine wrapped her shirt around her waist to hide her shame. She stood up very embarrassed and said, "One, I must get my pants back!"
"That's what you mind?" Bediwell was a little unhappy: "Actually, you feel good wearing it like this?"
He looked at Elaine: the white bear man was wearing only a pair of pants, a shirt around his waist, and nothing on his upper body. He looked a little like a pervert.
"Don't, don't laugh!" the white bear said in a confused tone.
The three of them packed up their equipment and ran off, following the scent of the thieves, deep into the slums of Zvar.
At the same time, the two thieves brothers also turned around several alleys, passed through the dilapidated and intricate buildings in the slums, and came to a place that looked like an underground cave.
"Uncle!" one of the kid yelled, "got something good! Do you have food to eat tonight?"
"Oh?" A hunchbacked man wearing a tattered cloak came out of the darkness. He was called uncle by the children, but his appearance was more like an old and frail old man.
"What good stuff?" the "uncle" asked in a calm tone.
"This!" The child waved the whip happily and replied in his very poor English: "Treasure! Treasure! That idiot holds this, (like) a tentacle (controlling it freely)!"
"Really, Matt?" The man in the cloak groaned in disbelief.
"Really! Look!" The child waved the turtle tongue whip: "Move! Move quickly! Move it quickly!!"
Swing, swing again! The boy kept waving the whip, but the turtle-tongue whip seemed lifeless. It only shook weakly a few times when the boy's little hand waved it, and it didn't have the same majesty it had in the hands of the werewolf before.
"Hey~!?" The young thief shouted in disbelief: "Why is it not moving? This is different (from what you saw)!"
He thought that Bedivere's whip could be controlled as long as he held it in his hand, at least that's how he had seen the werewolf use the whip before.
But in fact, of course, the Turtle Tongue Whip will not simply respond to the user's request. It is not a high-tech weapon and cannot move independently according to the user's will. The only one who can make it move is Bediwell--
----And it's powered by electricity from the werewolf's prosthetic left arm.
"Uh... this lousy thing!" The boy threw the whip on the ground angrily. If it couldn't move independently, the whip would be just a strange whip made of the sinews of an unknown monster. Not only did it not have much lethality, but it was also pretty.
It's okay to be ugly.
Seeing the young thief making a fool of himself, the man in the cloak groaned in displeasure: "Matt, lying is a bad habit. Then, as punishment, you won't have anything to eat tonight. ------You
What, Jiute? What's the gain?"
"This, this." Another young thief took out his [harvest]: Elaine's pants and Bedivere's lizard-tooth dagger.
The blood-stained trousers didn't have much value at all. When the boy took them out, he thought they were ridiculous and took them back immediately. The handmade dagger didn't seem to be worth much either. It was really hard to take this out.
No problem?
The young man was very worried, fearing that he would be treated the same as his younger brother. He asked tremblingly: "(Relying on this) Can I... eat?"
"Oh!" The man looked at the dagger in trance, as if he had seen the supreme masterpiece of a famous master. He snatched the dagger from the boy's hand and held it with his dry, wrinkled hands.
He looked at the weapon carefully, and at the same time kept uttering low-pitched admirations: "This is...this! This workmanship! This precision! This is just the right polishing and inlay! This ingenious curve! This is...a masterpiece!"
"Huh?!" The young thief named Jiute was very surprised. He didn't expect that this homemade weapon would be given such a high evaluation by a man. This was the first time among the various treasures that the child had stolen in his career as a thief.
"Well, can I eat now?"
"Go to the kitchen and eat as much as you want until you're full!" The man in the cloak seemed very happy: "Get out of here!"
"Matt!" Jiut called, "Let's eat together!"
"Brother!" The other young thief said with gratitude and planned to follow.
"Wait a minute!" The man in the cloak stopped the thief brother: "Jiut, you can eat it, but he can't. I don't have food here to entertain liars!"
"But, but!" the thief boy's brother waved his hands in protest. Perhaps because he was not very good at speaking, he could only express his emotions with such clumsy body language.
The man in the cloak seemed to be very stubborn: "Stop talking nonsense! You can either eat enough yourself and leave Matt alone; or you can eat neither of them and go hungry tonight!"
"There is another option: Don't eat any of you and return my weapons to me!" Bedivere's roar came from outside the cave.
"What?" The cloaked man was startled. He saw the three figures running into the cave and quickly glared at the two young thieves reproachfully: "Have you not confirmed whether you are being followed?"
"Yes, yes?!" Jiute shouted innocently: "(We) have obviously turned many alleys (to escape tracking)! How is it possible (that someone else will follow us)?!"
"It's not their fault, old man." Bedivier walked into the underground cave with a gun, his face full of anger: "We orcs have very sensitive noses, and we can take you out of any corner of the city just by scent tracking."
Dig it out, do you think you can escape?!"
"Oh?" The cloaked man smiled disapprovingly and raised his lizard-tooth dagger: "How will you know this kind of thing if you don't try it?"
Seglade and Elaine planned to attack and besiege the hunched cloaked man with Bedivere. But the werewolf quickly shouted: "Don't come over, I will kill him myself!"
Bedivere said this not out of his pride. No. He saw the unusualness of the hunchbacked man from his footsteps and posture, and suddenly realized that the man was a master of swordsmanship! If Seger
If Ryder and Elaine attack without knowing where they are, they will definitely be violently counterattacked by the man and be seriously injured. Among the people present, I am afraid that only Bedivere's skills can rival that of the hunchbacked man!
Being shouted at by Bediwell like this, the young leopard man and the white bear man stopped in their tracks. Seglade threw the shield in his hand to Bediwell: "Come on!"
What a good companion, one sentence can make them understand. Bediwell secretly praised Seglade and Elaine, and at the same time, holding a shield and a gun, he challenged the mysterious man: "Old man, quickly take my equipment."
Give it back to me, and I can spare your life!"
"Hahaha, I'm afraid it's impossible." The hunchbacked old man and Bedivere were facing each other. The two walked slowly, circling around an invisible point as the center.
"Can I ask you a question?" the cloaked man added before taking action, his eyes fixed on the spear and shield in the werewolf's hand: "This is really a good sword, and the gun and shield in your hand are equally good. These are all
Did you make it yourself?"
This sentence made Bedivere wary. He was afraid that the cloaked man would have bad ideas about Seglade, so he quickly took everything into his own hands: "Yes... so what? What do you want to do to me?"
"If so, then let me praise you! You do have a pair of skillful hands. It would be a pity to lose these skillful hands! Don't worry, I won't kill you, and I won't hurt you when I attack.
His hand---at most it would just cut off two of your legs!"
A blue vein popped out from the werewolf's forehead. Faced with such a shame and humiliation, the werewolf calmed down and said, "What a loud tone, old man!"
But he knew that the other party was not boasting. The old man in front of Bediwell might really be as hunched over and senile as he appeared on the surface, but this guy's footsteps were unusually steady, and every inch he moved, his figure seemed to be...
As quiet and calm as the windless mountain forest!
To meet such a top swordsman in a place like this!
Tens of thousands, no, hundreds of thousands of battles. I am afraid that this guy has experienced too much killing experience and baptism of blood. He has slaughtered more than ten million enemies under his hands. In terms of skills alone, the werewolf has a lot with this old man.
The difference between cloud and mud!
If the magic power is not sealed, Bedivere can still use the madness technique to fight against it - whether he can win is still unknown.
But now, the werewolf can only rely on his own swordsmanship to win. Facing such an old monster with superb swordsmanship, Bedivere feels unsure!
...I have no choice but to bite the bullet!
Bedivere stabbed out a shot and hit the old man in the face!