What flooded into Mutt's mind like a tide was the memory of the cat-man boy Rufu.
------Or maybe it's the part that's lost in memory.
Fate has changed. Rufu may have completely forgotten Albert, as if he had never met Albert. However, even so, Rufu still has some kind of longing body in his body, and he still misses the tiger.
.
That is, the remains of memory. Before the cat-man boy Rufu completely died and breathed his last, it was deeply engraved in his body. It has no home, but it is eagerly looking for the next owner.
Don't forget------it's in the shouter.
Even if the original host dies, these memories, the time he and he shared over the years, must never disappear.
A certain day of a certain year and a certain month.
"What are you freaking out about?"
The call of a young tiger man in front of him brought the young cat man back to reality.
"Uh, it's nothing." The cat boy was silent for a moment, withdrew his gaze from the distant sky and stared at the tiger in front of him.
"This is our first meeting, Mr. Albert. I am a trainee monster hunter who is here to act as your servant. My name is Rufus."
"Ruff, meow?" The senior Warcraft hunter named Albert raised the corner of his mouth, "I always think this name sounds soft, like some kind of marshmallow------"
The cat boy looked aggrieved.
"Forget it, I won't entertain you anymore." Albert scratched his head: "Please give me more advice from now on. Hehehehehe------"
Tiger suddenly started to laugh, while the cat-man boy in front of him had a puzzled look on his face.
"Hehehehehehe------" Tiger smiled more and more proudly: "Where's the little servant? That's great. This also means that I graduated from that damn evil Castro, and now it's my turn
I’m here to bully the juniors, meow hahaha!”
"Bullying..." The cat boy showed an even more aggrieved expression.
"Hahahaha, don't worry about this detail." Albert continued to cover his mouth and smile, looking extremely proud: "Speaking of which, you, a child, also want to be a World of Warcraft hunter? You can't even give a shit like this to Warcraft."
The gap between your teeth is still too small, but you still plan to pick up weapons and fight monsters?"
The cat boy immediately pouted: "Given time, I will grow up and become stronger. And if I work hard on my hunting skills, I will be able to fight on an equal footing with Warcraft."
"Meow," Tiger said with an indifferent smile, "I have never seen a very strong cat person. If you are a little boy, if you grow about a foot taller, your physique will be better."
It’s basically finalized. Cat people have never been a race known for their fighting prowess, right?”
"Even so------" the cat boy pouted, choosing to remain silent, and did not answer the other party directly. But a flame of reluctance and desire was quietly burning in the cat boy's heart.
No matter what others say, even though the entire hunter organization looks down on this cat-man boy, the boy still embraces a lofty dream almost obsessively.
One day, he will become stronger.
One day, he will become a competent, no, more powerful monster hunter than anyone else, and drive out all the monsters in the Dawn Region.
------At that time, he can go back to his hometown and tell that person that you are free and no longer need to be bound here.
------At that time, his heart felt peaceful for the first time in his life.
From the first day he met Albert, the cat-man boy knew that he had the right master. His master was by no means the type who was good at direct combat. On the contrary, Warcraft hunter Albert was the best at it.
Lurking and stalking, using calculations and traps, he drives his prey to a dead end step by step.
And this kind of fighting method is exactly what the young catman who lacks frontal combat effectiveness needs. He knows that as long as he studies hard with this master, one day he will become as good a hunter as Albert.
One day, he will realize his long-cherished wish. Until he sees the end of his life, the "Snow Armored God"------Steel Armored Dragon.
At the moment before his life completely disappeared, he realized how naive and weak he was.
To drive away all the monsters is a wish that can never be realized.
"What are you doing, meow?" Someone shook the cat boy hard, shaking Mutt out of his daze.
"Uh!" Mutt came back to his senses: "Is this...?"
He seemed to have had a strange daydream just now, but the dream only lasted a very brief moment, and now that he had come to his senses, he could not remember the content of the dream.
The huge memory surged out of the body of the dead cat boy and penetrated into the mind of the still living cat boy, but could not be digested. It was thus deposited in the depths of Mutt's heart, waiting to be awakened one day.
"This is the backyard of the city hall. How long do you plan to sit on the ground naked like this?" Albert sneered slightly contemptuously: "Because it's late at night and there are no other people here, so you don't even need to feel ashamed, cat?"
"
"Uh!" Mutt immediately shrank up as a cat. Then he remembered that he was removing the body just now - more accurately, he was taking off his own clothes from Rufu's body, and then
Put the mourning clothes he was wearing back on. Of course, this was a bit of a wrong order of priority, because Mutt felt uncomfortable wearing Ruf's mourning clothes. He would rather take off his clothes first and pick up the body naked. But he didn't
I expected that when I touched the body of the deceased, I suddenly started daydreaming as if my soul was out of body. In such a dark place in the dead of night, it is actually quite scary for such a weird thing to happen.
Having said that------
"Where did you get such a trolley?" Mutt looked at the car behind Albert. The wooden trolley he got from somewhere was not very well made, but it was extremely strong. It was already loaded with
Ruf's coffin.
"These clothes are just so useful." Albert twirled the corners of his coat a few times and put on his hood to cover half of his face. He took the clothes off the body of the fainted leopard man guard.
Lai: "With this suit, I can pretend to be a guard of the Leopards and freely take the resources I want. I just casually said a few words to those idiots and told them the vehicle I need to transport."
, to prepare the coffin in the cellar for incineration, so they asked me to push this over."
"How blind must those leopard men be..." Mutt complained in a low voice.
"Don't worry about the cats." Albert didn't bother to delve into the details and urged: "Hurry up and put Rufu's body in the coffin for preservation. Let's get the coffin to the cavalry as soon as possible and get out of here."
"Yes------" Mutt hurriedly took off his pants from Ruf's body and put them on himself. The pants had a cold feeling because Ruf's body had been frozen.
Perhaps it was frozen by the cold wind in Western Siberia from the moment he died and never thawed.
"But, where can you get more ice cubes?" Mutt asked curiously after putting on his pants.
"You don't need to worry about this problem at all." Albert was carefully putting Rufu's body back into mourning clothes and putting the dead cat boy's body back into the coffin.
Then, Tiger took out a bag of powdery stuff from his waist. He shook the bag and said, "The Leopards have their magic, and I also have mine."
He poured the blue-white powder into the inside of the coffin, and then tapped the inner wall of the coffin with the small dagger he had prepared.
In an instant, those wonderful powders were activated. A cold breath spread throughout the interior of the coffin. The water vapor in the air was solidified into ice by the cold air, and the ice cubes climbed up inside the coffin, growing too long, and soon the coffin was
The body of the cat boy inside was frozen. After Albert closed the lid of the coffin, a thick layer of ice had formed inside the coffin, as if even time had been frozen in that moment.
"Ha------" Seeing Albert's tricks, Mutt breathed a sigh of relief.
"This is the magic rosin powder that my friends got back. It can produce various effects with a little stimulation. It's very useful." Tiger explained, "Come on, the coffin has become heavy and difficult to push. Help me from behind."
Push it."
"It's really good at summoning people. Okay." The cat boy sighed. Although he was extremely reluctant, he still wanted to finish the things in front of him as soon as possible, and then set off to Melson Stone. There, he hoped to get some long-term confusion.
with the answer to his question.
The quiet backyard was rarely visited by people, making it even more eerie. However, when Albert and Mutt pushed a coffin in a place like this, they were particularly conspicuous. What they were most afraid of was not encountering any ghosts in a place like this.
Instead, they encountered people, especially a patrol of leopard men. Even though Albert was now wearing the clothes of a leopard man guard and covering most of his face with a hood, they used a cart to push the coffin in a place like this.
It is still extremely suspicious, and if he is really caught by the patrol, no matter how good his eloquence is, Albert will not be able to explain it.
Fortunately, their original lounge was not far from the backyard and could be reached by walking a few steps. As long as they put the coffin on the iron horse, start the engine of the iron horse and take off, no matter how fast the Leopards were, they would definitely be able to reach it.
I can't catch up.
I hope so. Albert and Mutt pushed the coffin all the way back to the lounge area. This journey was relatively risk-free.
But when the two tried to unload the coffin from the trolley and load it into the passenger seat of the cavalry, Albert suddenly remembered someone's voice behind him:
"What are you two doing here?"
Albert's heart suddenly felt cold. He took a deep breath and turned around to look at ------
The person who spoke there turned out to be the deputy chief of the Grik tribe, Bagus.