"Buggs..." Albert looked at the Leopard Man deputy leader with a hint of horror.
"Hey, I saw you coming over to attend someone else's funeral. This person must be very important, so I just stopped by the lounge to visit you." Bugs grinned and said, "But what the hell is going on? Someone is dishonest.
Staying in the lounge to rest, but stealing the body? Where are you going to take the body of the deceased?"
"Uh..." At this point, Albert had no way to excuse him. After all, Bugs was not easy to deceive, and the current situation was very clear. He couldn't deceive anyone even if he wanted to.
"I'll be honest with you." Albert sighed: "This deceased is my friend, and I will never just watch you cremate his body. I want to take him away and send him away."
The complete remains were buried at Melson Stone."
"Really? Then what are you waiting for? Take him away quickly."
"I know you will hinder me, but no matter what you say, it's useless, I------" Albert said half-way to himself, and suddenly he was stunned: "Wait, what did you just say?
Meow?"
"I said, take your friend's body quickly. Isn't that why you came here to do so many things?" Bugs grinned again.
"...I thought you would stop me." Tiger said tremblingly, expressing disbelief.
"Why? We are only responsible for disposing of the remains. The real person responsible for this matter is the Warcraft Hunter Organization." Bugs shook his head and said, "Actually, I am the most opposed to this kind of meaningless funeral ceremony. People are dead.
Even if he dies, just dig a hole, bury him, and erect a tombstone to commemorate him. But your hunter organization has to go through so many red tapes, incineration and burial. It not only wastes people and money, but also wastes resources. It is so stupid."
"President Nitro will not be so happy when he hears this." Albert replied.
"That's a sentimental old man. His ideas are particularly naive as he gets older." Bugs sneered: "Stop talking, are you leaving? If you don't leave, I will really call the guards to arrest you."
Already."
"Uh, I'm going, let's go now." Albert then accelerated the speed of carrying the coffin, put the coffin on the passenger seat of the cavalry, and at the same time fixed the coffin firmly with a thick rope to prevent it from being transported during transportation.
Fly away in the middle.
"Of course, I will truthfully report this matter to your hunter organization, saying that you stole the body of the deceased while our guards were not paying attention." Bugs added: "The internal affairs of your organization
Let you handle the matter yourself. Be prepared to accept the punishment."
"Ah ha ha ha ha..." Albert smiled awkwardly. He had expected to be severely scolded by Vice President Castro in the future.
But now...
"Let's go." Tiger stroked the transparent lid of the coffin, looked at Rufu who was sleeping forever in the coffin, and whispered: "Let me take you home."
In the quiet night, the roar of an engine suddenly sounded in the backyard. By the time the Leopards' guards noticed the problem and rushed over, Albert had already taken off in the black cavalry. The cavalry was in the air, and the Leopards had nothing to fly.
The vehicle was beyond reach, and I could only watch helplessly as Albert flew away with Rufu's body. The engine taillight of the cavalry dragged out a long golden light in the dark night sky, as if to greet the deceased.
Kind of condolence.
"The automatic navigation system is on, the destination is Meowson Rock." Albert fiddled with the buttons on the iron horse a few times.
"It's the Melson Stone." The cat boy sitting behind the tiger boy corrected.
"Huhu, of course the official statement is like that, but cats always have different pronunciation. They will call Melson Stone Meowson Stone." Albert laughed, "Don't you think it's weird to call it that?
Cute cat?"
"I don't think so." Mutt said quietly.
"What a boring brat." Albert was embarrassed and couldn't speak. "It's about an hour before we arrive at Mewsen Rock. Are you tired, Mew? If you're tired, seize the opportunity to take a nap. We still have to do something for you."
Rufu's burial is a physical job."
"I don't need you to tell me." Mutt fastened his seat belt to prevent himself from slipping off the horse while sleeping: "Remember to wake me up when you get there."
"Okay, go to sleep." Tiger agreed. Then he felt the cat boy hugging his waist from behind. The kitten's paws were soft and warm. Tiger himself found a comfortable sitting position and lay on his back.
On the panel of the iron cavalry, because it has been converted to automatic navigation, the iron cavalry can reach its destination automatically without Albert having to drive it. Albert can also take the opportunity to take a nap.
"Muter, are you asleep, meow?" Tiger felt a little sleepy, so he asked in a low voice in a daze.
There was no answer. What responded to the tiger-man youth was a steady and extremely slow breathing sound. The cat-man youth had fallen into a deep sleep behind Albert, and he slept soundly.
"Good night." Albert also closed his eyes and planned to take a short rest.
A certain day of a certain year and a certain month.
Albert was awakened by a very fragrant smell. As soon as he got up from the bed, he felt hungry immediately.
"What are you doing, meow?" The tiger climbed out of the tent and saw the cat boy who was making a fire to cook: "Hey, you kid can also cook, meow?"
"I know a little bit." The cat boy was wagging his tail freely while cooking, looking very relaxed. A very fragrant stew was being cooked in a simple iron pot for travel, and the aroma of various ingredients was skillfully blended together.
, seems very harmonious.
The cat boy's ears twitched, as if he suddenly remembered something, he stopped stirring the stew: "It shouldn't be a problem to light a fire to cook here, right? It won't scare our target away, right?"
"It depends on what kind of monster you are dealing with. The giant warthog you want to hunt this time is one of those that is not afraid of the smell of fireworks. It can even be said that if you cook here, the aroma of the food may attract it."
Albert said: "Are the ingredients enough? Do you want me to get more? Let the aroma float out, and maybe we can easily lead the target here without having to walk so many roads to chase the target."
"
"Okay." The cat boy blushed and said with a smile, "Go and get more meat. There are a lot of vegetables in the ingredients here, but they are short of meat."
"Very good." The tiger happily went out with his hunting bow.
However, five minutes later, as soon as he picked up a rabbit that had been shot with a bow and arrow from the ground, Albert heard screams in the distance.
"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah--"" the cat boy screamed and ran towards Albert, still holding the pot of stew in his hand.
"What are you doing, meow?" The tiger, who was completely unaware of the situation, also started running and caught up with the cat boy.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, monster!" Rufu screamed.
Boom! A huge warthog ran out of the jungle and chased the cat-man boy with astonishing momentum.
"It's after your pot of stew, throw away that pot of soup!" Albert said as he ran after him. Since he was out hunting some small creatures to make stew ingredients, he had nothing but a bow and arrows in his hand. They had prepared other weapons. This kind of weapon was really weak against the nearly ten-foot-tall warthog chasing behind them. At this time, they had no choice but to lure the warthog away and go back to the camp to regroup.
"No!" The cat boy was particularly stubborn: "Don't waste food casually!"
"Are you stupid?" Albert sprinted and found the right opportunity to turn around and shoot the warthog. However, the arrow was not a particularly sharp one, and it was not even coated with poison. It was like scratching an itch on the giant warthog, and the wound was bounced away by the steel-like strong hair of the monster without even making a wound.
"Listen!" Tiger smacked his lips: "If you don't throw away the pot of soup now, that warthog will keep chasing us until we run out of energy! At that time we will be hit by the monster , shattered to pieces! Are you going to waste food, or are you going to waste life? Choose for yourself!"
"Woo...!" The cat man boy hesitated for a long time. However, his physical strength was far inferior to that of the tiger man youth who hunted all year round. At this time, he was indeed out of breath running. If he ran a short distance, he would probably be out of breath. He will run out of energy, be overtaken by warthogs, and be trampled to pieces. If he continues like this, he will die. He will be buried in the wilderness before his ideals are achieved. This is definitely not him. The ending you want to see.
"No! -------" Rufu screamed, twisting his waist back while running, and smashed the pot of stew in his hand towards the giant warthog's face!
Bang! The scalding hot soup splashed all over the giant monster's face.
Ouch! Ouch! ------ Because it was very hot, the warthog howled loudly and raised its head with sharp teeth into the air. The cat boy also felt a force pulling him from one side. After passing by, he slid away from the side before hitting a big tree in front of him.
Pound!! Rufu dodged, but the giant warthog did not. The giant warthog, whose face was drenched with hot soup, did not even notice that there was a huge tree in front of him that could not be hugged by five people. It collided with Up!
After the extremely dull thud sound passed, something flew towards him and almost hit Rufus.
Bang! However, Albert, who had just pulled Ruf away, reached out and caught the thing that almost hit the cat-man boy.
It was the giant tooth of a warthog. The moment the giant warthog hit the giant tree, the tusks in front of it were broken and shot out from both sides. The sharp tusks almost hit the cat boy's head. Poke a big hole!
However, these thick and hard pig tusks are like scimitars and are very powerful weapons. While grabbing the pig tusks with one hand, Albert also rushed forward, taking advantage of the giant warthog hitting the tree and still being dizzy, jumped It's on the forehead of the monster.
"Listen, kid." Albert said: "This is the first lesson that a Warcraft hunter must learn: to use the environment, and even all the resources the enemy can provide, to win."
After saying this, the tiger raised his huge tusks with both hands and stabbed the giant warthog on the head!
Stab! The sharp and heavy pig teeth easily pierced the skull of the monster. It broke through the monster's skull and penetrated into the brain of the giant warthog. The contents inside were instantly turned into a pulp under this heavy blow.
, spurting out along with the wound on the monster's head, splashing all over the tiger like a volcano erupting.
The cat-man boy Mutt looked at the scene where the tiger-man boy Albert killed the giant monster with one blow, with a mysterious blush on his face.