Albert opened his eyes and woke up, and found that the dull pain all over his body had disappeared without a trace.
"So they really have a way to cure me?" Tiger turned to look at the cat boy sitting next to the hospital bed and asked in passing.
"You can say that." Mutt replied vaguely.
"Yeah." The tiger man then raised his arm and moved it. The pain was gone, but he was a little dazed. His arm seemed like it was not his own. He wanted to move this arm under orders from his body.
When it actually starts to move, it always feels like there's a half-second pause.
"Is this really a cure? Or did you just give me an analgesic so that I can't feel the pain temporarily?"
"There's no point in having so many doubts." Mutt sent a cupcake to Tiger: "You should be hungry too, eat something first."
"I hope I can really eat it." Albert took the cupcake with suspicion and took a bite.
The taste is not bad, the cake has a sweetness of honey, but it is not overly sweet.
This light sweetness stimulated Albert's taste buds, and the pleasure of eating caused him to start biting into the cupcakes. He devoured the cupcakes in a literal sense, and in just a few bites he took in the palm-sized cupcakes.
There was only a piece of cake paper left.
"Ah, that's right. Now I should feel abdominal pain too." Albert began to cover his stomach tremblingly. In theory, his internal organs were already in pieces, so after eating like this, he would immediately usher in a vicious cycle, just like
Like he had experienced before.
However, the abdominal pain did not come. Everything was normal.
"See? They really cured you." Mutt's expression finally relaxed and he shrugged towards the tiger man youth.
"God knows if it's true." Albert expressed hesitation. He moved from the bed, as if he wanted to get out of bed and move around: "It's getting late. We should gather and prepare to go to the competition, right?"
"Idiot, we are already on the sand boat and rushing to the arena." Mutt pushed Albert back: "It's only a little over seven-thirty now, but the sand boat will set off early when everyone is there. Your body
You're still very weak, so just lie here and rest for a while. Do you want to eat more cupcakes?"
"Yeah, let's have another one." Albert lay down helplessly and said. No wonder he felt a slight vibration in this room from just now. It turned out that this was not the interior of the hotel, but a moving sand ship.
's cabin.
Mutt got another cake from somewhere. This honey-flavored cupcake was as loose as air when eaten, but it did not provide the slightest feeling of fullness. However, Albert did not feel hungry in the first place.
On the contrary, the taste stimulation made him feel very interesting, so after eating one cake, he wanted to eat the second one.
"Sudanese Arrows." Albert took a bite of the cake and suddenly muttered: "By the way, what kind of team are they? Since they are the seeded team that won the runner-up in the Super Cup last year, they must be very good.
?What’s so great about it? It’s better at cheating than the teams we’ve encountered before, meow?”
"Don't talk nonsense." Mutt suddenly rolled his eyes at the tiger man youth, "The Sudanese Arrows team is composed of elves. It is also a rare strong team in the dark American football world that can win with dignity and dignity. That is the real
Opponents worthy of respect should not be confused with the cheating guys we have encountered before."
"Where are the elves?" Albert hummed thoughtfully. In his impression, aren't the elves all slender and weak-looking guys?
However, the elves do have their strength, not in strength, but in skill, and their innately powerful eyesight and hearing.
Especially the dark elf. Chanel's appearance suddenly flashed in Albert's mind, and then he suddenly remembered the things he and Chanel did together yesterday, and his face couldn't help but blush.
"Why are you blushing?" Mutt noticed Albert's subtle expression and couldn't help but asked unhappily: "Are you thinking of something obscene?"
"Nonsense." Albert hurriedly turned away to cover up.
"But the people on the stage are all men. If you think you can take advantage of the elf ladies, you are thinking too much." The cat boy added.
"Why do you make me sound like a pervert?" Albert gave the cat boy a blank look.
"Aren't you?" the cat boy replied matter-of-factly.
Albert rolled his eyes at the other person and said nothing.
Rumble, rumble, rumble. After a while of shaking, the sand boat seemed to have stopped.
"We're here," Mutt said.
"Unexpectedly, we arrived in Sudan without any difficulty." Remembering that Shachuan had been attacked several times on the way to the competition venue, Albert couldn't help complaining curiously.
"I've told you before, the Sudanese Arrows are a formidable opponent. They will compete with us in an upright and fair manner on the field. How can they use dirty tricks to stop us."
"Humph" Albert climbed out of bed without making any comments.
"Where are you going? There's still some time before the game starts. Why don't you lie down in bed and have a good rest?"
"I'm going out to get some fresh air." The tiger man said, and then walked out of the cabin regardless of the cat man's objections.
at the same time.
"Here I go again, meow," Seglade poked his head into the room and called out politely.
In the room with the stove, the clanking of iron stopped.
"It's you again." Father Odin looked at the young leopard man with an unhappy face: "What's wrong, aren't you no longer short of rosin? Why are you harassing me again? If it has nothing to do with business,
Just go back quickly."
"I'm here to borrow your furnace, meow." Seglade said, "I still have something I want to build, but it's a pity that there is no equipment in Egypt that is better than your furnace, meow."
"oh?"
"Of course, I will pay you the cost of borrowing the furnace." Seglade added: "I even brought all the materials. I will leave immediately after building the equipment. It won't take up a lot of your time."
Meow."
"Okay." Father Odin moved from the wooden stool, "You are obviously busy making equipment this afternoon because it is the most important game. It seems you have some new ideas? Let me see.
Just give it a try."
"I have always had ideas, but I just lacked the tools." Seglade took out two small golden hammers from his waist at the same time, "But I picked up an interesting little thing, which created the possibility for me to realize those ideas."
."
"Huh?" The old man looked at the two golden hammers in the hands of the leopard man young man with a little surprise. One of the hammers was the token of the dragon hunter clan. That thing was given to Seglade by Odin's father.
Of course he would not be unfamiliar with it. However, the appearance of another golden hammer really shocked Father Odin!
"You! Where did you get that thing?!" he asked hurriedly.
"This meow?" Seglade scratched his head: "To be honest, I don't know much about meow. This was a meow that a friend of mine got while rescuing people. Then he gave it to me and I
Brother meow."
"Show me that thing!" The old man took the golden hammer from Seglade's hand without saying a word. He opened his eyes and carefully looked at every detail of the golden hammer, and then transformed it into various shapes.
He waved various tools one by one a few times to test the feel. After checking them all, he stuffed the hammer back to Seglade, snatched the other golden hammer from the leopard man young man, and used the same method.
Tested it again.
"Impossible!" said the old man: "It is impossible for there to be two [Thors] in the world."
"What?"
"Look here for yourself." Dad handed the golden hammer to the young leopard man, pointed to an almost inconspicuous part at the end of the hammer, and showed the young leopard man the carvings on it that were so detailed that they were almost invisible to the naked eye.
: "Every dragon hunter clan has this mark on its token, and it is unique and named after the god in mythology. The token I gave you was originally a relic of my son. Its
The title is [Thor]."
Dad picked up the token he used from his waist: "This is my own token. Its title is [Odin]. It is also the token used by the highest-ranking member of the dragon hunter family. Before I die,
It will always be kept in my hands until I pass it on to the next user."
Dad picked up another golden hammer from Segrad's hand: "Look at the coat of arms on this thing again. This is also [Thor]."
Segrad's eyesight was not as good as that of Father Odin, but as an orc, he still had good eyesight. So he took the two golden hammers in his hand and compared them carefully. It was exactly as Father Odin said.
As said, the crests on the two hammers are exactly the same, with not even the slightest difference.
"So I still don't understand? Is this a copy or a counterfeit?"
Father Odin's expression became serious: "The tokens of the dragon hunter clan cannot be copied. They are things that have been passed down from a long time ago. You can understand them as the crystallization of technology left by ancient people. These tokens are in the world
There is only a fixed number, and the crest on each token is unique. I can guarantee you 100% that there cannot be any counterfeit [Thor], and there can only be one."
"Then what is going on? Meow?" Seglade became even more confused after hearing this.
"You ask me? I still want to ask you!" Odin's father also looked puzzled: "Let's not mention the [Thor] I gave you. Where did the other [Thor] come from?
Came out? What happened to your friend?"
The extra [Thor] was actually left by the mysterious man in black robe. The man in black robe used this token to open the portal to the Hall of Heroes and led Bediville to rescue
People rescued Solar, who was buried in rubble and dying.
However, Bediwell did not explain his rescue of Solar to anyone after that, nor did he mention the black-robed man using the token to open the Hall of Heroes. The werewolf young man just felt that the golden hammer should be sent to a suitable place.
The user gave this token to the two brothers Sefer and Seglade.
"It looks like I'm going to have a good talk with Mr. Bedivere when I get back, meow." Seglade's face turned solemn.