Ten minutes later, Albert and Mutt were settled in a small stone chamber in the "Central Temple" of a stone pyramid.
"There are no windows." The cat boy sat down beside the bed and complained in a low voice.
His complaint was not unreasonable. Apart from a few stone cracks for ventilation, and a few ventilation cracks as thick as fingers on the entrance door, this stone chamber had no other ventilation system.
The stone chamber, like the entire building, is made of very thick stone. It is probably additionally enchanted to make the stone tougher and less likely to be destroyed.
And this stone chamber is relatively narrow to begin with. The entire square stone chamber is less than seven steps square, and even the ceiling is extremely low (Albert's head almost touches the ceiling when he is standing), giving people a sense of
A feeling of stuffy heat and breathlessness.
Mutt, who has a phobia of hissophobia, is most afraid of being locked up in a narrow place. Fortunately, this stone room is not so narrow that he cannot accept it.
"It's good to have no windows. Just get used to it." Albert put down his luggage and rubbed his sore shoulders, "Lviv is already in a state of being attacked by monsters at any time. This kind of airtight small room is the best."
It is safe. Rooms with windows are easy to be attacked by monsters. If monsters spit acid or fire into the room from the window, the people in the room will be in danger. And believe me, there are not many monsters that can do this."
Then he walked over and moved a piece of brick next to the steel door of the stone chamber. The thing was very heavy, and it took Albert a lot of effort to move it to the door.
"This is a stone used to hold down the iron gate. If the situation is really serious and the monsters attack the central temple and you come, you will lock the iron gate tightly and use the stone to hold the door down." explained the young tiger man.
, "The corridor of the central temple is not very wide, and large monsters should not be able to squeeze in. The iron door and door stone should be enough to defend against small monsters that break in. After locking the door, you can
Just hide in this stone room and wait for the danger to pass. Do you understand meow?"
"Yeah." Mutt nodded: "But what about you?"
"I will find a way to survive outside, you don't have to worry." Albert grinned and patted his chest, "Don't look at me like this, I have experienced three [Great Hunting Festivals] after all.
A hunter. Surviving the Great Hunting Festival is just a piece of cake."
That's just trying to show off. The cat-man boy knew it well. He had been getting along with Albert for a long time, and he had gradually been able to guess what Albert was thinking from the slight details on the tiger-man young man's expression.
What an idiot. If you're afraid, just don't come and participate in this kind of bloody massacre. This guy doesn't owe the Hunter Association or anything in the Dawn Region, so he can still escape from things he doesn't want to do.
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Is it because I'm afraid of Castro that I don't even have the courage to escape?
It's really incomprehensible.
The cat boy lay on the slightly hard and uncomfortable bed and sighed. The sheets were neither dirty nor clean, but felt a bit dusty.
"It's like a prison." He looked at the unfamiliar ceiling and whispered.
Albert took out the weapons made by Ruf one by one from the storage bag that Mutt brought, and arranged them on the table beside him. The small wooden table was filled with weapons.
"Ha!" He hummed after placing a table full of weapons: "I put the things here first. Some of the weapons are quenched with poison and are more dangerous. You don't know the attributes of the weapons. You can use them in a few more seconds.
At one hour, the [Great Hunting Festival] ceremony will begin, so you should take the opportunity to sleep for a while."
"I don't even have a quilt, I'll catch a cold if I sleep like this."
"Is it Meow?" Albert lay on the bed and hugged the cat boy from behind: "Will you catch a cold like this, Meow?"
"Hey" Mutt's words turned red all of a sudden: "Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid! Are you planning to hug me to sleep?! Get out of bed!"
"But there is only one bed here, do you want me to sleep on the floor?" Albert asked mischievously.
"How do I know! You go sleep on the floor!" The cat boy kicked the tiger boy out of bed.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, so heartless. Then I'll sleep by myself." Albert took out a sleeping bag from his bag and got in. Sure enough, this guy came well prepared.
Mutt rolled his eyes at Albert, but after the tiger got into the sleeping bag, he turned his back to the cat-man boy, and Mutt's rolling eyes were ineffective.
"Ouch," the cat boy snorted unhappily, "Why do they have to put us in the same room? They can't even spare the extra room."
"You came here yourself," Albert closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, and replied: "This room was not originally prepared for you, so don't be arrogant. During the Great Hunting Festival, Lviv has to accommodate people from
There are tens of thousands of Warcraft hunters and their followers in the entire Dawn Region. How can there be so many empty rooms for idlers like you? Even the followers of Warcraft hunters are not allowed to participate in the Great Hunting Festival. Only those who have already
Only those quasi-warcraft hunters who have been recognized and can immediately take on their own roles can come here to participate in hunting."
"Yeah"
"Huh, regret it?" Albert chuckled: "Maybe it would be better for you to wait for me to come back in the Cairo Grand Hotel. At least you don't have to suffer, sleeping on such a hard bed without a quilt."
Mutt didn't answer, and lay there pretending to be asleep.
Meanwhile, the upper level of the "Central Temple", the stone pyramid in the center of Lviv.
"Hmph." In a place similar to a helipad or an observation deck, Castro, the vice president of the Warcraft Hunters Association, glanced at Albert's iron cavalry parked there and snorted disdainfully.
"The relationship between you and that child is still as bad as ever." The middle-aged Leopard Man on the side held a telescope in his hand, observing the situation around Lviv, and said casually: "Those who don't know the relationship between you,
I really can’t imagine that you two are master and disciple."
"Well, anyway, that kid got punched a lot when he was my apprentice," Castro said with a disdainful look on his face: "Now that his wings have grown full and he can fly, he shouldn't take the master seriously anymore."
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"I don't see that at all. On the contrary, I think he respects you very much. In other words, he is afraid of you."
"Huh. Don't make random guesses about this kind of thing." Castro said with a smile.
"So, what do you think?" Leopard Man put down the telescope in his hand and turned to look at Vice President Castro meaningfully.
"What do you think?" The vice president of the Warcraft Hunters Association looked confused.
"It's the clone magic skill he just had." Seeing that the other party was deliberately pretending to be stupid, the middle-aged Leopard Man added: "It can actually split the self (Kama) into dozens of individuals, and each one can be controlled.
entity. Isn’t that magical skill exactly the same as the magical skill used by [the savior] in the legend?
[The legendary savior stood alone on the shining hill, looking down at everything in the world. He instantly transformed into an army of millions to challenge the army of monsters. But once dawn comes, he will disappear without a trace].
If I remember correctly, this is what is written on the stone tablet in the underground ruins of the Central Temple."
"He? Hahahahahahahaha." As if hearing the funniest joke ever, Castro laughed knowingly: "That kid? The legendary savior waiting for you? How could it be! Hahahahaha, are you kidding me?"
Me?!＂
"However, there have been reports before that the child once appeared in the Greek city of Athens in a similar [savior] manner. During the turmoil seven years ago, he showed his white wings to calm down
The turmoil played a decisive role. At that time, some people called him [Sotnes]. All this coincided with the legend of [the Messiah]."
"Let's not talk about this kind of stuff for now, brother Caucasus." As if he was bored or trying to avoid touching some sensitive topic, Vice President Castro hurriedly interrupted the leopard man: "Nite
Isn’t President Luo going to start the ceremony of the festival soon? Is it really okay if you don’t go over to help? As a [Trap Master], the traps you set are the first line of defense against the monsters in the Great Hunting Festival. You
But here you can leisurely enjoy the scenery, is it really good?"
"The traps that need to be set have been laid out a long time ago," the leopard man named Caucasus squinted his eyes and replied, "the traps I designed are perfect. As long as the guys in charge of installing them don't cut corners, they will be able to do it."
Play a role. However, it is impossible to stop the army of Warcraft with traps alone. Traps are just a means to reduce their number. As a result, a guy like me who is useless in wartime can only watch you silently in this place.
These are hunters who can go into actual combat."
"Huh, really." Castro chuckled again, and walked towards the building: "Then it's up to you."
"I still have a question." Before Castro left, Caucasus asked again: "Since you are so opposed to that kid leaving Lviv, why don't you just do something with his iron cavalry? As long as the iron cavalry is
If it's broken, he won't be able to leave here for the time being. He has to wait until the end of the Great Hunting Festival before he can leave. Isn't this just what you want?"
"Let's forget it." The vice-president didn't even turn his head, he just waved his hand casually, "I have done a lot of things that make people hate me, but I don't want to do something that makes people hate me.
It’s a matter of holding grudges. He can stay if he likes, and leave if he likes. As long as he does his job well, it’s okay to let him go.”
"Really?" Caucasus did not try to persuade Castro to stay. He just waited on that platform and watched the vice president leave.
The question is, what kind of work is considered the "duty job" of a Warcraft hunter? Is it to kill one hundred, one thousand, or ten thousand Warcraft? Or is it to complete the Great Hunting Festival and kill all the invading Warcraft without leaving any land?
Only by killing them all can we consider we have fulfilled our duty?
No one can give a definite answer to this kind of thing. (To be continued)