At the same time, the dawn area was in the sky one kilometer away from Lviv.
Accompanied by the chill brought by the night and the strong wind blowing in the ears, this journey is actually not comfortable. If Albert opens the protective cover of his iron cavalry, he can actually easily hit the occupants head-on.
The incoming strong wind was completely isolated, but doing so would cause the cavalry to slow down, and Albert, who was in a hurry, was unwilling to do so. Despite this, they were well prepared this time, and both Albert and Mutt
Wearing a very thick windproof jacket, the enchanted windproof fabric will be easily detached from both sides by the strong wind hitting the head, and the impact on the person wearing the windbreaker is almost negligible. Therefore, even in a crazy situation like iron riding,
At the flying speed, the strong wind that hit the two of them hardly caused their body temperature to lose excessively. Mutt, the cat-man boy who had been holding Albert's waist from behind, even felt a little hot ------
It was either because the windbreaker made him feel stuffy or because Albert's body temperature was becoming unusually high.
"Now...we're back!" Albert said jokingly as he tried to cheer up after a long drive.
He also slowed down his cavalry and prepared to find a place to land after approaching Lviv: "I just hope we are not late and miss the highlight of the Great Hunting Festival?"
"Haha. How could it be so easy to miss?" Mutt, the cat-man boy sitting behind Albert, gave a perfunctory laugh and at the same time cast his gaze at the huge monster as high as a mountain in the distance - Laoshan.
Turtle: "Look, that thing is still there. And the city hasn't been destroyed by it yet."
Albert said a little ecstatically: "After all, I severely injured that guy, and it huddled in its own turtle shell to recover. How can this cat recover completely easily?"
"What happens after it recovers?" the cat-man boy Mutt asked quietly, unable to suppress his worry in his tone.
"Then let's injure it again. It would be best if we can kill it completely this time, so as not to have a long night of dreaming and meowing." The nervous young tiger man said confidently, without thinking about how much he had spent before.
With so much strength and huge risks, he managed to injure Laoshan Turtle to such an extent.
The so-called Warcraft Hunter is both a hunter and a prey.
When the hunters spent a lot of time and effort to familiarize themselves with the attack patterns of the monsters, and thought that they completely mastered the hunting methods of the monsters, the monsters also evolved at the same alarming speed, becoming smarter and more cunning.
Gradually I became familiar with the hunters’ hunting routines.
Just as the hunters are constantly strengthening themselves technically and in equipment, the monsters are constantly changing their tricks and competing with the hunters for survival. In this protracted contest, no one side has ever truly completely defeated the other.
One party, and no party has ever truly fully grasped all the details of the other party.
The world of Warcraft Hunter is cruel and real. In the final analysis, it is just the embodiment of the endless competition between man and nature in the Dawn Region.
Despite this, in order to survive, the people here will still fight until their last breath. Because this harsh dawn area is the only home for the orcs, and those who lose their home will be homeless and have no home to call home.
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But what if all this is actually not necessary?
The young catman who had been thinking about all this was fascinated by the beacons that were being lit in the distance and the World of Warcraft hunters who were actively preparing for the next desperate fight.
"Ah, you are finally back. I thought you would be so scared that you would run away and never come back!" Albert had just parked his cavalry at the Stone Pyramid in the center of Lviv----
--On an open-air platform of the "Central Temple", Castro, the vice-president of the Hunter Association, has come to "greet" his apprentice, and he made an unceremonious sarcasm when they first met.
"Don't worry, I said I would come back, and now I am." Albert shrugged, quickly jumped off the cavalry, and put the cloak into Mutt's hands, "How is President Nitro's situation?
?"
"The old man is still awake, but he looks quite sleepy." Castro said, "He seems to be forcing himself to stay awake and wants to give the hunters outside the city who are responsible for setting traps more time to prepare."
"It's a good thing to try to hold on to the scene, but if you hold on like this, it will only make him sleepier and take longer to wake up, right?" Albert snorted: "Then it will be a vicious cycle. You know what we are doing
We are fighting a protracted war, and the situation cannot be completely reversed by the old president’s temporary efforts.”
"I know. I will go to persuade him next and let him go to bed when he is almost done." Castro rarely quarreled with Albert and turned around and said: "You go and prepare too. Take it.
The battle coming down will be very hard--maybe even harder than last night's battle."
"I have already realized something." Albert said seriously for a rare moment.
"Pfft." Castro sneered, left Albert and Mutt behind, and turned around to leave.
People who don’t know the ins and outs of the matter may not know what this conversation is about, but Mutt knows the details. The so-called [Great Hunting Festival] actually revolves around a piece of President Nitro’s hand from beginning to end.
Artifact ------ [Summer of Love] ------ is going on.
Once that artifact, which seems to be some kind of orb, is activated, it will attract adult monsters from thousands of kilometers away, giving the monster hunters a chance to annihilate these monsters before the monsters of this season go around causing chaos and causing destruction.
.But the activation of [Summer of Love] has a time limit, conditions and fixed rules.
Once activated, it will last for ten days and ten nights and cannot be stopped. During this process, all the Warcraft in the Dawn Region will rush to Lviv like crazy. This is not only a feast for the hunters to kill Warcraft, but also a cruel killing by the Warcraft.
The Carnival of Hunters, [Summer of Love] is such a double-edged sword that is difficult to control.
The person who controls this artifact is President Netero.
During the activation of [Summer of Love], the President will remain in a comatose state. At this time, the ominous red light emitted by the Summer of Love will attract the monsters. On the contrary, when President Netero wakes up from his slumber,
Come, the effect of [Summer of Love] will be temporarily reversed, and the monsters that have been attracted will temporarily calm down in a blue light, until President Netero's mental power can no longer be maintained and he falls asleep again.
So far.
The period when the president is awake is the prime time for the hunters to regroup and take a breather, so the president will always stay awake and give the hunters as much room as possible to prepare for the battle.
But [Summer of Love] is originally an artifact that can corrode the soul. It is extremely tiring to stay awake for a long time under its erosion. President Netero has stayed awake for more than eighteen hours, right? He
He will probably fall into deep sleep again soon.
The moment the old rabbit closed its eyes was also the moment the war began again.
"By the way... is this kid still following you?" He had obviously walked out several steps, but he was muttering: "How long do you want to hang around in a place like this? The battle is getting more and more intense, and we have no time to spare.
We have no obligation to protect him. Don’t blame us if he dies.”
"I can take care of myself," Mutt said unhappily.
Castro ignored the cat boy, he had already walked away.
"Go get ready." Albert put one hand on Mutt's kitten's head and rubbed it hard.
He was always treated like a child, which made Mutt very unhappy.
The room is still the same room. It is one of the few small stone rooms in the central temple that are allocated for the more prominent hunters to rest and take refuge. Although it looks very depressing, it is actually better than the ones other hunters stay in other parts of the city.
The rest room is much better. After all, the central temple is built very solidly, and only some small monsters can invade it.
In addition to Lviv's giant stone pyramid "Central Temple", there are many building-like buildings in the city. They are all hollow structures, but they are not used for living inside, but for the entire city's defense mechanism.
Part of it. If I want to say it, they should be closer to a kind of turret, which is convenient for hunters to hide in and fire on the Warcraft on the streets outside. Although some low-status Warcraft hunters also have many people assigned to those stone rooms as rest rooms.
But none of them dared to stay in it for a long time or store important props in it--because the fierce battle that followed would easily cause those hollow buildings to collapse one after another, and those empty houses would not be able to use it.
Not safe.
Therefore, although the small stone room that Mutt and the others were in now was very crude and small, the cat boy had no choice but to endure it. He was not here for a vacation anyway.
With this thought in mind, the cat-man boy Mutt sat on the edge of the stone bed that was as hard as his ass, and took out the equipment in his bag one by one to prepare for Albert's next battle.
Most of the weapons they brought were made by Albert's former companion, the cat-man boy Ruf, who spent his entire life making them.
Most of the weapons are made from the corpses of monsters, such as the scimitar in Mutt's hand made from the fangs of the violent saber-toothed tiger.
Albert used to constantly transform into clones to fight. When the clones waved and threw these weapons, they would not cause damage to the weapons held by Albert's body, nor would the weapons held by the body be lost. Therefore,
After a fierce battle, these weapons were almost intact, no need for repair, and the inventory was still sufficient.
Mutt lovingly applied maintenance grease to the weapons one by one, and carefully took care of Ruf's legacy. He felt that he had an obligation to do so.
Oiling can not only maintain the sharpness of the weapon's blade, but also the right amount of grease can also facilitate weapon quenching---most of the poisons used by hunters are lipophilic, and the poison cannot adhere well to clean weapons.
But it can stick to the grease on the surface of the weapon.
Various poisonous potions specially used to deal with Warcraft are also prepared. Unfortunately, most of the potions must be applied in actual combat to achieve maximum effectiveness. Otherwise, after the potion oxidizes over time, the toxicity will decrease sharply. Since it is now prepared in advance
There is no point in applying poison to the weapon, so Mutt can only hope that Albert can poison the weapon properly in actual combat and not to rush into a fight.
"Oh, I'm still working on it, so serious." Albert lay on the bed and took a nap, glanced at Mutt, and immediately turned around to continue sleeping. This guy's euphemistic name is to nourish the essence of the captured battle.
Charging is actually just laziness, leaving the troublesome work of weapon maintenance to Mutt.
"Because you are too lazy, I have to do this." The cat boy complained while continuing to oil and maintain the weapon without stopping. He was not particularly reluctant, after all, he could now help Albert
There was only this thing to do. When the battle really started, Mutt had nothing else to do except hide in the stone chamber or watch the battle from the top of the pyramid.
"Hmm." Albert replied vaguely, and the round tiger ears twitched a few times, as if he was just talking in his sleep.
At this time, the cat boy had just finished oiling a scimitar and put it in its sheath. Then he reached into his backpack to get another weapon, intending to continue oiling the weapon. However, he accidentally took out a wonderful book
Metal book------a book that shouldn't exist there, but appears out of the backpack for no reason.
Albert doesn't have a good habit of reading. He's too impetuous to sit down and read. He also doesn't carry any books with him for reading in his spare time. Moreover, this backpack is specially used to store the batch of books made by Rufe.
For weapons, under normal circumstances there would not be a book like this mixed in.
------So where did this weird and ancient metal book come from?
The cat boy looked at the mysterious metal book in front of him and tried to open it with curiosity. (To be continued)