"Um...oh...it's Albert..." The tiger man seemed to have fainted for a long time, and then he barely woke up and whispered, "Dida
La and Su... Susanna were all moles... I... killed them..."
"Yes...yes. I know." Albert looked at Castro solemnly.
Most of the tiger man's left face and left shoulder had been eroded by some kind of strong acid and had become bloody. Part of the cheek bones and arm bones were exposed, and there was a faint green smoke under the erosion of the strong acid. Cass
There were wounds on Tello's right leg and lower abdomen that were penetrated by sharp objects. In addition, half of his body was eroded by strong acid, and most of the muscles in his arms and shoulders had been carbonized and liquefied by acid------this was already
Fatally wounded.
"Wait a minute, I'll start treatment right away." Albert knelt beside Castro and began to squeeze out a large amount of medical gel from the survival knife he carried with him, and applied it to Castro's acid-etched arm.
and on the cheek. Medical gel does not actually have the ability to treat wounds, but it has strong antibacterial and sterilizing properties, and also has a certain cooling and analgesic ability, which can somewhat slow down the infection and deterioration of wounds.
But Albert knew very well that Castro needed to be sent to the hospital immediately for treatment. Without proper first aid, even a strong man like Castro would suffer such fatal injuries in a short time.
Die inside.
The problem is that there are no facilities to treat Castro in Lviv. The only way to save Castro is to use a teleporter to send him to Cairo for treatment. However, the power of the teleporter is also
Exhausted since the last transmission.
Mutt took Gusta back to Cairo. This move saved Gusta, but it was also equivalent to a death sentence for Castro.
"There's no need for treatment. I know I can't save him..." the tiger man said in a low voice: "But I killed two moles before I died. They were also special G-level hunters with the same name as me. There are already
Earned..."
"But......"
"Kid...prick up your ears and listen..." Even in this dying state, Castro still ordered Albert in a tough tone: "Deidara
That guy... said something to me before he died... that made me very concerned."
"yes......?"
"He said, [You orcs don't deserve happiness, you should struggle all your life until you die]." Castro repeated: "[When you orcs have happiness, that's when the world will be destroyed]. I don't
I know what he wants to express, but his tone...it's almost like he is not one of us at all------"
"So you...blow their heads off?" Albert seemed to vaguely understand something: "To see if there are any artificial human components in their heads, meow?"
"Ah..." Castro carefully took out two small plastic components from his arms: "My guess is right...those two guys
...They are no longer the special G-class hunters we know...They have been replaced by androids...What a pity...No one told me, blow it up
After the head is cut off, they will explode themselves, and that kind of acid will flow out of their bodies. It's really... such a mistake..."
"Still as careless as ever, old guy..." Albert said dumbfounded.
"Don't interrupt, listen to me, cough, cough, cough, cough..." Castro coughed a few times and spit out a stream of blood: "I have a dream..."
Realizing that Castro might make up a long story, Albert tried to stop him: "You'd better take a rest..."
"No, let me finish." The tiger man insisted, as if he was handing over his will.
Albert frowned and said nothing.
"... When I was young, my father joined the army. He never came back. My mother said that he died on the battlefield. Before I became sensible, I was raised by my mother.
.
At that time, although life was very difficult, the village was still peaceful. And the monsters in the Underdark were only rampant in the wild. No matter how cruel the monsters were, they rarely came close to inhabited villages. Even if they occasionally did, they would be killed by the villagers.
The guards were easily driven away.
But I don’t know since when, the Warcraft became more and more rampant. They began to invade various villages in the Dark Territory. The smaller the scale and the worse the defense, the more serious the damage. That year, I watched my mother being killed with my own eyes.
The monsters tore it apart, but I was hiding in the closet, shaking, unable to do anything.
From that day on, I swore that I would definitely let the monsters on this continent experience the despair when my mother died. I would let those monsters die in pain and in pieces. I don’t know if I can do it.
, I just try my best to do it.
Then... the Warcraft Hunters, an organization that originally only made a living by hunting Warcraft in the deep mountains and old forests, also expanded day by day due to the rampage of Warcraft, and gradually became the scale it is today. Especially... since...
Starting seven years ago, the entire Dawn Region was disturbed by rampant Warcraft, and residents had an increasing demand for hunting Warcraft. Eventually, such a huge organization was born, and there was even an annual large-scale event to hunt Warcraft.
------The Great Hunting Festival.
This is very twisted, but it is also inevitable.
In this dawn region, everyone is trying their best to stay alive. We struggle, we fight, we fall, we bleed. We rise, we survive.
Nature has never been gentle to us. The weak eat the strong and the fittest survive. This is a truth that has existed since ancient times... I have thought so since a long time ago.
------But what if all the injustices we encounter are not caused by the hand of nature, but are arranged by man?
What if, in order to suppress us orcs, make us unable to live in peace, and prevent our race from ever being able to survive alone, someone deliberately activates the magical beasts in the entire Dawn region to torture and kill our people?
Whenever I think about this possibility, I feel extremely angry in my heart. When I learned about the existence of [Origin Point] and knew that the birth of Warcraft was not a natural product, my anger only grew day by day.
I know that I have no evidence to prove that all of this is man-made. But I just know that all of this is not just a conspiracy theory.
Those guys... are the murderers who indirectly killed my mother, and the murderers who killed tens of millions of orcs in the Dawn Region. They are responsible for these innocent victims.
We must... stop those guys from continuing to harm the Dawn Region and the world.
...My apprentice, I know that I don’t give you much, and I don’t teach you much. I know your talent, so I’m eager to kick you away before I’m sure you can become independent.
, allowing you to hunt World of Warcraft alone. The more hunters who can hunt Warcraft alone in the Dawn Region, the better. In this way, it will be more efficient to clean up the World of Warcraft in the Dawn Region. This is what I think.
I know that I have not given you much, and I am not qualified to ask for anything from you. But...if...you still take me as your master in your eyes...please
Agree to my last request."
He gently put his right hand on Albert's shoulder, but it was so weak, completely opposite to the rude big man he originally was.
"Please... put an end to the chaos in the Dawn Region.
Eliminate all the [Origin Points] in the Dawn Region, and let those who deliberately create [Origin Points] bring difficulty and chaos to the Dawn Region... kill them all without leaving any trace.
Only by doing this can everyone get true happiness.
Only by doing this can the residents of Dawn Region... be able to truly live and work in peace and contentment.
...Everything is...entrusted to you."
"...I will do it." Albert promised in a low voice.
"Very good." After saying the last words, Castro died.
"...rest in peace, master." Albert subconsciously wiped his red and swollen eyes, and at the same time took out a clean handkerchief and covered Castro's face that was half eaten by acid.
I hope the deceased can rest in peace.
After calming down, Albert stood up again and turned to look at the power furnace beside him.
Unfortunately, the power room seemed to have experienced a very fierce battle, and most of the power furnace was destroyed by blasts and Castro's brutal and exaggerated attacks. Albert was neither a technician in this area nor lacked repairs.
There is no way to repair the power furnace's materials. From the current situation, it seems that this power furnace cannot be repaired. It is only a matter of time that the Lviv Central Temple will completely turn into a scorching purgatory.
"...Bad news," Albert informed Nina: "Mr. Castro has passed away under a sneak attack by a mole. The mole is the master of blasting [Deidara of Ashes] and the bow and arrow."
Master [Falcon Eyes Susanna]. They are also dead."
"What?! How is it possible!!" Nina's reaction was very intense: "Suzanne was my teacher. She is an upright person. How could she--"
"She is no longer her. She may have been killed by an organization long ago and then replaced by an artificial person." Albert whispered: "If you want to investigate, I have the artificial people of these two people."
Human component, I will investigate it slowly for you later. But now we have a bigger problem to solve. The power furnace of the Central Temple has been completely destroyed, and it seems impossible to repair it in the short term. What happens next?
What's the matter? Do you want to evacuate the cat?"
"Tonight's Great Hunting Festival seems to be over, but..." Nina said awkwardly: "Grandpa hasn't woken up yet. We can't move him until he wakes up. Now I rely on the artifact in my hand
Let the surrounding temperature drop enough to withstand the scorching heat of the environment, but the magic power on the artifact is limited, and I don’t know how long it can last.”
"Understood." Albert replied: "Anyway, let's deal with the heat first."
"Huh? What are you going to do?"
"To deal with this heat, naturally we must deal with the source of the heat." Albert replied.
And the "source" he mentioned was the remains of the old mountain turtle.
That thing collapsed in Lviv, but its corpse was still harming the entire city. High-heat fluid like lava poured out of the corpse in an endless stream. It was this damn fluid that caused the entire central temple to become scorching hot.
of purgatory.
"Are you serious? How are you going to deal with that guy who is as big as a mountain?" Nina asked in surprise.
"I will think of a way." Albert walked out of the power room.
His feet were wailing in a low voice, and the sizzling sound was like raw meat on a barbecue iron plate.
Strangely, he neither felt pain nor fell into anger. Even he himself did not know that the emotion of [anger] had already been paid to the abyss as a price, so he was not angry.
However, there was an extremely calm [anger] burning quietly in Albert's heart.
That is something that even the abyss cannot interfere with. It is the purest and purest emotion in the human heart, a primitive impulse. (To be continued)