It was about 10:30 in the evening, in the Dawn Region, on the outskirts of Tarruf.
Just as Albert predicted, after losing Lviv, the Warcraft hunters retreated to Tarruf and found a highland camp in the mountains and forests that was easy to defend and difficult to attack. From this height, they discovered that there was
The camp with bonfires and fortifications was naturally created effortlessly. Albert, who was driving his iron cavalry, approached the camp without much thought and found an open space to land.
"Mr. Albert!" Several Warcraft hunters recognized Albert and rushed over to help him.
"How is the situation?" The young tiger man who had just jumped off the iron horse was a little angry: "Why did Lvov fall just a day after I left? Where is President Nitro? Where is Nina?!"
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"We have all lost contact." A tiger guard captain who took the lead replied: "We can't contact them at all. The other special G-level hunters have also disappeared. Now there is chaos within the organization."
At least half of those special G-class hunters have been secretly replaced with artificial humans and betrayed the organization. Albert thought. But he didn't know whether he should tell these Warcraft hunters at this time.
"Anyway, who is commanding the hunter organization now? I want to see him." He asked anxiously.
"After we retreated, the coalition forces came to take over everything. They also sent three squadrons of people." The guard captain pointed to a large camp in the distance: "Their commander is right there."
"Understood." Albert said goodbye to the group of guards and hurried to the commander's tent. The guards in front of the tent seemed to have been waiting for Albert's arrival, and nodded at the tiger man young man.
Release.
"You're finally here." Before entering the tent, a familiar voice said from inside.
"...Dad." Albert looked at the Khajiit leader, who was also the commander-in-chief of the orc alliance, Gilbert Roble, who was standing at the table and playing with the map.
Albert's father.
"Look at you." The big tiger with black hair and white tiger stripes, who looked very tough, taught his son a lesson as soon as he came up: "You said you would participate in the [Great Hunting Festival]. You said you would get everything done.
.You said you would protect everyone. But what did you do? You just walked away for a day to attend some stupid football match, and when you came back Lviv had fallen. That is your crime.
If you want to protect something, you must stare at it intently. Even if you miss it, you may lose it. You can't even concentrate on protecting something, but you are always boasting and self-righteous. You kid has never really
Growing up, I have always been so immature."
Being taught such a severe lesson, Albert could not refute even a single word.
"So...how is the situation now?" he asked in a low voice.
"Oops. Very bad. The whole of Lviv is a monster. Your President Nitro has died, and his successor Nina has also been affected by the [Summer of Love] and turned into a monster."
Just as Albert saw in Lviv, the rabbit giant beast that exuded the light of the [Summer of Love] was indeed the monster Nina. Nina is the last successor of their family.
Becoming like that also means that the black rabbit race that can control the [Summer of Love] has perished.
...and the subsequent [Great Hunting Festival] were all finished.
"What are you going to do?" the young tiger man asked absentmindedly.
"We have asked the Turks (Elephant People) for support. They will bring [Skyd Platny's Ark] over and use the Ark's maximum firepower to level Lviv." Chief Roble replied: "This
It is both unfortunate and fortunate. As long as all the remaining monsters in Lviv are wiped out, this year's [Great Hunting Festival] will be over. There will be no more [Great Hunting Festival] in the future."
"What meow? Why meow!?"
"Because the [Great Hunting Festival] has achieved its goal." Someone said on the side, and a snow leopard girl walked in from outside the camp.
"Mother..." Albert hummed.
Yes, that girl was Albert's first love, the youngest daughter of the former leader of the Grik tribe (leopard tribe), high priest Diana. However, Diana did not choose Albert, and eventually grew up with the Roble tribe.
She got married. Now Albert still has to call her mother. This is such an embarrassing situation.
"You should already know about the [Origin]." Deanna said: "The original purpose of the [Great Hunting Festival] is to reversely detect the [Origin] hidden in the Dawn Region from the origin of the monsters.
In order to find and destroy these [original places], we can prevent the emergence of monsters from the source."
"Yes. I know." Albert nodded and said: "I also destroyed many [Origin Places] that came to me."
"Because of this." The Snow Leopard Girl replied: "The coalition believes that enough [Original Places] have been wiped out, and the number of Warcraft will be significantly reduced in the next few decades. There is no need to continue to hold more [big wars]."
[Hunting Festival]. So this year’s [Great Hunting Festival] will be the last one.”
"So you plan to destroy Lviv and even destroy the artifact [Summer of Love]..."
"It's not [destroyed], it's just [recycled]." Patriarch Roble corrected: "[Summer of Love], this artifact has a special purpose."
"...Where is Nina?" Albert asked again: "Do you plan to bomb Lviv and wipe out Nina there as well?"
"She has turned into a monster. Even if she is rescued, she cannot return to her original state." Patriarch Roble said without emotion: "There is no way around it. She is a permissible sacrifice."
"You've always been like this." The young tiger man was dissatisfied.
"Do you have a better way?" his father asked back.
Albert was speechless. He couldn't do anything. Not only did he not know how to turn Nina back into a human form, he also didn't know how to annihilate a large number of monsters entrenched in Lviv in one fell swoop. Even if he had come into contact with the truth,
Even though he is infinitely close to God, there is still something he cannot do.
"If nothing happens, go down. Join the hunters, follow the orders of the field commander, and participate in this battle." Roble, the black tiger man, ordered: "You have missed the opportunity to be a hero. Your personal hero
Doctrine will no longer be useful. Just watch from the sidelines and see how the Orc coalition resolves this crisis."
Albert muttered a few curse words in the language of the Fang Clan, then turned around and left.
"El..." Snow Leopard girl Deanna wanted to catch up.
"Don't worry about him, let him reflect on his own." Roble stopped his wife.
"The field commander is waiting for you in the camp opposite." As soon as Albert walked out of Roble's camp, the guard at the door said.
"Okay." Although he was a little dissatisfied, Albert walked to another camp on the opposite side to meet the field commander.
"I'm here to report." The young tiger man said as soon as he stepped into the camp.
"Well done." The field commander, who was maintaining his weapons in the camp, put down the long gun he had just cleaned in his hand and turned around: "I have long admired your name, Mr. Albert."
Seeing the man's face, Albert was suddenly stunned.
After a few seconds, his surprise turned into anger, and he drew his sword and rushed over: "You!"
If several guards around him hadn't put knives on Albert's neck, he would have hit the opponent's neck with the knife.
"Let me go! This guy is an android! He is impersonating my master Castro!" Albert shouted angrily, but did not want to hurt the guards.
"What are you talking about?" The tiger man who looked almost exactly like Castro, the vice president of the hunter organization, said with some confusion: "Why should I pretend to be my brother?"
"You...brother?"
"Commander Othello of the Fourth Division of the Orc Alliance, I would like to thank you for your advice." The tiger man stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to shake Albert's hand.
"Do you think I will believe your lies?" Albert said angrily: "I have been with Castro...for so many years, my master has never mentioned that he has any relatives -"
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He was about to say the word "relatives" when he suddenly remembered something.
Even a man as unsmiling and as cold as Castro had once taken out the pendant he was wearing and looked at it in front of a campfire on a dim moonlit night.
At that time, Castro probably thought that Albert was already asleep, but he didn't expect that Albert, who was pretending to sleep, secretly glanced at the photo in the pendant. In the photo, the young Castro raised his arms to show
own muscles. And a young tiger man hung his arms on Castro's arms and smiled brightly. Judging from the ages of the two in the photo, they should indeed be brothers.
"...It seems...there really is." So Albert calmed down. He began to look up and down at the division commander in front of him who called himself Othello. The guy looked almost exactly like Castro, but he did
, he is slightly thinner than Castro - or he has less muscles on his body.
"Are you really not an artificial person pretending to be him?" Albert asked still warily.
"First of all, I am not pretending to be my brother. Secondly, the news of my brother's death spread throughout the Dawn Continent last night, so there is no benefit in pretending to be him." Othello replied rationally.
"But there is still a possibility that you are an android who has infiltrated into the coalition forces."
"I have served in the coalition army for almost ten years. Your father knows me better than anyone else. If I were replaced by an android, my secret would be exposed the moment I see him again. Do you have any questions, Mr. Albert?"
?"
Albert really couldn't find any more evidence, so he sighed: "Okay. I apologize for my rudeness just now."
The guards then lowered their weapons.
"I can understand. You must love my brother Castro very much to be so excited when you see his [imposter]."
"Love? Aha! -" The young tiger man shook his head violently: "Are you kidding me! That kind of vicious and rough person who likes to beat people randomly, unreasonable and always likes to snatch food from my hand...
……of……"
Recalling the tragic situation before Castro left, Albert couldn't help but feel sad.
"That guy..." He finally choked up and finished the sentence. The word "bastard" couldn't come out of his mouth.
"Indeed." Othello seemed to have seen through Albert and nodded: "The death of your brother has also hit you hard. I don't think you are calm enough to discuss tactics normally, Mr. Albert. Either you
Go to the medical camp nearby and take a short rest. Let’s talk again in ten minutes, right?”
"I don't need it."
"You need it." The tiger man said: "You can't do anything if you lose your cool. You are just a burden to us. Please adjust your mentality."
This guy is indeed not Castro. The real Castro would not use honorifics to Albert. The real Castro had already punched Albert, who had a bag on his head.
Very "calm down".
This guy is indeed not Castro. Thinking of this, the young tiger man couldn't help but feel even sadder.
"I'll be back." He said reluctantly and walked out.
He felt like he was being kicked around like a ball. Neither his father Roble nor the field commander Othello were willing to discuss the war situation with him who was so angry.
It was obviously him (and Mutt) who destroyed one city-wide annihilation level monster after another, destroyed one [Origin Point] after another, and protected the [Great Hunting Festival] to this day.
He worked so hard but was never accepted by these people.
——Then what do his efforts count for?
Albert found a sleeping bag and lay down in the medical camp, closing himself in. (To be continued)