A certain day of a certain year and a certain month.
"Go away!" Castro bumped his shoulder from the side and knocked Albert away. Immediately afterwards, a black dragon beast rushed over and bit Castro.
The giant beast's sharp teeth were like dozens or hundreds of daggers, easily piercing Castro's chest, abdomen, and back muscles. The tiger man's reinforced iron bones, which had been trained for a long time, were in the sharp dragon's face.
The teeth are still vulnerable.
"Hmph." The bitten monster hunter sneered: "You won't be able to escape this way."
Before the dragon beast bit his body open, he first used the sharp arrow in his hand to pierce the dragon beast's right eye, penetrate its head, and then stab it out from the back of its head.
That strike was exquisite and exquisite, nothing like the sword moves that a rough man like him could use.
That blow killed the dragon beast instantly and neatly.
The neurotoxin smeared on the sword quickly numbed the monster's nerves, causing the dragon beast that was supposed to bite tighter before death to become paralyzed at the moment of death and loosen its grip on Castro.
When Han fell, the dragon beast also tilted to one side, and the giant beast finally fell to death. The dark dragon beast that had been causing trouble for them for a long time and was causing trouble in the southern part of the Dawn Region was finally eliminated.
"Castro!" Albert then rushed over to check on his master's injury: "Oh my God, it's so serious..."
Castro, who was lying in a pool of blood, seemed to have been pierced by dozens of sharp daggers, and blood was pouring out of his body rapidly. Albert had to take out all the wound medicine and apply it to the tiger man, trying to stop it.
Blood, and at the same time, Castro was fed a nectar called "Resurrection Flower" - this drug can temporarily improve the self-healing ability of the orcs.
"Hold on, hold on, don't die!"
While Albert was giving Castro first aid, the tiger-man opened his eyes slightly and looked at the sky: "It's okay... This kind of injury can't kill anyone. I've encountered worse things... It's not even alive."
Come down."
"Shut up and save your strength, okay?" Albert applied a bandage and finally saw that the bleeding stopped.
The same night.
"I said I'm fine...leave me alone..." Castro was lying on the wool blanket, leaning against the fire, half asleep. He was feverish and repeated nonsense from time to time.
"It doesn't seem like everything is okay." The young tiger man served his master and put a wet towel on Castro's heated forehead from time to time.
"I've encountered worse things... not even——"
"You haven't survived yet." Albert interrupted, "Yes, yes, you have repeated this countless times, and I can almost recite it backwards. Are you bothered? Hurry up.
I can’t fall asleep at all, meow."
"Smelly boy..."
"Please," the tiger man begged.
"It doesn't matter..." Then, the dying Castro changed his words: "Just in case, let me tell you something..."
"I don't want to hear it, why can't you just shut up and save your energy, meow?" Albert said angrily. Castro usually doesn't talk much, but at times like this, he becomes particularly annoying.
"It may be corny for me to say this... It may be disgusting for a rough guy like me to say this... But I still have to tell you this... secret..." Castro continued, regardless of Albert's stop.
:"Do you know the secret to becoming stronger?"
The tiger man young man was stunned for a moment.
"How could I know that?"
If he had known, he would not have encountered so many misfortunes back then.
"It's love." said the big tiger man who was panting due to fever.
"You must be kidding me." Albert smacked his lips.
"Seriously." Castro said: "There is nothing in this world that is more powerful than love. You are so weak because you lack love. You don't even love yourself, let alone anyone else."
.Therefore, others will not love you. Without love, you...no matter how strong you are, there is a limit."
"Nonsense..."
"Just think I'm talking nonsense..." Castro closed his eyes, probably having finished explaining what he wanted to explain, and then he was willing to take a good rest: "But you will eventually find... no matter how the world changes...
No matter how times change...in the end...it is [love] that saves the world.
It’s always been [love].”
Due to severe injuries and fever, Castro passed out. (Finally!)
The young tiger man beside him sighed and put on the wet towel again.
Castro is usually a cold and rude person. He must have burned his brain to say such strange things.
How could Castro understand love?
And...what is love? It can't be eaten, let alone make people strong.
It's worthless.
The tiger-man young man came back to his senses from his thoughts. His iron cavalry had been driven by the remote control to fly to the deck of Skid Plattney's Ark and landed beside him.
"When will the battle begin?" he asked.
"It's still early." Field commander Othello replied: "The spies found that a large group of monsters were coming from the northeast and southwest. The commander-in-chief decided to wait for all the monsters to gather in Lviv and then catch them all. This is better than when we were attacked in the middle of the battle.
It is much better to be attacked by external monsters from both sides. The real battle will probably start in the early morning tomorrow, and it mainly depends on the movement speed of the monsters."
"That's fair." The tiger man replied, "It looks like I can go take a nap and regain my energy."
"I won't stop you." Seeing Albert turning around to leave, Othello stopped him and said, "But before you go, please tell me, brother, what happened to him in the end?"
"You really want to know?"
"Of course. I can bear it."
"...There are moles in the hunter organization, and several special G-class hunters have been replaced by androids. When Castro was trying to repair the power system of the Lviv Central Temple, the moles attacked him. Master him
...he tried to fight back despite being seriously injured, and even successfully killed two impostors of special G-class hunters. The acid in one of them exploded and bullets splashed all over him. When he left, in addition to sword and other external injuries, he was also injured.
The acid corrodes the human form..."
"I see."
"Despite this, he still died like a hero." Albert continued: "He died to protect Lviv, although everything he did has now become meaningless."
"It's not entirely meaningless. He defeated two moles in your organization and kept Lvov alive for one more day, didn't he." Othello replied: "I think he has done enough."
"Perhaps," the tiger youth said without emotion.
"My brother and I haven't seen each other for almost ten years." Othello said suddenly: "He was very angry when I said I wanted to join the army. We had a fight and almost never contacted us again. My father was also a soldier. He died tragically in
On the battlefield, the army did not recognize my father's achievements, thinking that he was just a reckless man who disobeyed orders and brought about his own destruction. Therefore, my brother hated the orc coalition. He will definitely not forgive me for joining the coalition."
"But he still misses you. There is a photo of the two of you hidden in his pendant." Albert said.
"Yeah, I know that. He still cares about me." The tiger man smiled bitterly and said: "Six years ago, I wrote a letter asking for my brother's help to bring you back from Great Britain."
"...What the hell?!"
"The commander of the coalition forces at the time, your father, was not convenient for entering the Glorious Area. In other words, it was not suitable for anyone in the coalition forces to go. So I proposed to the leader of the Roble clan to let my brother, who is a monster hunter, go there. I
At first I thought he would not agree, but he actually agreed without saying a word and even accepted you as his disciple."
"So you are the one holding the string behind my back..."
"Is there anything strange? I think that's quite a reasonable approach." Othello shrugged: "My brother seems to be very interested in you too. You, the [Diablo] who almost destroyed the entire world, are just like him."
[The Fierce Castro] is a very fitting name. I thought you would quarrel and go your separate ways. However, after I actually took you away, my brother’s response to you in his reply was just... [A man who lacks love]
Little devil, watch me fuck him well]. Ha."
Albert was silent.
"You think you indirectly killed him, don't you?" As if he could read minds, Othello said to the point: "
[If I hadn't met him in the first place, he might not have died.]
[If he had tried harder, he might not have died.]
[If you had cared more about him, he might not have died.]
——Have you ever thought about this?"
"I……"
"But these are unnecessary random thoughts." The tiger man added, "I know his temperament. He will definitely not leave with any regrets. He is an extremely strong person, unless he finds his true burial place.
So, otherwise he would never die easily... He closed his eyes under your care, right?"
Albert nodded.
"Is there any last wish that I can entrust to you?"
"He asked me to end the chaos in the Dawn Region." Albert replied: "That is, to wipe out the [Origin Point] without leaving a trace."
"That's why you are so persistent about things. I understand." Othello raised his head and looked at the night sky: "As expected. Our coalition's half-hearted consciousness, which is just to buy time, is indeed different from the consciousness of your Warcraft Hunters who want to drive out all Warcraft."
The methods are comparable. But I am a soldier, and I still have to listen to the orders of my superiors and do what I should do. As for you... you are free, just do what you think is right."
"Do you really plan to blow up the Central Temple?" Albert then confirmed again: "Your brother's body is still there. If you blow up the Central Temple, there will be nothing left of him."
"There is nothing we can do about it. It is too unrealistic to break into the Central Temple to retrieve my brother's remains." The tiger man replied.
"I can teleport in." Albert said suddenly.
"What?"
"I can teleport in, as long as I get close enough." The tiger man youth repeated: "Before I left, I hid the master's body in a secret alien space covered with red thorns on the bottom floor of the central temple. I don't know that
Where did the different space come from, but it can be used. There is a high probability that the monsters have not discovered it yet, and I have an anchor point in that place and can teleport in. The interference at the scene is still very large, so I have to be close enough to
Use teleportation. But leaving is another matter. Find his body and you can use teleportation to evacuate immediately."
"Are you willing to take such a big risk to retrieve my brother's body?" Othello said incredulously: "You obviously don't have to do this..."
"Let me do my best." Albert sighed: "You haven't seen your brother in person for at least ten years, haven't you? You deserve to see him one last time."
(Even though Castro’s body was already in that miserable state...)
"I understand." Othello also sighed: "As a field commander, I will create this opportunity for you to approach the central temple. Before the central temple is destroyed, there may only be a few minutes, or even only
It will take dozens of seconds, but there will definitely be a chance. If you can retrieve my brother's body, that would be the best. But if you can't, please promise me that you will at least escape unscathed."
"Of course," Albert replied: "Otherwise, it would be meaningless." (To be continued)