"Hmm..." Quigg, who was sitting by the bed, groaned and put on his shirt.
He subconsciously touched a blood mark on his shoulder. It was a bite made by sharp teeth. Elaine bit it quite deep and showed no mercy.
"Is that enough?" Queeg asked.
"That's enough." The white lion boy lying on the bed turned his back to Queeg, and did not even turn around to look at the leopard: "All I want is your genes. Then it will be gone. It will be none of your business."
Let's go."
Queeg was stunned for a moment.
"You really don't need... service?" he asked in a low voice.
"What kind of service, you idiot." Elaine muttered, pretending not to understand.
Queeg was stunned for a while.
"...In the past, during the war." He said to himself: "Those soldiers risked their lives to fight every day. They were desperate. They were afraid. Then, they wanted comfort. They vented everything on me and made me...
Beaten to death. But I don’t hate them. They are cruel, but they suffer. Seeing that pain... I want to do something for them."
He gently put his hand on Elaine's shoulder: "You are in pain too. I want to do something for you."
"don't want……"
"If it's painful, just run away. Run away from me for the time being." Queeg continued: "I can lend you my body..."
"No!" Elaine violently swept away Queeg's hand, as if Queeg's hand was dirty: "Get away!"
"But……"
"Go away!" The angry white lion boy jumped up from the bed: "What do you want?! I don't need your sympathy! Do you think you can comfort me? With your dirty body? Who are you? You
I can never replace Leo! Get lost!"
Under Elaine's roar, Queeg shrank several times. Then he stepped away from the bed and left with the grievance: "Yes, I'm sorry. Good night..."
The moment the door closed, Queeg seemed to hear Elaine crying in the room.
Queeg himself had tears in his eyes.
"That's too much, Queeg." Bedivere, who was waiting outside the room to watch what happened, lectured: "You shouldn't meddle in such nosy matters."
"But……!"
"Elaine is very sad, but he doesn't need your help." The werewolf youth scratched his head: "Although these words coming from my mouth are not convincing, but when others don't need your help, you can unilaterally
It is also a kind of arrogance to force your [help] on others."
"But he... is in pain." The young leopard man said, "Can't you do something?"
"There's nothing you can do. If you stay away from him, you're just helping him." Bedivere pushed Queeg away: "Come on, take care of your own business first and go have a good sleep. You'll do more tomorrow.
Eat to comfort Elaine. That guy will definitely become super picky and talk super mean. But as long as you keep trying, you will always be able to satisfy him."
"Well..." Queeg replied doubtfully, and was pushed away by Bedivere.
At the same time, in the Dawn Region, in a certain room in Skid Plattney's Ark.
"It's a bit too big." Albert said, looking at the room prepared for him. The adult elephants are all ridiculously tall, so the cabins for the elephants in the ark have been adjusted (Skid
It is said that the space inside Platney's Ark can expand and contract at will, using subspace technology). This cabin is naturally terrifyingly large, and the bed is enough for five Alberts to lie on it.
"Is it big? This is just the smallest room." The Elephant Man crew member who brought Albert over said, "If you want to adjust the size of the space, we can report it to the bridge——"
"It's okay, this will be fine." Albert said, "I'm going to rest. Please wake me up when the battle starts, thank you."
"Okay, have a good dream." The elephant man turned around and wanted to leave.
"Wait a minute," the tiger man asked again, "When we go from here to Lviv, will the Ark move very fast?"
"How is that possible," the Elephant Man crew member replied: "The Ark is a large command flagship, famous for its heavy armor and super slow movement speed."
(This doesn’t seem like something worth bragging about…)
"And we have to approach Lviv quietly, so we can't stimulate those monsters to start a war in advance, right?"
"You are right." Albert scratched his head: "Okay, I have no problem, good night."
"Yeah." The other party really left this time.
After the elephant man left, Albert sat on the bed and tried to concentrate.
"Let's try it." He transformed into a large number of clones. His clones began to find a comfortable place in the room to lie down or sit cross-legged, and then fell into a state of half-asleep and half-awake, and their whole bodies became half-awake.
transparent.
Albert used the clone he created to rest instead of himself. In this way, even if his body was awake, he could have dozens or hundreds of times more sleep than ordinary people.
Of course, these clones are in an "invincible" state when they are asleep or meditating, similar to the effect of [Virtualization]. (However, it is strange that Albert himself cannot use [Virtualization].)
When the clones look like this, although any attack is ineffective against them, they cannot be moved. Albert is worried that he is on the ship and is being moved by the Ark, while the sleeping clones are unable to follow the ship.
Move together, but stay in place, pass through the wall, and then be thrown off the ship, and then float somewhere in the distance in the air, getting farther and farther away from Albert...
However, this ridiculous thing did not happen. Albert could feel that Skid Plattney's Ark was moving slowly, but his clones followed the ship smoothly and showed no signs of being left behind.
.
Now that I think about it, the earth itself is actually constantly rotating and revolving. When he used the same move before, his clone was not displaced due to the rotation of the earth. It seems that as long as the surrounding environment moves slowly enough, it will not
Something happened.
In short, Albert can already feel the fatigue in his body recovering. It seems that there is no problem with this operation.
He himself was lying on the bed planning to take a nap. He knew that tonight's battle was the final battle. Even if he was not sleepy, he wanted to save a little more energy for the final battle.
Albert's clone technique is the only and unprecedented special ability in the world. It is a special operation of [The Fourth Miracle-Kama (Destiny) Creation]. Without being affected (mainly sealing the demon)
(The influence of the bracelet), he can even transform into dozens or hundreds of clones to carry out a series of different styles of combat according to his own operating level.
But "rest" is another matter. Rest is just rest. Lying still, doing nothing, falling into a deep sleep, or falling into meditation.
Will the unprecedented special ability [Clone Technique] also undergo unexpected changes when it is used to "rest"?
If one Albert sleeps, he will have one Albert's dream; then, if dozens of Alberts sleep at the same time, will they have dozens of times more dreams?
In a daze, he found himself walking in a white mist.
At the end of the fog, a strong man sat by the campfire and warmed himself, as if he wanted to use the campfire to drive away the moisture around him.
That waiting figure somehow always makes people feel a little lonely.
"Back again, kid." Sensing Albert's approach, Castro said without emotion: "How was the result of today's hunting?"
"Nothing was found." The tiger man young man replied: "I can't see anything in this damn fog, but the prey can see me. They ran away before I even got close to see them. How could I hunt anything?"
"
"You just don't understand the method." Castro grinned and took out two skinned and roasted rabbits from behind to show off: "The key is not that you find them, but that you let them find you."
Albert thought that Castro would share one of the roasted rabbits with him, but he didn't expect that the tiger man started eating on his own, and even had to take a bite of each of the two roasted rabbits first.
He refused to give it to Albert.
"Tsk." The tiger man young man sat down and sulked.
"What? You think I will give you food?" Castro sneered: "You prepare your own food. If you can't even feed yourself, how can you be called a World of Warcraft hunter?"
"That's very well said. Didn't you grab a roasted wild boar leg from me last time. That was obviously the wild boar I hunted." Albert complained.
"Isn't that nonsense? You have to protect your own dinner. If you can't even protect your own dinner, what qualifications do you have to be called a Warcraft hunter?"
Albert covered his head, too lazy to argue with Castro.
Gu——
The angrier he became, the hungrier he became. He went out hunting for a whole day, spending so much energy, but failed to get a grain of wheat.
"Take it." Castro threw an emergency dry food bar to Albert.
"Who wants your charity?" the tiger man said stubbornly.
"You don't have to want it, but this is the compressed dry food allocated to us by the hunter organization. Strictly speaking, it's your share." Castro said, "It's up to you whether you eat your food or not."
There is no point in getting angry, you still have to fill your stomach first before you have the strength to hunt. Albert picked up the compressed dry food bar and took a bite.
It tasted terrible. It tasted like sand, and it was so hard that it almost broke the tiger man's teeth.
"Uh." He crunched and chewed hard, and finally swallowed the compressed dry food. He was afraid that this thing would scratch his stomach. No wonder Castro never eats this kind of thing. How can he be human?
food to eat.
Castro was grinning evilly on the side, probably because he was gloating after seeing Albert suffer. The guy was always serious about his words, but he could smile like this when he was mean. Albert then gave a blank look in displeasure.
The big man looked at it, turned away and continued eating.
"Speaking of which, you probably don't know that this is your graduation exam, right?" Castro said: "After you kill the target of this hunting [Misty Shadowdramon], you can graduate."
"Very good. I wish I could leave quickly and never have to see your face again." Albert snorted.
"But now it seems that you can't even feed yourself, and you're still far away from graduation." Castro sarcastically said, "So it's great, I can continue to see your stupid face.
I enjoy teasing you."
A blue vein appeared on Albert's forehead.
"How did other hunters graduate?" The tiger man young man suddenly asked: "Don't tell me, all the graduation exams for hunters are so difficult. You have to defeat a dragon beast to be considered a graduate?"
"Hunter's graduation exams are different, and naturally some are less difficult." Castro laughed and said: "But my standards are higher, I am stricter, I said you have to do this to be considered a graduate, you
This is how you have to graduate. Are you dissatisfied?"
"No, of course not..." Albert was used to his master's arrogance and was too lazy to deal with it.
"Ah," he suddenly thought of something: "No wonder giving me this difficult task counts as a graduation exam, so you don't plan to let me graduate at all? Feel lonely, old man?"
"Idiot." Castro lay down on his sleeping bag after dinner. "Who would feel lonely for a guy like you to leave? If you leave, there will be another apprentice to learn from me. I will be busy all the time."
Well. I have wasted enough time on you, why not leave your precious time to teach the next more talented trainee hunter?"
"Understood." Albert pouted: "Anyway, just kill the Mist Shadow Dragon Beast."
One day later.
"Ha, ha, ha..." Albert, who was covered in blood, dragged the huge monster's tail and slowly walked back to the camp: "What, what, old thing! You owe me a diploma!"
Castro looked at Albert, who was covered in wounds, and then at the huge dragon beast behind him that was pierced with various poisonous arrows and hit by a large number of traps and was completely maimed.
He blinked: "That's okay. You can graduate. Congratulations on officially becoming a World of Warcraft hunter, you bastard."
"Congratulations, I never have to see you again, old man Cao!" Albert also said, and he fell to the ground exhausted.
Looking at the dying Albert lying on the ground, Castro shook his head slightly: "...I don't look like you at all, but my stubborn personality is exactly the same as yours, Lily."
He thought Albert had fainted and did not hear him talking to himself. (To be continued)