"What is that?" Knowing that he was approaching Lviv, Mutt was originally preparing to check the situation of the [Great Hunting Festival]. What he saw from a distance was a melee involving huge ships and cannons.
There, several warships were firing with all their strength, bombarding the city of Lviv crazily. And countless creatures in the city swarmed out like ants, trying to escape from the rain of destruction. They did not escape far,
They were killed one by one by the army besieging the city, and together with the smashed minced meat of other monsters, they turned into bright red on the ground forever.
Is this a great hunting festival? No. This is a massacre.
Even if the ones being slaughtered are ferocious Warcraft, this kind of siege is too cruel. And using warships to kill Warcraft is obviously not the style of Warcraft hunters. Several of the warships don't even look like the warships that Orcs should have.
It has the symbol of the Knights of Great Britain printed on it. The monsters besieging them outside the city look like the regular army of the orcs, and they seem to belong to the orc alliance.
This is no longer a big hunting festival held by Warcraft hunters. Great Britain and the orc alliance have intervened in this "hunt". I wonder what they want to do?
"Please pay attention to the cavalry approaching the airspace of Lviv. Please pay attention to the cavalry approaching the airspace of Lviv." A message came, ringing on the cavalry driven by Gusta. It was a communication with an obvious warning: "You are approaching
Close to the coalition's combat area. Please name yourself and state your intention of arrival, otherwise we will shoot you down!"
"We are here to find someone." Knowing that the other party was not easy to mess with, Gusta, the tiger man, quickly replied: "We are friends of the Warcraft hunter Mr. Albert."
"Let me take over here." Another communication interrupted the warning communication just now, "Please transfer to the encrypted communication channel XF-517, and then use the encryption protocol we sent you to decode."
"...We're doing it, wait for me." Gusta was a little busy operating the communicator on the cavalry.
"Are you connected?" A few minutes later, the same voice came from the communicator: "What are you doing in Lviv?"
"I'm here to see Mr. Albert..." Before Gusta could speak, Mutt behind him rushed to answer. The cat-man boy still held Gusta's waist and moved forward, approaching the communicator.
.His body is too soft.
"Ah, you are the kitten that has been following that guy." The voice on the other side of the communicator said, "We met at the game."
"You are..." Mutt vaguely recognized the other party's voice: "[Iron Mask Man No. 9]?"
Of course he also knows the true identity of the legendary star [Iron Mask No. 9] - King Arthur.
But why the Knight King of Great Britain appeared in Lviv is another mystery.
"Follow the instructions and land on the deck of our designated battleship." The other party said, "I can't understand your eagerness to find someone. But Lviv is currently in a fierce battle, and you don't want to get involved."
This is also true. Gusta has been sweating at the side for a long time. He is afraid that the guys who are fighting will get jealous and shoot down their cavalry. Obviously, his cavalry does not have the equipment to compete with
His operational skills were not strong enough to avoid the powerful protective shield against the battleship's main gun. If those battleships hit him with their guns, he and Mutt behind him would be reduced to ashes.
"So stupid...where did Mr. Albert go?" When Gusta drove his cavalry towards the battleship Britannia, Mutt also asked anxiously: "How did the Great Hunting Festival become like this? Where is the hunter organization?"
Why do they agree with you bombarding Lviv like this?"
"Something happened, and they couldn't help but disagree." Iron Mask Man No. 9 replied: "The Warcraft Hunters organization is almost in a state of destruction. Their President Netero and the president's successor have been brutally murdered."
"...Nina?!" Mutt took a breath: "Nina is dead too?"
"No, she's not dead, but she has been deeply... turned into a monster. She is no longer the person she used to be. And I'm afraid she won't be able to change back."
Mutt was silent for a few seconds. Gusta's side had already landed the cavalry smoothly on the deck of one of the British battleships. Coming to "greet" them were several British knights. The leading man among the knights wore a silver-white
A half-covered mask that covered his entire face above the bridge of his nose.
"Indeed, it's you." Iron Mask Man No. 9 said as soon as he came up: "It's been a long journey. Come with us. We will arrange a place for you to rest."
"So, where is Mr. Albert?" Mutt asked anxiously.
"He's gone."
"Go, go?" Mutt suddenly stiffened: "Could he be... dead?"
"Ha, what nonsense are you talking about, you little idiot." The other party burst out with a dry laugh, but the laughter only lasted half a second: "He left Lviv. When he left, he also took a certain artifact with him, claiming that he was going to destroy the people who still exist.
At the [origin point] of the Dawn Region, we have no way of knowing where he is going."
Mutt frowned. He knew that it would be easy for people in Great Britain to really track down Albert. They must know where the stupid tiger went. But the man in the iron mask No. 9's mouth is airtight.
, I’m afraid I won’t simply reveal Albert’s whereabouts.
"Don't know?... Just don't tell me." The cat boy said, "I know where he might go."
"oh?"
"...We have to go." Mutt turned to look at Gusta, trying to ask the tiger man to drive the iron cavalry to escape from here.
"Not so fast." Iron Mask Man No. 9 said: "I know you have no ill intentions, but you have trespassed into the restricted area of the battle. It is impossible to let you go so easily."
The cat boy frowned again and asked depressedly: "So, what do you want?"
"Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you," the man in the iron mask said, "I just want you to stay here for a while, ask some questions, and complete some procedures. Then I can let you go."
"...Really? They won't illegally imprison us or anything like that?" Mutt asked tentatively.
"Bold!" The knight on the side suddenly yelled angrily: "It's because your Majesty... Mr. Iron Mask vouched for you that you have the opportunity to leave here. Don't push yourself too far!"
"Well," Iron Mask Man No. 9 stopped with a gesture, "I keep my word. You can leave after completing the formalities. It will take about twenty minutes. Before that, you can go to the cabin to rest."
"Okay." Mutt actually didn't want to stay here for a moment. He planned to leave immediately to find Albert. But it was indeed their fault for breaking into the restricted area (really?), and being detained here for twenty minutes seemed like
There's nothing wrong with that. Besides, he doesn't want to conflict with the people of Great Britain here. It would be fine if he was alone, but there is Mr. Gusta by his side. This matter may affect Mr. Gusta's future life.
?
"Come on then. I have a lot of questions to ask." Iron Mask No. 9 led the way into the battleship Britannia.
Already on the verge of death, Mutter and Gusta could only keep up.
The lounge prepared for Mutt and the others is not too small, it is even quite large. It has sofas, desks, and even various green plants. It looks quite comfortable. Iron Mask No. 9 is resting
When they sat down on the table in the middle of the room, the group of knights withdrew and stood guard outside, seemingly to prevent Mutt and Gusta from escaping.
"Then, let's start with you." Iron Mask Man No. 9 glanced at Mutt, took out a form, and scrawled something on it with a pen. His writing looked rough at first glance, but in fact it was very delicate. It was obviously
He is a martial artist but has been accustomed to clerical work for many years.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Mutt." The cat boy replied.
"Just [Mutt]?"
"Of course it's just [Mutt], what else do you think I can be?" The cat boy replied a little unhappily: "Most orcs don't have a family name. Having a family name is a privilege, usually for beasts with special origins.
Talents are there. What’s more, I was originally a slave and was later rescued by Father Sphinx. Is it normal that I don’t have a family name?”
"So, Mutt Sphinx." Man in the Iron Mask No. 9 wrote on the form.
"Wait, you can't write it like this!" Mutt said anxiously: "This is blasphemy against Father Sphinx!"
"Why not? This is just pure information, just superficial. When this matter is over, the paperwork will be useless." Iron Mask No. 9 ignored Mutt and continued writing.
"If you don't want it, you don't want it." The cat boy insisted: "You make it sound like I am the adopted son of Father Sphinx. But I am not. I... don't deserve it."
"Then what are you going to use for registration? Just [Mutt]? Isn't that too casual? There are so many people named Mutt among the orcs, so it will be difficult to designate you."
"So, um, Mutt... Talos." Mutt said casually.
"Taros..." Gusta's tiger ears twitched. The name seemed familiar.
Mutt borrowed Ruf's family name. He only learned about this surname when he met Ruf's mother when he and Albert visited Melson Stone last time. And Ruf and Mutt look alike.
Almost exactly the same. There shouldn't be any problem if he borrows someone else's family name like this, right?
"Okay, Mut Talos. Cat-human. Male. Country is Egypt. ... 15 years old? Whatever. Registered."
"Do I really look so young?" Although he knew that the other party was estimating his age, Mutt was still not happy.
"You are just a child anyway." Iron Mask Man No. 9 said: "The last thing I want to ask is. What is the purpose of your coming to Lviv?"
"Looking for stupid...Mr. Albert, didn't you say that before?"
"I know you said that. But you are just a civilian, why are you looking for him?" Iron Mask Man No. 9 stared at the cat-man boy, as if he could see through Mutt's mind: "Didn't he part ways with you? You
Why are you still following him? What will happen if you find him? Do you think you can help him?"
"I——" This question really hit the cat boy's Achilles' heel, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.
"Knowing that I can't help with anything, I still want to stay with him and give him a little support." Iron Mask Man No. 9 smiled meaningfully: "It's stupid and cool, that's what it is."
Youth——＂
Mutt's face turned red.
"That's it. Let's go." Iron Mask Man No. 9 signed the form and said.
"Uh? What about me?" Gusta was a little stunned.
"Anyway, you were implicated because you came with this child, right."
"Although that's true..." Gusta scratched his head.
"By the way, Mr. Muttalus." The Iron Masked Man persuaded again: "The Sandstorm Sphinx team has been disbanded, and there won't be any in the future, right? If you want to continue playing, it's time to switch to
I went to other clubs. My previous proposal is still valid, have you considered it?"
His proposal was naturally for Mutter to join the British Knights.
"But I'm Egyptian——"
"Nationality is easy to deal with. It's just for Great Britain to introduce players from abroad." Iron Mask No. 9 said: "You are an excellent player. As long as you agree, we will always help you with other things."
"I...think about it." Mutt stood up from his chair and prepared to leave: "Goodbye then."
"Of course, if we are destined to (Kama) again——"
Boom! Before Iron Mask Man No. 9 could finish speaking, the entire battleship was suddenly shaken violently by a burst of impact. Mutt, who had just stood up, fell to one side and almost hit the corner of the table. The Iron Mask Man reached out to hold him back.
Got him.
"...Status report! What's going on?!" Man in the Iron Mask No. 9 shouted at the communicator.
"Thorns...!" The panicked response from the crew came from the communicator: "That thorn is moving!"
"Thorns?" The man in the iron mask turned his head and looked out the window.
A huge crimson thorn ball in the center began to break away from the central temple of Lviv and float into the air. It emitted wave after wave of vacuum shock waves, distorting the surrounding atmosphere beyond recognition. The battleships fired fiercely at it.
The blast was distorted in this vacuum shock wave, turning into crooked beams falling to the ground, exploding in Lviv City. No beam cannon or light bomb could hit the weird giant ball.
The surrounding space was even more distorted. The already deep night sky was dyed with a pitch black that even starlight could not penetrate.
In the sky above the city of Lviv, something strange and unexplainable is happening. (To be continued)