At the same time (?), Mutt, who was waiting at the village, began to feel restless.
"It's been a day and a night." He sat there, clutching his tail uneasily, and groaned: "How can a battle last so fiercely for a day and a night?"
"Isn't this kind of thing common?" Gusta, the tiger man, was busy maintaining the iron cavalry left by Eric, and said disapprovingly: "I heard Mr. Albert bragging before... No, when telling the past deeds,
They often say that they have to fight for several days or even a whole week to hunt down a monster."
"That was chasing monsters in the deep mountains and forests, yes. And he would stop to rest. It was a tug-of-war with the monsters. But the situation is different now. He continued to fight in the arena for a day and a night without rest...
…"
"This is indeed unusual, but maybe you are too worried?" Gusta put down the wrench in his hand and turned to look at the cat boy: "Haven't the rules been modified to ensure that Mr. Albert will not be here?"
Will you die in battle in the arena? No matter how you fail, you will have a chance to challenge again, that should be the case, right?"
"That's good. However, the other party is also deliberately stalling for time even though they know this rule." Mutt tilted his head: "The worst case scenario may be that they trap the stupid tiger in some way, and then
Put him in a state where he can't fight or surrender...and then drag on for a day and a night. Maybe he is suffering under the bondage of the enemy?"
"This is indeed possible," Gusta scratched his head: "How about we go over and take a look?"
"I can't enter the arena... It's true that I can go in and see it, but my memory will be erased as soon as I leave..." Mutt thought to himself: "In this case, wouldn't it be meaningless?"
"Okay, it's always okay to just ask about the situation outside the arena." Regardless of Mutt's concerns, Gusta put down his work and walked towards the arena.
Since Gusta had gone over to see the situation, Mutt had no reason not to follow him and take a look, so he sighed and followed.
When they approached the arena, they found that there was a deathly silence in the arena, and no sound of fighting could be heard at all. And the black figure representing the abyss seemed to have expected that Mutt and Gusta would be there at this time.
Come here, already waiting at the entrance of the arena.
"Excuse me, what can I do? Do you want to go into the arena to watch the battle?"
"No." Mutt asked unceremoniously: "I won't go in, but I want to know what happened inside. Stupid Tiger hasn't come back all day and night, and I didn't hear any fighting inside?"
"
"However, the fighting is still going on." The black figure replied, "I can assure you of this."
"Your guarantee means nothing." Gusta commented coldly: "The abyss is full of tricks and is not worthy of trust."
"If you don't believe me, you can enter the arena to watch the battle." The other party replied: "As long as you watch the battle, you will understand whether what I say is true or false."
"No." Mutt shook his head and changed the topic and asked, "Let me confirm one thing for you first. Under what circumstances will you confirm who wins and who loses in the arena? If the duelist still has
He is not dead, but is in a state where he is completely unable to resist, even unable to move, and has no chance of winning. Will you sentence him to defeat and let him leave the arena?"
"Yes. The premise is that it has been confirmed that he can no longer resist and there is no chance of victory." The black shadow representing the abyss replied smoothly, and the accompanying conditions were quite ambiguous.
"Including but not limited to being tied up with ropes and other props, being frozen in ice, being anesthetized by toxins, and being hypnotized to the point of being unable to move?" Mutter tried to list some examples to test the other party's tone.
"The first three are physical irresistible states. It should be no problem to directly declare the defeat." The black shadow representing the abyss then replied: "The last situation is more difficult to say. After all, hypnosis can attack people's spirits.
The spell can be broken midway. As long as the subject's willpower is strong enough, it is not impossible to break the hypnosis on its own."
"I see." Gusta asked: "So if Mr. Albert is hypnotized by his opponent in the arena, you will not care about it and let him lie on the ground unable to move until the end of a month.
Is that what you mean?"
"In principle, that's the case." The other party replied calmly: "Unless he takes the initiative to say surrender, or his life reaction is weakened to a dangerous level, we will interrupt the duel."
However, if Albert is hypnotized, it is impossible for him to voluntarily surrender from his sleep-like state. The vitality of an orc is extremely strong, and even if he lies on the ground without eating or drinking for a whole month, he will not necessarily weaken to death.
It was still quiet in the arena, and Mutt could see a beautiful but strange aurora in the sky over the arena from a distance. Based on the current situation, he was almost certain that Albert had been captured by him.
The opponent was hypnotized and was in a state unable to fight. Moreover, the cunning ancients planned to hypnotize Albert and tie him up in the arena until a month passed. They would not let Albert go easily.
Albert lost the game and left the arena.
Albert is now like a small flying insect caught in a spider's web. No matter how hard he struggles, it will not help. He will only be entangled tighter and tighter until the last moment of his life.
Mutt and Gusta looked at each other, feeling that something was wrong.
"As I said before," the black figure who spoke for the abyss said again: "You are not allowed to interfere with this game. You can go into the arena to watch the battle, and you can cheer him up, but you cannot break into the arena by any physical means.
, forcibly stop this game. You will find that the auditorium of the arena and the arena itself are two different spaces separated from each other. No matter what you do, you cannot penetrate the space barrier and enter the arena."
The situation was quite desperate. As soon as Mutt had the idea of breaking into the arena to rob people, the other party had already anticipated his plan. It seemed that it was unrealistic to forcefully break into the arena and stop the game. They could only stay away.
From a distance, I watched Albert being trapped by hypnosis, but he couldn't do anything.
No. There is really one more thing that can be done.
"You said you can cheer him up, right?" The cat boy asked tentatively: "In other words, only sound can be transmitted into the arena?"
"That's good." The black tiger shadow replied: "Originally, there are two divided spaces, and the sound should not be transmitted through them. However, the master of the abyss time world thinks that the arena should be more... lively, so that it can
It's like a coliseum. So I gave special permission. Although there won't be many people coming to watch the game. At least it's not this game."
...He said it as if someone would come to watch the next game.
"Let's go." Mutt said to Gusta, and began to walk into the arena without hesitation. He seemed to have some idea: "I have something to ask of you, Mr. Gusta."
"I hope your plan will work." Gusta said, roughly guessing Mutt's plan.
Sometime somewhere somewhere.
"Huh." Albert gasped, turned around, and lay flat on the bed. After the strenuous exercise, a faint sweaty smell enveloped him, and the smell gradually spread on the sheets, making him
The originally dry sheets gradually became damp.
"That was really... great." The dark elf girl Chanel lying next to him also gasped and chuckled: "You are really a... lively little tiger."
"I'm exhausted, and you still say it's great." The tiger man complained: "Seven times a week, at least once, you want me to be exhausted, huh?"
"What's wrong, hehe." Chanel stuck out her tongue and said with a naughty smile: "Meeting the needs of a newlywed wife is a husband's primary responsibility."
"Aren't we getting married just to satisfy you? I just want to be responsible for little Obert's affairs." Albert continued to complain: "I just don't want that child to become a little orphan without his parents."
"You just said that, but you were very happy when you did it." Chanel revealed: "Last night, I almost woke up Obert in the next room because I screamed too loudly. If the child wakes up and sees us doing it,
What should I do?"
"It was an accident yesterday. I made sure to lock the door today." Albert replied.
"What if the child is afraid of the dark and wants to sleep with us?"
"Let's talk about it then." Albert came to his wife's side after resting: "While the night is still dark, let's have another round?"
"Ghost." The dark elf girl cursed, but she did not resist. She even hugged his waist tightly, and the two of them kissed passionately.
Obert is not their biological child. Orcs and elves cannot have offspring, which is biologically impossible. The little tiger Obert is the result of an organization using some scientific method to combine the two of them.
A baby created by a combination of genetic factors. Although it has the genetic factors of Albert and Chanel, it is not completely in compliance with the wishes of the two of them. It is the crystallization of love. Despite this, Albert still and Chanel
They are married and share the responsibility of raising the child.
However, Albert never regretted it. He knew that his love for Chanel was genuine. His wife also loved him. Just knowing this was enough.
"Hurry... wake up..." While they were lingering in the clouds and rain fiercely, a faint voice came from very far away.
"Huh?" Albert hummed, and the voice sounded a bit familiar.
He suddenly felt that he did not belong here. He was obviously married to Chanel, and the family of three lived a peaceful and happy life in this warm little home, but Albert suddenly felt that all this was too dreamy.
reality.
"What's wrong?" Seeing Albert stop, Chanel asked softly.
"No, it's nothing." In order to prevent his wife from noticing the doubts in his heart, Albert put the strange feeling behind him and continued to kiss his wife.
"Quickly... wake up... come...!" However, the faint voice still came from a very far distance, and it passed into Albert's ears bit by bit, in short bursts. Even if the voice was connected together,
It's incomprehensible, illogical, meaningless and irrelevant.
(…It’s so noisy!)
He then became more passionate about Chanel. His ears were gradually filled with the sound of his wife's breathing and the creaking and shaking of the bed board, and the uneasy shout that made him was gradually covered up.
"Wake up...come on...!"
(I don’t want to hear it! Leave me alone!)
He could clearly hear it vaguely, but deliberately pretended not to hear it.
Because, as long as Albert's current happy life is enough, even if the world is about to be destroyed, he doesn't want to worry about it.