Since he couldn't sleep, Mutter asked Albert to take painkillers to fall asleep, and then he walked out of the village house and went to the backyard.
And Gusta was actually practicing in the open space in the backyard, wielding a huge bone club that he didn't know where it came from. The club should be a weapon made by Warcraft hunters using the bones of Warcraft, and it is very heavy. As for the
Why does Gusta have this kind of weapon? It is probably borrowed from Albert's weapons inventory.
"Ah, good evening, Mr. Gusta." Mutt looked at the naked upper-body, muscular tiger man: "You're still up so late?"
"Can't sleep." Gusta said with a bitter smile. Because of the heavy exercise, sweat poured out from his hair, soaking the tiger hair on his body into strands. He looked a bit slovenly (although not as slovenly as he looked).
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"In the past two days, I have seen Mr. Albert's miserable state when he was defeated. I almost have nightmares," he said.
"I'm about the same." Mutt covered his head in annoyance: "That stupid tiger didn't even know how badly he was beaten, but he still went to die day after day... No, it's not right to be beaten... It's not right either, uh,
Forget it, don’t worry about it."
He quickly changed the topic: "Why is Mr. Gusta practicing, um, swinging the bat so late at night when he can't sleep? Is this for combat training?"
"No, it's just to train the muscles of the upper body. Think of it as heavy training." The tiger man stopped for a moment and rubbed his shoulders: "Look, when you are an American football forward, don't you need to have a head-on collision with the opponent? At this time, you must
What is used is the strength of the waist and upper limbs, and the stability of the lower body is also very important. Using this heavy mallet for swing practice seems to be able to train the muscles in these parts, so I asked Mr. Albert
I borrowed a weapon to practice."
"Are you still thinking about American football at this time?" Mutter also smiled bitterly: "Obviously the Sphinx team has been disbanded..."
"So what?" Gusta replied: "I don't intend to give up this sport so simply. Just because the Sphinx team is disbanded, it doesn't mean that I can't join other teams. We will stand again one day.
Playing on the court."
Mutt was silent for a few seconds. The end of the American Football Super Cup seemed like it happened yesterday. The long Super Cup was full of joy of gain, but also filled with sadness of loss. Sandstorm Sphinx
After all, we still won the championship trophy of the event, but at the same time, the team finally ushered in the disbandment. The partners who played together at the beginning have gone their separate ways. When will the day of playing together again come back? Or, in other words,
Never again?
When Gusta stopped practicing his swing, Mutt looked at Gusta's swollen chest muscles on his upper body and his slightly fat lower abdomen, where the muscles were looming under the fat cover. He couldn't help blushing and looking away.
"Don't practice for too long, it's not good for your health." The cat boy said, "Besides, Mr. Gusta's sweat smells so bad, why don't you go take a shower?"
"I'll go practice for a while longer." Gusta raised his arm and sniffed: "Is it really that smelly? I've obviously washed it once, and the sweat only came out after that..."
"It's just rhetoric!" Mutt said with a blush, "Okay, I don't care about you anymore, good night!"
"Wait a minute," Gusta stopped him when he saw Mutt trying to run away: "There is a serious problem."
"What?"
"A change of clothes." Gusta said: "After fighting all the way during this period, Mr. Albert's clothes are all in tatters. They are so rotten that they can't be repaired. Several pieces have been thrown away. They can be replaced.
There are only two or three pieces of clothing left. If he continues to challenge the ancient champions every day, and every time he comes back, his clothes will be cut into pieces, and he will have nothing to wear in a few days. What's next?
How long has it been... almost three weeks? Do you want him to challenge the ancients wearing only his underpants? "
"Isn't that bad?" Mutt was still a little angry about this matter: "He wouldn't listen to the advice anyway."
"What if even his underwear is broken in the battle? Do you want him to fight with all his strength?" Gusta smiled helplessly.
"I don't care, it's his own choice." The cat boy was furious.
"And the stock of painkillers is running low. It can only last for a week at best. After that, he won't even be able to use painkillers, and he can only endure the phantom pain that feels like his whole body is being torn apart..." Gus
Ta continued to mutter.
Mutt was silent for a few more seconds.
"I don't know if this is too much to ask, but how about... you negotiate with the people in the abyss and ask them to prepare Mr. Albert's replacement clothes and painkillers? With their vast magical powers, they should be able to do it.
Are you there?"
"I don't know, I'll ask tomorrow." Mutt hummed: "Actually, if the stupid tiger acted according to our predetermined plan, there would be no such trouble at all."
"But he refuses to listen." The tiger man said: "The key to the plan still lies with Mr. Albert. In the end, he still has to be willing for this plan to be implemented smoothly. If he is not willing, we will take him
There is nothing we can do."
"Does he really plan to defeat the last ancient warrior, and then make a deal with the Abyss to sacrifice himself to save the world?" Mutt expressed his most worrying thoughts: "It's okay not to do this.
There are obviously other solutions..."
"Now he is probably just feeling angry and doesn't want to admit defeat. He doesn't want to see himself lose to that Hercules so easily." Gusta shook his head and said: "Maybe after he has been defeated a few more times, he will realize that there is no point in doing so.
Will you know to stop?"
"With his bad temper..." Mutt muttered.
"In any case, with his current strength, it is really difficult to defeat the last ancient champion. Maybe we should be lucky. As long as he continues to be stuck at this stage, our plan will not be affected. At least not for the time being."
"With such a big gap in strength, there's no need to worry about letting him win by chance...right?"
"That's it." Gusta showed a dumbfounded expression.
Mutt also showed a dumbfounded expression.
"However, every time he is defeated, it is too uncomfortable to help him [collect the body]." Gusta added: "Don't go next time, I will be responsible for cleaning up. You are too close to him, you see him again and again
The tragic situation of dying will only make it more painful."
"No." Mutt was very calm: "I have to be there. From his injured state, we can analyze the opponent's usual weapons and fighting methods to some extent. Maybe this analysis can come in handy in the future."
"So you had plans to help Mr. Albert win the duel..."
"I want to help him get hurt as little as possible." Mutt corrected.
"What a beautiful bond." A voice suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two.
"Who!?" Mutt said in shock. At first, he thought it was the black shadow representing the abyss that was approaching quietly, which startled him. Logically speaking, it is impossible for a creature in the abyss to go unnoticed by Mutt.
The one who is closer, because Mut also belongs to the abyss partially and can detect the existence of abyssal creatures.
However, what appeared in the corner of the village house was not the black tiger shadow representing the abyss, but——
Hercules the All-Seeing One!
The moment Mutt saw the ancient warrior, he jumped up and was frightened. Gusta subconsciously ran to Mutt and raised the giant mallet in his hand, as if he wanted to protect Mutt.
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"Put down your weapons." The ancient warrior said: "This is meaningless. The areas outside the arena are non-combat areas. Whether you attack me or my attack power, all attacks will be destroyed the moment they hit.
It will be stagnant and cannot hit anyone. I am not here to fight with you, just to talk about something privately."
Gusta looked at the steel wolf in front of him with horrified and confused eyes.
"Or do you really think you have a chance to defeat me?" Hercules snorted and said, "What makes you have such an illusion, child?"
"...Put down your weapons, Mr. Gusta." Mutt was the first to calm down: "Let's first listen to what Mr. Hercules has to say."
Although he was very reluctant, the tiger man still put down the mallet in his hand. And he knew very well that even Albert was easily killed by the ancient warrior in front of him (although he did not die), he Gusta
I'm afraid I will be killed by my opponent in an instant, as long as the opponent has this intention.
"But if you want to talk to Mr. Albert, he is taking painkillers and sleeping." Mutt added: "It is not a commendable thing to disturb your opponent's rest."
"It's okay. I'm not here to talk to him. I'm here to talk to you, kitten." Hercules said, "Come with me. It's best to find a place where you won't be affected by others and talk alone."
What he meant was that Gusta was in the way.
The tiger man turned his head and looked at Mutt uneasily, not trusting to let Mutt face Hercules alone. Although it was said that there was a non-combat area outside the arena, and Hercules could not attack Mutt. But without fighting, he would
There are still many ways to make Mutt suffer.
"It's okay...I'll come as soon as I go." The cat boy said boldly: "I'm just a nobody, there's no point in him harming me. And I believe that the great ancient warrior champion, the elite of the creator race, should not
He does boring things like bullying the weak."
"You really know how to speak." Iron Wolf snorted. It could even be said to be a compliment to Mutt.
"The house over there is empty, let's talk there." Mutt pointed to another village house in the distance: "I can even make you some tea or something."
"My body does not need food or drink." Hercules said, and followed Mutt away.
Although he was uneasy, Gusta couldn't do anything to help him and could only watch Mutt and Hercules leave.
"Please take a seat." After Mutter tidied up the living room of the village house a little, he moved in a chair.
However, the tall and metallic Wolf of Steel sat on the floor, as if this would make him more comfortable.
"I'll get straight to the point." The ancient warrior said: "It seems that you will never be able to defeat me in the arena within a month. But in fact, I don't intend to defeat you. I think we should cooperate to create a win-free and win-free arena."
A situation of not losing."
Mutt showed an incredible expression. He couldn't even believe that such words would come from the mouth of the champion of the ancient warriors.
"What do you mean? What do you want to do?"
"You may not believe it, but I am your companion." Iron Wolf smiled and said: "I not only want to protect my people, but also want to protect your world. Only by maintaining a situation of neither winning nor losing,
This is possible. I don't want anyone to get hurt.
——The creator race, the all-seeing Hercules, wants world peace."