Even though he saw Bedivere's face turned blue, Albert still said calmly: "Bedivere, watch carefully. The [Blood Festival] is about to begin."
Sure enough, the guards let go of the ropes that held the human prisoners of war away, while also opening the porcupine's cage. The guards opened the fence door and escaped from the pit, leaving only the dozen prisoners of war and the huge porcupine face to face.
Fight to the death.
"Is it necessary for you to do this?" Bedivere has hunted these monsters in the Underdark and knows how terrifying the monsters are. He also knows that these unarmed humans can only be slaughtered in front of the monsters.
"I don't like what the tribesmen do either." Albert muttered, "But what the tribesmen do is at least fair. We don't have any extra food to feed these prisoners of war."
If they can survive the bloody ceremony and kill the porcupine, we will let them go, saving us the effort of killing the monsters ourselves; otherwise, we can only let them become food for the monsters to fatten them up.
."
The monsters that have been fattened with human lives will be slaughtered and eventually become important meat and enter the stomachs of the beasts. This is equivalent to indirectly eating humans.
"The porcupine has been raised big enough. It is estimated that after today's festival is over, it can be killed and eaten." Albert said, "Bediville, how can you eat such pork?"
?"
Yes, this is tantamount to inviting Bedivere to eat human flesh indirectly.
Bedivere looked at the porcupine. It had already killed three prisoners of war in an instant, torn them into pieces and devoured them all. The remaining prisoners of war fled in panic, but because of the obstacles of deep pits and fences, how could they escape?
It's impossible to escape.
After the porcupine finished its meal, it immediately opened its red eyes and continued to hunt the next prey. It stared at another soldier with a thin face.
When the soldier knew that he was being targeted by the incarnation of death, he was immediately frightened. The porcupine had already rushed towards him. It was like a giant mountain thirty feet high. If it ran over it, his flesh and blood would be bloody. The soldier had no time to panic, and he rolled over.
Dodge, hoping to survive for one more second.
Bump! The porcupine jumped out of the air and hit the sharp wall of the fence. His head was bruised and bloody. At the same time, it also knocked out a big hole in the wooden fence, exposing the earth wall behind it!
Warcraft will not die because of this. Warcraft's regeneration ability is very powerful, and its almost smashed head has begun to heal!
The prisoner of war who was chased by the porcupine became even more panicked. He screamed and ran towards the other prisoner of war. I don’t know what he was thinking. He probably wanted to recruit another person to fight the porcupine with him to distract the porcupine.
attention?
The monster had finished regenerating and was roaring and chasing after him. The prisoner of war had just approached another companion, thinking that he could get help from the other party, but he was immediately punched to the ground by his companion!
The fallen prisoner of war was immediately crushed into a pulp by the porcupine! The porcupine stopped for a few bites to eat up the man's flesh and blood, and then immediately went after another prisoner of war!
"Ugh..." Bediwell couldn't stand it anymore, and his throat was full of the urge to vomit. But Albert had already ducked behind Bedi, holding the werewolf boy's neck with one hand and holding it tightly with the other.
The werewolf's waist and abdomen forced the werewolf boy to look: "Look carefully, don't run away. Take a good look at how these humans struggle at the moment before death. Take a good look at how despicable and ugly they are. They betray their companions and only betray their companions."
To allow myself to live a little longer."
The human who was being chased by the monster had already rushed to the side of the other person. The other prisoner of war was also running away, but he was not as fast as the human. He was finally caught up and was punched in the back by the other person and fell to the ground.
It immediately became the porcupine's food.
The porcupine finished a few bites and then continued to chase the man. The man repeated the previous behavior again, chasing another original companion, catching up with him, knocking him over, and making him become the food of the monster.
"Don't...let me go!" Bedivere begged, he really didn't want to read anymore!
"It's almost over, watch carefully!" Albert said, holding on to Bedivere desperately. The tiger boy was not thin, and it was easy to subdue the werewolf boy who was naturally much thinner.
"Ugh..." Bedivere saw that the last human prisoner, after desperately running away and no one else could be sacrificed, was finally cornered by the monster. He was forced to the fence and looked at the oncoming enemy.
The coming monster.
He made the stupidest choice: trying to climb up from the sharp wooden stakes in the fence.
Obviously, his climbing speed cannot match the running speed of a porcupine. Before he can successfully climb up, he will be smashed into a pulp and sandwiched between the porcupine head and the sharp wooden stake, leaving nothing behind.
"Albert, let me go!" Bedivere whispered.
"Don't let go. You have the responsibility to see that person's final fate." Albert continued to grab the werewolf boy with all his strength.
"I told you to let me go!" Bedivere had a seizure. He went berserk in an instant, and his huge werewolf body knocked away the tiger boy and the crowd next to him.
The giant wolf swooped down, chased up at high speed, and grabbed the tail of the monster with his remaining arm.
"Roar ah ah ah ah!" The monster was only one step away from hitting and killing the prisoner hanging on the wooden stake. It was furious and turned around to look at the monster that was pulling him hard.
The werewolf stopped the porcupine, and instantly transformed into a wild beast, turning into a huge silver wolf.
"Ouch!" The silver wolf roared at the porcupine. They were now giant beasts versus giant beasts.
The tiger boy looked at the huge silver wolf, and watched the wolf fight with the porcupine regardless of the pain. The wolf, which had its left prosthetic limb removed and could only move on three legs, was actually at an absolute disadvantage.
He could only dodge the attacks of the monsters nimbly, and no matter how much the monsters bit and collided, he could never find a breakthrough to counterattack!
However, Bedivere is very sober now. His body is controlled by reason, not the consciousness of the beast before. He acts with wit and combat experience, which is decisively different from the mindless rampage of Warcraft.
different!
The monster rolled over, and Silver Wolf jumped to the left, using its speed to dodge. The porcupine knew it had encountered a strong enemy, and quickly rolled up its body into a ball, with the needles all over its body exposed into a thorn ball!
It rolled its body and sprinted madly!
The wolf rolled to dodge again! But the spikes on the opponent's body were extremely sharp. After being stretched, the attack range was further increased. With the speed of the wolf, there was no way to completely avoid it. The spikes just made bloody gashes on Bediwell's body.
!
"Bedi..." Albert looked at the wolf in the battle, his whole body trembling involuntarily.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch..." The silver wolf didn't care about the wounds on his body, and still kept dodging. The porcupine shuttled through the deep pit like a cannonball, constantly attacking the silver wolf!
Bump! Finally, Silver Wolf was unable to dodge the monster's blow and was knocked into the air! He drew an arc in the air and fell onto the spikes of the fence!
"...Bedivere!" Albert screamed.
The wolf, who was unconscious for a moment, immediately recovered. He rolled in mid-air, changed his landing posture, and cleverly grabbed with three legs. He actually used his claws to catch the gap between the wooden stakes and fixed himself to the fence in the air.
It's like walking on a wall!
The porcupine also turned to the fence, slowed down to avoid hitting those sharp wooden stakes, and returned to its original state.
The silver wolf was waiting for this moment. He struck down like a white thunderbolt and rushed in front of the monster in an instant. Before the monster could react, he had already bitten the porcupine and took it straight to the porcupine's throat!
Click! People present could clearly hear the sound of the Warcraft's throat being bitten, because the venue became extremely quiet from the moment the Silver Wolf came on the stage!
Bang! Another sound, and the silver wolf directly bit off a piece of meat from the monster's throat! All the trachea and blood vessels were bitten off, and the huge monster spurted out a large amount of blood from its throat, killing it immediately!
"Ha, ha, ha, ha..." Bedivere resisted the urge to vomit and returned to his original form. He looked at the corpse of the huge monster in front of him with a sad look on his face: "I'm sorry...
...If I don’t kill you, that human will------"
"Strange, monster!!" The prisoner of war was still hanging on the fence, and he realized it at this time. He was panicked and wanted to climb up the fence as quickly as possible, but he lost his footing and fell from the fence, falling on a sharp wooden stake.
, was pierced through the whole body by wooden stakes and died!
Bedivere looked at this turn of events in surprise. He almost risked his life to save this human being, but this human being actually hit himself on the fence and died so easily!
All of this has become meaningless! Just like his action of lobbying the patriarchs this time, it is completely meaningless!
In the end, he still couldn't do anything, couldn't save anyone, and everything he did was in vain.
Bediwell, who was about to collapse mentally, knelt on the ground and was at a loss. He wanted to cry, but he didn't know why he should cry.
(If it were Arthur, what would he do? No, I can’t think of it. There is no solution.)
"Bedieville..."
The werewolf boy looked up at Albert, who was standing in front of him, shivering.
"...Tell me, what should I do?" the werewolf boy begged, trying to get an answer from the other party.
Before he could finish speaking, his vision went dark - blood loss caused him to fall into a coma.