"Give this... back to me?" Bediwell looked at Albert in disbelief. The tiger boy held Bedi's left arm prosthesis in his hand.
"Yesterday, when you saw me turning into that kind of thing, you still gave me my left hand. Aren't you afraid that I might suddenly get angry?"
"If you want to attack me, you have countless opportunities before." Albert smiled playfully, he was not afraid at all, "But I know you will not attack us casually. You are here for peace, right."
You won’t escape before you achieve your goal, let alone hurt anyone.”
The tiger boy Albert saw through the naive Beidiwell. Even if Bedi was given a weapon, the werewolf boy was still a harmless guy.
"Come on, I'll help you put it on." Albert said.
Bedivere took off his shirt doubtfully and watched as the other party took his prosthetic leg, inserted it into the interface on his left shoulder, twisted it, and made a clicking sound.
"Woo." The nerve was connected again, and Bedi suddenly felt a sharp pain in his arm. After the pain passed, he tried to move his left arm, opening and closing his palm a few times, and the reaction was as before, intact.
"It's such an exquisite machine. The foxes can't even take it apart to study it, haha." The tiger man looked at the silver metal prosthetic arm of the werewolf. He should have been studying this thing for many days, but he still has some feelings about this arm.
Strong interest.
"The mage made this for me. It seems to be some kind of... memory metal. In short, it is better than having no arms." Bedivere subconsciously protected his arms, as if he was afraid that Albert would pounce on him again.
Take his arm away.
The tiger man boy picked up the scone on the side and ate it in one gulp, "Come on, we are going hunting."
"Hunting monsters?"
"Yes. I've finished what I hunted last time. I'm going to hunt a big one this time." Albert grinned.
Bedivere's doubts deepened. As a prisoner, he shouldn't be trusted like this. Is he really so worthy of trust?
Ten minutes later, he and Albert, led by five or six tiger hunters, arrived at the outskirts of the city. When Albert handed the bow and arrow to Bediwell, Bediwell hesitated again.
: "Do you really believe me? Aren't you afraid that I will shoot you in the back?"
"Bedivere, didn't you ask me last night, 'Are we friends?'" Albert said, "I can't answer you directly. I can only tell you that making friends starts with trusting each other."
From the beginning. If I decide to believe you, then I will believe you from the beginning to the end.
If you really shoot a cold arrow behind my back, I will regret it later."
"Are you stupid?" Bedi stared, but he still reached for the bow and arrow.
"Maybe." Albert smiled mysteriously, "But I believe that being a [idiot] will lead a happier life than being a [smart person]."
This young tiger man sees things in a different way. He sees deeper, farther and more carefully.
At eight o'clock in the morning, it was still far from dawn in the Dark Territory, and everything was silent in the dark night. This was the darkness before dawn, the time when the monsters came out to look for food.
A monitor lizard, whose whole body was covered by black skin and almost blended into the night, was crawling on the desolate surface, trying to find some small berries to eat from the sparse bushes.
The amount of food is pitifully small, but this ten-foot-long small monster is good at absorbing the nutrients of the food to the maximum extent, and can sustain a whole day's activity even if it eats only a small amount.
Just as the monitor lizard ate the berries, the ground it was on suddenly sank, and a huge trap bullfrog swallowed the monitor lizard whole.
The trap bullfrog's mouth is full of sharp needles. Its mouth has a special structure and can use high-speed rotation to crush food instantly. In this way, it breaks the swallowed monitor lizard into minced meat and swallows it into its belly.
However, the bullfrog could not enjoy its breakfast comfortably, and was immediately decapitated by another huge dark mantis. The dark mantis's two sharp blade arms could easily cut prey, and many prey died under its knife like this.
.
However, before the dark mantis had time to eat its breakfast, it was immediately crushed to the ground by a huge black owl, and its head was instantly pecked off. The insect's red compound eyes were torn to pieces under the bird's sharp claws.
Like shards of colored glass scattered all over the floor.
The black owl was about to eat its breakfast, but was shot in the eye by an arrow. Having lost one eye, it was about to fly away, when a cold light struck and chopped off one of the black owl's wings.
It reluctantly used its other wing to sweep forward, intending to drive away the surrounding enemies for a certain distance, but it did not expect that the enemies had already thrown heavy iron chains. One pulled the black owl's left leg, and the other pulled its right leg.
Another one just happened to wrap around the wing it swept out. The three forces pulled together, and the black owl was pulled forward and fell forward involuntarily!
The werewolf boy had already rushed forward and turned into a giant beast. He tore off Dark Mantis's hand knife with one hand and lifted it up in the direction where the black owl fell! It was ten feet long and the sharp blade penetrated directly into the black owl's head. As a result, the giant mantis was killed.
Bird's life!
"Hoo, ho, ho." Bedivere took a few steps back to take a breath. Is this hunting a success? The meat of this huge black owl (although it is not very tasty) should be enough to feed the village of the Fierce Tooth Clan.
Last week.
"Well done, Bedi." Albert said, smiling as he walked over and patted the werewolf boy on the shoulder.
"You can only speak, but you won't help me!" Bedivere pretended to be annoyed, but he couldn't help but smile in his heart.
"Haha, how could I help? If there was an accident, wouldn't it be possible to lose your life?" Albert sneered. But his smile stopped instantly.
He looked at Bedivere's right arm and immediately took a few steps back tremblingly, as if he had seen a savage beast.
"Uh, what's wrong with you, Albert?" Bedivere asked in confusion.
"You...your hands..."
"Oh, this? It's just a small scratch." Bedivere waved his hand casually. There was a small wound on his hand. The wound should have been caught by the thorns of a certain monster in the melee just now.
Arrived.
Since the thorns were poisonous, the wound seemed to have not healed yet, and the blood that flowed out stained a large area of his arm, dyeing the silver wolf's silver fur bright red.
"Oh, damn------" Albert just glanced at it unconsciously and fainted immediately.
This sudden change shocked Bedivere: "What?! Albert!------"