Chapter 390 Preparing for war in the dark night (4)
In the evening, the Elephant tribe held a small-scale ceremony to celebrate Albert's coming of age and welcome the young Khajiit boy who had just turned sixteen* to join the Turkic tribe.
(*Note: Orcs are considered adults at the age of sixteen. Some clans with shorter life spans will advance this age of adulthood.)
Since the clan leader and most of the warriors were not present, the ceremony was relatively simple. After the elephant people finished dancing, the elder who presided over the ceremony said a few words in the language of the elephant people that Bediwell could not understand, and began to pick up the paint in his hand and paint it on the tiger.
Apply on the face to complete the painting.
A big blue circle was drawn on Albert's forehead, and his coming-of-age ceremony was completed.
Afterwards, everyone began to gather in a circle and celebrate around the bonfire.
A large bowl of meat was placed in front of Bediville.
"This...could it be..." Bedi looked at the bowl of meat with an ominous premonition.
"Yes, it's the meat of Hydra." Albert looked very happy, sitting next to Bediwell, holding a large bowl of meat in one hand and a bottle of liquid in the other, "Eat it, like
People have already processed this and removed the toxicity. The taste is okay."
He grabbed a piece of snake meat and ate it with relish, "It tastes even better with wine. Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot that you are not an adult yet and cannot drink."
The tiger ate and drank, with a look of joy on his face. Bedivere didn't say anything, just lowered his head and ate the meat of the Hydra. The meat was really delicious, and it was hard to imagine that it came from that kind of ferocious monster in the swamp.
body of.
The meat of Warcraft is very delicious. It is probably because they are so powerful that they have almost no natural enemies, and what they eat are creatures that have struggled to survive in this harsh natural environment. The body of the person who eats and is eaten is in this harsh nature.
Refined to an extreme level.
The creatures that struggle to survive in the Underdark are actually great and towering.
Bedi looked at the elephants in the square, among whom he knew only Papho. This taciturn elephant was difficult to talk to. Al, who was beside him, was also half drunk and started talking nonsense and talking to the elephants.
Talking a lot of nonsense in a language Bedi doesn't understand.
Bediwell, who was bored, looked at the night sky. There was still drizzle in the sky, but there were dozens of light spots in the sky.
Keeping getting closer?
That's not a star. What is that?
"Ah ha ha ha ha, Bedi, why are you in a daze all alone? Come on, come on, drink more!" Albert, who was drunk and crazy, hugged the werewolf boy and no longer remembered Bedi.
Not yet an adult, he held Bediwell's face and poured the fruit wine in his hand directly into Bediwell's mouth!
"Stop! Hey! ------" Bedi still wanted to resist, but he choked when he opened his mouth to speak. When he wanted to speak again, he couldn't help but drink a sip of wine.
Now, the problem became serious. The werewolf boy, who had never drunk alcohol in his life, felt that the strong alcohol began to explode in his throat, making him spin.
"Woo!..." Before he could resist, he was drunk by Albert.
When Bedivere woke up again, it was early morning the next day.
He was surprised to find that he was locked in a cage.
The hangover gave him a splitting headache and he thought he was seeing a vision.
However, all this is unavoidable reality.
A fox man stood in front of Bediwell, feeling proud. Of course Bedi knew this guy, he was Leonard, the leader of the fox tribe.
But the werewolf boy had no time to worry about the fox man. He looked around, looking for the tiger boy.
"No need to look for it. The white tiger has been sent to the research room for surgery. When you escaped, only half of his surgery was completed. Let us continue to complete the other half!"
Bedivere's eyes widened and he looked at the fox leader with fierce eyes: "What have you done to people?! What have you done to Al?!"
"How dare I attack people? They are all my most loyal allies!" Chief Leonard smiled evilly, his fox mouth turned up comically in the process of laughing, "I just took advantage of them to drink too much and fall asleep."
When I was drunk, I just came to get back the [property] that originally belonged to me. It’s nothing special.”
Bediwell felt sick: "Who is your property! Damn bastard! We just--"
"Haha!" The fox man unfolded a document. There was a contract printed on the thin document, which clearly said:
"I hereby acknowledge the transfer of Albert Roble to the director of the Third Research Institute of the Fox Tribe, Chief Leonard.
The transferor of property rights is Gilbert Roble."
The lower right corner of the document also clearly bears the signature of Patriarch Roble.
Bediwell was speechless. Chief Roble did [sell] his son Albert to the foxes. This document has legal effect. Even if people come here to cause trouble, they probably won't be able to defeat the cunning Leonard.
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Bedivere immediately put away his momentum and asked in a low voice: "What on earth are you going to do to Al? Why do you have to do this to him?"
"Why? Hahaha, don't look at me like this, I am a good person! He was originally a useless waste, but after my transformation, he can now become an excellent warrior!
------You should have seen it, the little brat who was originally unable to do anything, after transformation, can easily activate the beast transformation!"
Sure enough, it was no accident that Albert was able to transform into a beast. The foxes must have buried something in the body of the tiger boy to force him to become a warrior.
"If the experiment is successful, we orcs will have the absolute power to crush everything. Humans don't have to be afraid at all! Understand?" Leonard smiled grimly, and his madness made Bedivere worried for a while.
"The only side effect is that these guys are all consumables. If you transform three times, your whole body will collapse and die. But, three times is enough. There are not many people who can come back alive from the three battlefields!"
The werewolf boy took a breath of cold air and was speechless. He could only watch the fox leader leave blankly.
"Oh, by the way, your treatment will begin soon. You are really an interesting sample. I will not use your body to transform it. That would be too wasteful.------I'd rather
You dissected it, leaving only one head alive. Let’s study the other parts carefully! Hahahahahaha! ------＂
The fox laughed crazily, left Bedivere behind, and went out by himself.
"Al..." Bedivere sighed. He finally saw that Albert could grasp such a small amount of happiness, but now he saw that Al's happiness was about to fall from his fingers.
slip.
My heart aches so much. My friend’s misfortune is Bediville’s misfortune, and my friend’s sadness is Bediville’s sorrow.