Chapter 395: Against the War in the Demon Realm IV
Chapter 395: Counterattack in the Demon Realm (4)
It turns out that when the Warg Golem emits the beam cannon, there is a small area in its mouth that cannot be covered by the protective cover. While this area allows the beam to be emitted, it also creates a loophole in the defense.
Aiming at this loophole, the spear with powerful piercing power shot directly through the beam, pierced the mouth of the warg golem, passed out of its back, and then penetrated the chest of the fox leader Leonard!
"Crack!" The fox vomited a large mouthful of blood, and the gun pushed him back. His hand left the control panel and grabbed wildly in the air.
No matter how hard he struggled, it was of no use. The foxman's heart was perfectly pierced, and his short hands could not touch the golem's control panel again.
"The Meteor Gun [Gungnir]... is actually in your hand too!" Leonard said, vomiting blood.
"Humph, this is also a cultural relic that has just been unearthed. You are lucky enough to experience its power firsthand." Tutan sneered, and now it was his turn to be proud.
"You... are lucky!" Leonard spit out another mouthful of blood and died. Without its controller, the Warg Golem fell to the ground like scrap metal.
The huge ark slowly descended and came to Bediwell. The werewolf boy looked at the Elephant Man tribe leader in front of him, Tutan sitting cross-legged, and the herbalist Pavlov on the side was busy applying medicine to Pavlov, who was severely burned on half of his body.
bandage.
"Hey, boys, what a coincidence? Are you passing by too?" Chief Tutan grabbed the long pipe with his unburned hand and smoked it.
"Master Patriarch..." Bedivere looked at the Elephant Man with complicated emotions, while Albert was even more exaggerated. He looked at Tutan with admiration on his face.
"Hmph, there is another one. Isn't this the Heavenly Knight of Pantorakon, Grand Duke Hall? Long time no see!"
Hall had just used magic to treat his leg injury. His broken right leg had grown bone and flesh again, but it was not completely connected and could not be moved. The experienced knight knew that the situation was not good, so he had to say: "Chief Tutan, you
It's just the right time. Did you hear what the fox said just now? ------We don't need to be enemies."
"I only heard that the fox was going crazy. I won't comment on how credible his words are for now." Tutan said in an ambiguous tone, "However, you did help me a lot. I can't help you."
We will investigate your illegal intrusion into our clan’s territory. Please disappear from our clan’s territory within twenty-four hours.”
Grand Duke Hall nodded: "Thank you, Patriarch, for your grace. Bediville------"
The werewolf boy turned and looked at Hall.
"The mage will recover soon. Will you follow us then?"
The werewolf boy shook his head: "No, I still have unfinished business here."
Hall smiled: "Okay. I wish you good luck, kid."
Hall looked at Albert again. The tiger boy ignored Hall at all.
The Ark almost landed at the same height as the platform Bediwell and the others were on. It was like people jumping off the Ark and walking onto the platform.
"It's really inhumane." Tutan walked down and looked at the white bears who were kept in captivity in the more than two hundred single rooms under the transparent floor of the platform.
An elephant man had broken a piece of floor and opened the passage to the pen. As soon as the floor was broken, a terrible stench came from the pen: the pen was like a real pig pen!
Chief Tutan showed a look of disgust. He knew that killing the foxes was the right choice. As he said before, the foxes had no humanity at all.
"The eyes are dull and they have been brainwashed." Pavlo looked at the white bears and said, "It's hopeless."
Bedivere thought again of his brother Papalov.
Papa was probably raised in captivity like this. He was brainwashed and turned into an idiot, then locked up in a single room like this, raised to a suitable age, and sold to the human world as a slave.
How undignified and miserable this life is!
Seeing the elephant people rescuing the white bears one by one, Bediwell couldn't help but ask: "Master Patriarch, what do you plan to do with these white bears?"
"What do you think we should do with them?" Tutan asked Bediwell, "They are not easy to feed, and the tribe does not have enough food to feed so many people."
This is the truth. The Elephants have done their best just by feeding themselves. These two hundred or so white bears who have been brainwashed into idiots are not only unable to help (they can only do simple tasks), but they also eat
Much more.
It is almost impossible to feed more than two hundred mouths. The only way is------
"Let's talk business, shall we?" Grand Duke Hall suddenly said, "I'll give you a public price of two thousand Pantorakin gold coins for a slave. For these two hundred people, that's about 400,000 gold coins. I want them all."
"
Except for Tutan, everyone present was stunned by the words of Grand Duke Hall.
"Are you serious, Grand Duke!?" Bedivere couldn't help shouting.
"Hmph, interesting deal. Do you think I will agree?" Tutan said, "Five thousand gold coins each. Not even a penny less."
"Two thousand five hundred." Hall raised the price.
"Four thousand five hundred." Tutan lowered the price.
"Three thousand." Hall raised the price again.
"Four thousand." Tutan lowered the price again.
"Five thousand," Hall continued.
"Three thousand. Hey---?!"
"Deal!" Hall said immediately.
"Ugh..." the leader of the Elephant Man clan covered his face with one hand, "Okay, three thousand gold coins is just three thousand gold coins. I'll give it to you as soon as the headcount is calculated."
(Anyway, I am making a profit out of nothing.)
"It's hard for me to transport so many slaves... let me lend you another boat." Hall said.
(Anyway, I can weaken your military strength by paying for it. You are also responsible for helping me transport the troops.)
"Okay." Tutan agreed readily.
(Send away these plague gods and let you humans worry about the next thing!)
Bedivere looked at the two men in disbelief. A few weeks ago, the two men were mortal enemies, and now they were talking about business. Unbelievable!
"Hey, someone who is not a White Bear has sneaked in here!" An Elephant Man screamed and attracted everyone's attention.
The Elephant Man brought a... Tiger Man from the captive room!
The pure white tiger man with no tiger stripes looks like a young man in his twenties. He has been completely brainwashed into an idiot. He has been kept in captivity and has been half-kneeling on the ground for many years. His back is already a little hunched, and his body has become weak.
Extremely thin.
The moment Albert saw this tiger man, he was stunned with surprise. The next second, he shouted with mixed joy and sorrow: "Brother!?"
"Ai, Ai Aier?" the young tiger man replied vaguely.
"Are you kidding me!?" Bedivere couldn't help shouting, "Didn't your brother die in the massacre in Egypt ten years ago?"
"The massacre in Egypt?" Grand Duke Hall also shouted, "Has there ever been such an event in history?"
"Of course you humans know very little about this matter." Chief Tutan said, "Pharaoh Ptolemy XXI must have done a lot of dirty tricks to cover up the fact of the massacre."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Grand Duke Hall became even more confused. "The last pharaoh in history was Ptolemy XVII. He was... a man who died hundreds of years ago! Egypt is now governed by a parliament.
How could a parliamentary system do such a cruel thing?"
Tutan and Hall's faces darkened at the same time. There seemed to be some kind of huge conspiracy behind the history of this world.
And the key to solving this mystery is right in front of them.
Everyone looked at the young tiger man. He was being hugged tightly by his younger brother Albert, shivering and shivering in the cold winter wind.