Chapter 695: Fighting to the death against Bai Yin (2)
The werewolf had a special way of running in the snow, and he was demonstrating it to Albert. Al had to learn it quickly because he tied himself to the opponent with a climbing rope, and he couldn't follow Bediwell's words
, it can only hold Bedi back.
They crawled on all fours, like real beasts, running forward in the snow, one leap after another. It was not so much "running" as "jumping".
They used this special method of movement to move quickly against the wind and snow. The speed did increase, but the physical exertion was astonishing.
Of course, the werewolf Bedivere, who was refined into steel, would not feel tired at all because of such a trivial matter. It was only Albert who was tired.
Al ran for about a kilometer and was already out of breath: "Whoop, whoosh, no, I can't do it anymore! Stop, take a rest!"
"...You're so useless!" the werewolf complained, "Just hold on a little longer!"
"It's really, really impossible!"
"...Hold me." The werewolf whispered.
"What, what meow?!"
"I'll carry you! Hurry up!" Bedivere's voice was full of displeasure and impatience.
"This is too much--" Albert blushed, "I'd better hold on a little longer---"
(The squirming is really annoying.)
The werewolf ignored the opponent's protest and directly carried the tiger-man youth. Just when the tiger-man was about to struggle away, Bedivere's body became huge.
He transformed into a silver wolf about ten feet long.
"This is...the mad transformation technique?" Albert looked at Silver Wolf and sighed: "No, that's not right! This is the simultaneous superposition of [mad transformation technique] and [mad beast transformation technique]! [Crazy beast transformation]
]!?"
"Haven't you seen it before? Why are you making such a fuss?" Bedivere snorted helplessly.
In order to rescue Albert from the silver-backed snow monkey, Bedivere had already used [Beast Transformation].
Even so...
"You know that among the orcs, less than one percent of the people can use the [Crazy Transformation Technique]?!" Albert exclaimed, "You know that there are even fewer people who can use the [Crazy Transformation Technique].
Not even one part of it, meow?!"
"Did you know that there are less than ten orcs in the history of our orcs who can master both [Crazy Transformation] and [Animal Transformation] and use them at the same time?"
"Is it so rare?" Bedivere replied disapprovingly as he ran forward.
(Actually, you can also turn into a beast, idiot Al. How could you have forgotten that?)
"Who are you, Bedivere?" Albert muttered in a low voice: "Why do you have so much power? Why are you so special?"
(I'm not special.)
(I have just been fighting for survival until now. When I look back, I have become like this.)
(Living for the sake of living, what’s so special about this?)
"Al?" Bedivere was in a daze, and when he saw that Albert didn't make any more noise, he suddenly felt something bad.
He stopped and turned to look at the young tiger man on his back.
Albert was so cold that he fell asleep.
"Oh, damn!" Bedivere was startled: "You were freezing to death, why didn't you speak?!"
When Albert woke up, he found himself soaked in hot water.
Hot pool? In this wilderness?
What's even more strange is that the young tiger man knows the structure of this pool.
Under the pool is a stone with magic lines. It is this strange stone that collects photons in the environment, converts them into thermal energy, and heats the pool.
This hot water pool was the bathing pool in the backyard of Bedivere's house. Al only took a bath there once, but he still remembered it vividly.
How did the open-air bath in Bedieville’s backyard end up in a place like this?!
Just like before, in this kind of wilderness, a small wooden house and a pool appeared out of thin air. Everything was weird to the extreme!
"Don't worry." Bediwell was waiting by the pool, only soaking his feet in the water: "You're not dead yet. I summoned the [Holy Spirit---The Cabin in the Woods] before you completely froze."
.Thanks to it, you didn’t die."
"Holy Spirit?" Albert had vaguely heard this word somewhere, but his mind was now like a mess and he couldn't remember so many things.
The hot water was hot and comfortable. Albert, who was still dazed, wanted to plunge into the water and let his whole body feel the comfort brought by the hot water. But he suddenly thought that this pool of hot water was also the bath of the werewolf Bediwell.
My feet were wet, I immediately lost my mood, and even my head became clear.
He thought of the only most important thing and immediately exclaimed: "[Snow Armored God]! By the way, where is the Armored God?!"
"It's still there. It hasn't discovered us yet." Bedivere chuckled, "We are almost completely invisible in [The Cabin in the Forest]. Armor God can't see you. You kid can rest slowly and recover."
Hit the road."
"No...!" Albert endured the numbness all over his body and got up from the pool: "We...can't delay any longer! We must hurry up...capture the Armor God!"
His frozen body is not as strong as his will. Once the frozen blood circulates again, it will inevitably produce a sharp pain like a thousand needles piercing the whole body! No one can bear this severe pain!
"Woooooooooo...!" Albert twitched his body and plunged into the water again.
"Hey, hey," Bedivere looked at the tiger man's funny and sad behavior, and didn't know whether to dissuade or help.
"You look like this, even if you get to Kaishen, you can't help me." The werewolf finally chose to dissuade: "Give up, you can stay in [the cabin in the forest] to recuperate, and I will be alone."
Go deal with [Kaishen]."
"No!" Albert always behaved stubbornly in strange places, and this time too: "I want to go too! I must go! Ruf is still waiting for me, and I can't let that child wait in vain!"
At this time, Albert could only think of one scene. A scene of a young catman shivering in the cold wind, waiting for his master to return.
Thinking of this, Al felt that he had to work hard.
Seeing such a stubborn Albert, the werewolf youth sighed: "What a strange guy. He is obviously such a weak, short, powerless, and stupid person, but he always wants to fight against fate and never admits defeat."
"I know. But this is me." The young hunter said, "Even if my hands and feet are frozen and amputated, I will follow you; even if I can't help, I will die under the claws of the Snow-Armored God.
I have to challenge it too. Because Ruf is waiting for me. That kid... he believes in me."
The werewolf responded with a moment of silence. The previous contempt and ridicule towards Albert gradually disappeared from Bedivere's face.
"Al, it's great that you are still the same Al you were before." He murmured earnestly.
"What?"
"I...have a medicine that can make you feel no pain after drinking it, and you will feel more energetic. You can even fight against the God of Armor in a duel." The werewolf said hesitantly: "But the price after using it is very huge."
...Do you want to drink?"
"What's the price?" Albert asked doubtfully. Of course he wouldn't dare to drink it unless he asked clearly.
The werewolf bluntly said: "The price is... you will lose part of your memory. In other words, some things in your memory will become [never happened]."
------The price is to consume your Kama (fate).
"It's just...that's it, meow?" Albert was moved, "Bring it here and let me use it."
The werewolf frowned. He originally thought that saying that would make Albert retreat: "Are you sure? You may forget your parents...or worse, you remember your parents, but they will forget
you."
"Even so--" Al still said stubbornly: "I want to drink. Now, right away."
In desperation, Bediwell took out a bottle of red potion from his waist.
This bottle of medicine was exactly the one he drank when he was on the verge of death.
"I won't tell you what it is and how it came from." Bediwell handed the potion bottle to Albert, "Even if you know it, you will still drink it, right?"
"That's right." Albert grabbed the potion bottle.
"Just a small sip is enough. Drinking too much is useless." The werewolf was afraid that the other party would drink the medicine indiscriminately, so he hurriedly explained.
Gudu. The tiger man poured the medicine into his stomach. No more, no less, just a small sip.
His body underwent subtle changes.
Whatever you think, whatever you wish, whatever you want in your heart will come true immediately.
His frozen body suddenly no longer feared the cold.
He found that his body had become as strong as Bedivere, and the muscles in his whole body seemed to have been cultivated non-stop for decades. There was no fat at all, and they were all strong and refined muscle structures!
Although, compared to Bediwell's figure, it's still a long way off!
"What is this? A super fitness drug?!" the tiger man couldn't help but vomited.
"I want to say [yes] to you, but it's not what you imagined at all." Bedi sighed, "Let's go. The effect of the medicine is only for an hour. Within an hour, you'd better win."
[Kaishen]. Otherwise? Wait for death!"
Albert shrugged. At this point, he was in a difficult situation. He had no choice but to fight.
"I will transform and show you. However, by now, I'm afraid you already understand - after drinking that potion." Bedivere transformed into a huge silver wolf.
"I really understand...meow?" Albert was still doubtful, but his body reacted naturally and began to transform into a wild beast.
He turned into a huge white tiger in an instant. He activated the beast transformation so well, he was almost as skilled as Bedivere!
"I...I did it!? Really did it?!" He couldn't believe himself and kept exclaiming.
"Don't be surprised. Let's leave quickly. If we delay any longer, the effect of the medicine will wear off." As soon as Silver Wolf finished speaking, he rushed out.
"Wait for me!" The white tiger also hurriedly followed. In this kind of ice and snow, the visibility was only ten yards at most. If he didn't keep up with Bediville, Albert would soon lose him!
Bedivere also said that if a person gets lost in this kind of ice and snow, he will definitely die!
It may be the fear of death that is urging him, or it may be the relationship with the potion. Albert found that there was an endless stream of power pouring out of his body. Before, Bediville could not catch up with his life, but now Al can easily
Follow up. The wolf and the tiger are running fast in the cold wind, and they are quickly approaching their target!
The true face of the Snow-Armored God appeared in front of the two of them through the cold wind and snow.