The chief house of the Leopard people is also made of wood and thatch. Although it is magnificent, the thatch on the roof can only protect against rain, not the cold. In the somewhat dark house, there is a large stove made of stones.
The blazing coal fire inside is the entire light source of the big room tonight.
"Are you here?" The person standing around the fire to keep warm was a middle-aged leopard man with brown hair. "I am Argus, the eldest son of the previous patriarch Hackett."
He deliberately said the word "big" very loudly, as if to show off his authority in front of his younger brother.
"Good evening, everyone." Another younger leopard man said, leaning against the giant pillar of the house. The only difference between him and his brother is that the spots on his brown hair are pure black (while his brother's spots are
Dark brown), "I am the second son of the former patriarch, Bugs. Silver Wolf Bewilf. You said you have something important to report to us. Please tell us quickly. I still have work to complete."
"Haha, you are talking as if you are the only busy person here?" Argus said sarcastically.
The second brother glared at his elder brother fiercely and said nothing.
The third brother, Kaos, had already sat down on the animal skin rug and leaned against the stove: "Everyone is busy. Let's keep the story short. Spend less time bickering and spend more time going back and resting."
"Of course." Kaos's two brothers did not argue anymore, but sat down together.
Bediwell also sat down with everyone. The wooden house of the Grik clan has a very hard and flat wooden floor. The carpet made of Warcraft fur did not make the floor any softer. Sitting on it made the werewolf boy's butt hurt.
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He adjusted his body, reluctantly found a more comfortable sitting position, and began to talk about what happened in the past few days. Including the conspiracy of the fox tribe leader Leonard to conquer the world, including the shady story of the massacre in Egypt ten years ago.
The three leopard-man brothers just listened quietly, sometimes nodding and sometimes frowning.
"...So," Bedivere concluded, "since this incident is not entirely human's fault, isn't it strange that we hate humans and go to war with humans because of this?"
The dry season has finally passed, and our lives will surely gradually improve. Please reconsider starting a war with humans again! Don't let innocent blood flow in vain!"
The three candidates for the clan leader looked at each other in disbelief.
"Uh, everyone?" Bedivere was bewildered by this cold scene.
"Let us think about it carefully before we speak." Boss Agos said with his cheeks, "There is currently no way to prove that what you said is true. Moreover, you are originally on the side of mankind, maybe you are using lies to drive a wedge between us and
Romani tribe (fox tribe) friendship? God knows."
"I am Albert, the son of the leader of the Fierce Fang Clan, and I guarantee that Bedivere is telling the truth." Al, the tiger boy, couldn't help but say.
"Turkic Pafu also guarantees it." Elephant herbalist Pafu also said at the side.
"Even if you say that--" said the second oldest Bugs, "and, does Patriarch Roble have a son? I really haven't heard of it--his eldest son Robert is already dead."
?"
Albert's whole body trembled as if he was stung.
"In short, we three brothers need time to discuss a result. Moreover, the clan leader has not been elected yet, so we cannot make such an important decision as a truce." Kaos stood up and said, "It's late at night, everyone, please go first
Just rest. We’ll talk about everything tomorrow.”
Bediwell nodded helplessly. What was going on with the unhurried pace of these leopards? They seemed to be just perfunctory and did not listen seriously to the werewolf boy's appeal.
The leopard people who run so fast are not always impatient. They are used to postponing questions and only give an answer after careful consideration (sophistication).
"The faster you run, the harder you fall"------This is the most common proverb among the Grik tribe.
At the same time, Arthur was teleporting back from a tombstone.
"No, this one is empty too... Damn it!" Arthur kicked the stone tablet angrily.
"Don't vent on the stone tablet." Greenville stood quietly aside, thinking carefully.
Not only is King Osel missing, but now even the Holy Spirits hidden in the seals of every tombstone in the cemetery are also missing. What on earth is going on?
"Now that things have come to a point, we have no choice but to leave Avalon first." Arthur suppressed his anger and said, "It's useless to stay here. That guy Orser also said that this place is one million square kilometers wide. He wants to
Take other Holy Spirits and hide from us, and we won't find them anywhere."
"Your body------"
"Very good, don't worry!" Arthur lied, "As long as I am strong-willed, the Holy Spirits can't corrode me at all. I won't let a few Holy Spirits rob my body!"
Greenville nodded worriedly.
The two of them groped for their way back and wandered around in the apple forest. Arthur had marked the way back, so it was easy to find the way back.
However, in order to avoid being attacked by evil spirits again, the two of them followed closely and moved forward cautiously, always paying attention to the movements above and below their feet.
After walking for almost an hour, they arrived at the original entrance. The portal consisting of two complete tree trunks suddenly appeared in front of Arthur.
"Are you sure you can go back like this?" Greenville confirmed again.
"Instead of wasting time here, why not go back and find something practical to do." Arthur said insistently, while walking over and groping for the structure of the portal, trying to find the switch of the portal.
But... nothing?!
There is nothing. This so-called portal is just two simple tree branches, and there is no switch at all.
This is different from the portal in Elison's Pure Land. The portal in Elison's Pure Land doesn't even have a switch and opens automatically when someone approaches.
Arthur thought about something. He was immediately disappointed.
"Greenville, I'm afraid we won't be able to go back for the time being."
"Wha, what?!"
"The portal needs time to recharge. It doesn't have enough energy to send us back." Arthur said disappointedly.
"But---how long do we have to wait?!"
"I don't know. I'm afraid only King Osel, who is the guide, knows." Arthur thought. They have only been here for about a week. They deal with a Holy Spirit almost every day. If everything goes well, they should have completed the task and can go back.
However, if it doesn't go well, it will drag on even longer. The ancients may have underestimated Arthur's strength and thought that the next king who came to this pure land would spend more than a week attacking the Holy Spirits.
Or maybe the portal takes more than a week to recharge. Who knows.
"Then... what should we do?" Greenville asked in confusion, "Should we go back to the cabin again? It's so late at night------"
"No!" Arthur drew out his Sword of the Holy King, "Greenvale, prepare to fight. We are surrounded."