Boom, the entire research institute collapsed. The research institute, which was more than ten stories high, had a loose structure due to the continuous burning of the fire, and finally collapsed.
"No, Mommy," "Mom," the two orc teenagers exclaimed at the same time.
If they had not escaped from this fire scene, then Merlin, Vivian, and Lianyin might have...
There was some kind of magical excess light seeping out from the ground of the research institute, passing through the rubble, and faintly reflected in everyone's eyes.
"Well," Arthur squinted his eyes and looked at the strange light.
"Your Majesty, let me handle it, --- Kerberos," Celestial Knight Youns called.
His mount, the three-headed Cerberus, had already galloped forward. The huge Cerberus dug with its claws and easily moved the rubble away.
A huge magic circle was exposed on the ground, and in the middle of the magic circle, there was something like a cover.
"By the way, Merlin's research institute has a basement." Arthur then remembered that the three of them might have hid in the basement during the crisis.
"It's about to open," Younes said, half inquiring and half in a reminder.
The people present were prepared, and the three-headed hellhound immediately hooked its claws on the cover and dug it open.
A chill seeped out from the ground, and it was no less cold than the Ice Crystal's [Dark Blue Wave Cannon].
"Arthur," Vivian poked her head out from the basement.
"Mom," Hal immediately screamed when he saw Vivian: "It's great that you're okay, meow."
"Oh, of course I'm fine," Vivian walked over as if nothing had happened and took her son from King Arthur's hand: "Are you good, Hal?"
"Well, Hal is very good today," the leopard boy shouted.
"Where's my mommy?" Husky asked impatiently.
"She's fine, just a slight burn," Vivian said lightly.
During the whole process of speaking, Arthur's eyes fell on the blood stains on Vivian's body. Seeing that the two teenagers had finished asking, he immediately continued: "Vivian, your blood stains are—— --＂
"Don't worry, this is not my blood," the succubus said with an extremely relaxed expression. The blood on her body didn't seem to be stained because anyone was injured.
"What on earth is going on?" Then King Arthur became even more confused.
"Oh, you all come along, it will be easier to explain this way," Vivian hugged her son and walked to the basement again.
Arthur and others looked at each other and followed with great doubts.
"Wow," Husky said as soon as he stepped into the basement, he immediately felt a chill penetrate his body.
"We were surrounded by fire. We had no choice but to hide in the basement and use magic to lower the temperature here," Vivian said as she walked down the stairs to the basement. "And there is also a magic shield protecting us. It is actually very safe here." ,"
Arthur looked at the magic formations on the ceiling of the basement. Indeed, there were some top magicians here. The protective magic they cast could not be penetrated by even a little fire.
"But..." Arthur couldn't help but frowned: "Since you know you want to escape, why don't you just use teleportation to escape? Why do you have to hide in a basement like this?"
"Ah, if it's just me, Merlin, and Lianyin, it would be very easy to escape using teleportation." Vivian walked to the basement door and opened it gently: "We are not escaping, we are. because this------"
The vast basement is surrounded by soft lights and cold ice fog, like a fairyland.
In this "wonderland", a group of people are taking refuge.
In addition to the permanent staff and guards of the institute, a group of orcs is particularly conspicuous.
Or in other words, a group of werewolves, both male and female, wearing servants' clothes.
This group of werewolves are actually descendants of the Esquimo tribe, and there are only a few dozen remaining Esquimo tribesmen.
Seven years ago, when King Arthur's troops attacked the fox tribe's research institute, they found these werewolves. Their condition was very bad. Their brains had been modified by the foxes. Although they were rescued from the dangerous state by surgery, But the brains of these werewolves have been damaged, leaving them with lifelong disabilities.
Their IQs are extremely low, only at the level of a six-year-old child. This group of werewolves were taken in by the great wizard Merlin and stayed in the research institute to help with some simple chores.
"Wow, it's Dad's tribe Wang," Husky shouted.
"Hasky, is it Husky?" Lianyin's voice came from the crowd. The woman rushed out and immediately hugged her son: "Hasky, just be okay."
"Mommy, you're fine," the dog-man boy also hugged his mother tightly, letting go of his heavy heart.
"Uh, I still don't understand what happened here," Arthur couldn't help but ask.
"This thing happened here," Merlin also walked out of the crowd, holding a baby in his hands.
Fluffy, like a puppy, a werewolf baby.
"It's a baby, it's so cute," the little fishman prince couldn't help shouting.
"This is...," Arthur frowned.
"It's the child of a werewolf couple who works here." Merlin touched the baby's forehead: "Unlike his parents, this child's brain has not been damaged and his intelligence is normal. If he is here, there is hope for the werewolf race." revived,"
"Really?" Arthur was stunned for half a second: "Wait, does this have anything to do with your inability to escape using teleportation?"
"Because the teleportation technique causes slight damage to the body, it is not a big problem for adults, but it is not suitable for newborn babies," Vivian explained: "So we decided to Stay and take shelter in the basement until the crisis passes,"
"That's it." King Arthur nodded: "You have done a very noble thing. You are willing to take risks for the sake of a newborn baby."
"Huhu," Vivian smiled lightly, touched Little Hal's forehead and said, "When you have your own child, you will also understand our feelings."
"Stop talking," Merlin handed the child back to the werewolves. "Now that the crisis has passed, let's leave this basement as soon as possible. The child's mother's condition is not very stable and she needs to be sent to the hospital as soon as possible."
"Then---" Constantine brought a few knights to bring the stretcher: "I will handle the situation here. Your Majesty was frightened. You can go back and rest first."
"Very good," Arthur looked at the two orc teenagers who found their mother, and then at the werewolf mother holding the baby on the stretcher: "Merlin, please give me a detailed report on this incident. The others are fine. Just disband,"
It turned out to be a false alarm.
In any case, as long as no one is injured or killed, it's good.
When Arthur walked out of the basement, he was still struggling with the mysterious phone call.
This was a premeditated terrorist attack. Whoever carried it out, King Arthur will find out one day.
but now---
Arthur looked at Lianyin and her son who came out of the basement, and his eyes fell on the dog-man boy Husky.
A blue light roared in the sky, and Knight Westad of the Round Table rushed over at this time: "Miss Lianyin, are you okay?"
"Oh, Westad," Lianyin saw the handsome knight and quickly combed her slightly disheveled hair, and wiped away the traces of blood and black smoke on her face as quickly as possible, and then said shyly Say: "We are okay, everything is fine, don't worry,"
"Your arm..." Westad looked at Lianyin's left arm sadly. There was a small wound on the arm. It was probably scratched by rubble or something when escaping.
The Knight of the Round Table immediately took out his handkerchief and bandaged the woman: "Sorry, this is all I have now. Let's disinfect and bandage it when we go back."
"Uh, thank you..." Lianyin blushed, and even the dim night couldn't hide the shyness on her face.
(A handsome knight and a lonely single mother are a perfect match.)
(With a powerful knight like Westad as an escort, those gangsters can't take advantage of Husky. This is the best thing.)
"Listen, Westad, from today on, you are responsible for protecting Lianyin, mother and son 24 hours a day, and I will hand them over to you," King Arthur ordered.
"Yes, Your Majesty," Knight Westad of the Round Table saluted King Arthur, and then escorted Lianyin and her son to his cavalry: "Then, let's take our leave first."
"Uncle Arthur, goodbye Wang," Husky waved to King Arthur and said, "I'm very happy tonight. Let's play Wang again tomorrow."
"Well," the King of Knights nodded: "We'll see you tomorrow, Husky."
The tall and handsome Knight of the Round Table took Lianyin and her son away, and his iron horse drew a long arc of light in the night sky.
"Dad, that one---" The little fishman prince also whispered a few words into his father's ear.
After listening to his son's request, Heavenly Knight Younes was a little confused: "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure, hehe," the little prince smiled mysteriously.
"Okay, I'll try my best," Younes shrugged: "But that uncle Arthur over there is notoriously evil-minded, and he may not necessarily do what his father said. You have to Be mentally prepared for rejection,"
"Ahem, I can hear what you are saying---" Arthur coughed dryly, angry veins protruding from his forehead.
"Hehehehe..." Younes smiled apologetically and touched his youngest son's head: "Calvin, say hello to His Majesty King Arthur,"
"Yes," the little fishman prince saluted decently, and said to the King of Knights in a slightly arrogant tone: "Calvin, the second prince of the Kingdom of Iceland, sends his regards to His Majesty King Arthur of Great Britain,"
"...With no courtesy," Arthur looked at this handsome little prince. Although the child looked very elegant and generous, the King of Knights always felt a little unhappy.
By the way, the image of another person appeared in front of King Arthur's eyes. It turns out that Prince Calvin is exactly the same as his brother Tristan.