Chapter 2911: Darkness That Can't Be Inquired (15)

Meanwhile (?), Dawn, Elaine's room.
"Hmm ..." Quig groaned beside the bed and put on her coat.
He touched a blood mark on his shoulder subconsciously. It was a bite from a sharp tooth, and Elaine bit it quite deep, without mercy.
"That's enough?" Quig asked.
"Enough." The white lion boy lying on the bed with his back to Quaig, didn't even turn around and looked at the leopard: "All I want is your genes. Then there's nothing about you. Let's go. "
Quig froze for a moment.
"I really don't need ... service?" He whispered.
"What service, white, idiot," Elaine snorted, pretending not to understand.
Quigg then froze for a while.
"... Before, during the war." He said to himself: "Those soldiers, dare to fight every day. They are desperate. They are scared. Then they want to console. They vent everything on me and treat me ... Half-dead. But I don't hate them. They are cruel, but they are in pain. Seeing that pain ... I want to do something for them. "
He put his hand lightly on Elaine's shoulder: "You too, it's painful. I want to do something for you."
"Don't ..."
"If it's painful, run away. From me, run away for a while." Quaig continued, "I can lend my body ... to you."
"No!" Elaine swept away Quigg's hand, as if Quigg's hand was dirty: "Go away!"
"but……"
"Get off!" The angry white lion boy jumped up from the bed: "What do you want ?! I don't need your sympathy! Do you think you can comfort me? Use your dirty body? What are you? You You can never replace Leo! Get out! "
In Elaine's roar, Quigther flinched several times. Then he stepped back from the bed, and left with a grievance: "Sorry, sorry. Good night ..."
The moment the door closed, Quiege seemed to be able to hear Elaine crying in the room.
Quig himself was also tearful.
"Excessive, Quaig." Beddyville, who had been watching the change outside the room, taught: "You shouldn't care about such gossip."
"but……!"
"Elaine is very sad, but he doesn't need your help." The werewolf young man scratched his head: "Although this word is not convincing, but when others don't need your help, unilaterally It's also arrogant to force your [help] into someone. "
"But he was ... painful." The Leopard youth said, "Can't do something?"
"You can't do anything. You stay away from him just to help him." Beddyville pushed Quiege away. "Come on, take care of your own business first, go to sleep well. Do more tomorrow Eat to comfort Elaine. That guy will definitely become super picky and talk harshly. But as long as he keeps trying, he will always be satisfied. "
"Hmm ..." Quig replied doubtfully, and was pushed away by Bedyville.
At the same time, in the area of ​​dawn, in a room in Skid Plattney's Ark.
"It's a bit oversized," Albert said, looking at the room he had prepared for him. Adult elephants are extremely tall, so the cabins for elephants in the ark are adjusted (the space in Skid Platney's ark is said to be able to expand and shrink at will, using subspace technology). The cabin was naturally too scary, and the bed was enough for five Alberts.
"Is it big? This is just the smallest room." The elephantman crew who brought Albert said, "If you want to adjust the space, we can report to the bridge-"
"It's okay, this is fine." Albert said, "I'm going to rest. Please wake me up after the battle, thank you."
"Okay, have a good dream." The elephant turned and wanted to leave.
"Wait," the Tiger Man asked again, "when passing Lviv from here, will the ark move quickly?"
"How is that possible," then the Xiangren crew answered: "The ark is a large command flagship, known for its heavy armor and ultra-slow moving speed."
(This doesn't seem to be something to brag about ...)
"And we also have to approach Lviv quietly, can't stimulate those Warcraft to start the war in advance, don't we?"
"You're right." Albert shoved his head. "Okay, I'm fine, good night."
"Uh-huh." The other party really left this time.
After the elephant went away, Albert sat on the bed and tried to concentrate.
"Come and try it." He made a lot of clones. His avatars started to find a comfortable place in the room to lie down or sit cross-legged, and then fell into a state of half asleep and half awake, his body became translucent.
Albert replaced himself with a changed avatar to rest, so that even if his body was awake, he could have a sleep effect several hundred times more than ordinary people.
Of course, these avatars are "invincible" when they fall asleep or in meditation, similar to the effect of activating [blurred]. (Strangely, however, Albert does not need [blur].)
When the avatars look like this, although any attacks are not effective against them, they cannot be moved. Albert was worried that he was carried by the ark on the boat while the sleeping avatars were not able to move with the boat, but stayed in place, penetrated the wall, then was dropped off the boat and floated in the distance Somewhere in the air, farther and farther from Albert ...
However, this absurd thing did not happen. Albert could feel the Skid Plattney's ark moving slowly, but his avatars followed the ship smoothly and showed no sign of being left.
Now think about it, in fact, the earth itself is constantly rotating and orbiting. When using the same moves before, his avatar was not displaced by the rotation of the earth. It seems that as long as the surrounding environment moves slowly enough, nothing will happen.
auzw.com In short, Albert can already feel his fatigue recovering. It seems that this operation is no problem.
He himself was lying in bed and going to take a nap. He knew the battle tonight was the final battle. Even if he is not sleepy, he wants to save a little more energy for the final battle.
Albert's avatar is the only one in the world with no special ability. It is a special operation of the [Fourth Miracle—Kama (Fate) Creation]. Without being affected (mainly the effect of the magic bracelet), he can even transform into several hundreds of avatars, and carry out a series of different styles of combat according to his own level of operation.
But "rest" is another matter. Rest is just rest. Lie still, do nothing, fall asleep, or fall into meditation.
Originally, there was a special ability [availability] of the ancients. When it is used for "rest", will it ever change unexpectedly?
If we say that one Albert sleeps, he will have an Albert dream; then, if dozens of Alberts sleep at the same time, will they have dozens of times more dreams?
Strange, he found himself walking in a white mist.
At the end of the fog, a strong man sat by the campfire and grilled it, as if trying to use the campfire to remove the surrounding moisture.
That waiting figure, somehow, always makes people feel a little lonely.
"Here it is again, boy." Celo said, feeling Albert's approach, "how did the hunt today turn out?"
"Nothing." The Tiger Man replied: "In this fog, I can't see any meows, but prey can see me. Before I got close to seeing them, they fled first. How can I meow to hunt something? "
"You don't know how." Castro grinned, taking out two peeled and roasted rabbits from behind to show off: "The key is not to find them, but to let them find you."
Albert thought that Castro would share one of the roasted hares with him, but he didn't expect that the Tiger-Man had eaten it by himself, but it was so bad that he bite each of the two roasted rabbits first. Refused to feed Albert.
"Yeah." The Tiger Man sat down and was sulking.
"What? Do you think I'll give you something?" Castro sneered: "I prepare my own meals. I can't even feed myself, so what else is called a Warcraft Hunter?"
"Good to say, you didn't grab a roasted wild boar leg from me last time either. That was obviously a wild boar I hunted." Albert spit out.
"Isn't that nonsense. I can protect my own dinner. I can't even protect my own dinner. What qualifications are called Warcraft Hunters."
Albert covered his head, too lazy to discuss with Castro.
Goo--
The more angry you are, the hungry your stomach becomes. He ran out hunting all day, exhausted so much physical energy, but did not enter the grain.
"Take it." Castro threw Elbert a dry grain stick for emergency use.
"Who wants your alms," said the Tiger Man stubbornly.
"You don't have to, but this is the compressed dry food that the hunter's organization has given us. Strictly speaking, it's yours." Castro said, "It depends on you whether you eat or not.
Gambling doesn't make sense, you still have to fill your stomach before you have the strength to hunt. Albert picked up the compressed dry grain stick and took a bite.
Super ugly. The taste of the sand, and it's hard, almost did not bite the tiger teeth of the tiger man.
"Eh." He creaked and chewed hard, and finally swallowed the compressed dry food, still afraid that it would scratch his stomach. No wonder Castro never eats this kind of thing, where is the food that people eat.
Castro laughed aside, presumably seeing Albert suffering and gloating. That guy is always sneer, but when he breaks his heart, he can laugh so badly. Albert then unhappyly turned his back on the Tiger and turned to eat.
"After all, you probably don't know that this is your graduation exam, right?" Castro said, "After killing the hunting target [Mist Shadow Dragon Beast], you can graduate."
"Very well. I can't wait to go quickly, never to see your fellow face again." Albert snorted.
"But now it seems that you can't even feed yourself, and you're still far away from graduation." Castro ruthlessly retorted: "So great, I can still see your stupid face It's fun to trick you. "
There was a blue vein in Albert's forehead.
"How did other hunters graduate from meow?" The Tiger Man suddenly asked: "Don't tell me, the hunter's graduation exams are all very difficult to meow. You need to defeat a dragon beast to be considered a graduate?"
"Hunter's graduation exams are different, and naturally they are more difficult." Castro sneered. "But my standards are higher and I am stricter. I said that you must be like this to graduate, you You have to graduate like this. Is there anything you are not satisfied with? "
"No, of course not ..." Albert was accustomed to the brutality of his master and was too lazy to deal with it.
"Ah," he suddenly thought of: "No wonder that this difficult task for meow is counted as a graduation exam, so you don't plan to let me graduate at all? Feeling lonely meow, old thing?"
"White. Idiot." Castro lay down on his sleeping bag after dinner. "Who will feel lonely for the departure of such a guy like you. You leave and the next apprentice comes to learn from me, I'm busy. Well, I have wasted enough time on you, why not leave precious time to teach the next more talented trainee hunter? "
"I see." Albert shouted, "It's all right to kill the Mist Dragon Beast."
A day later.
"Ha, ha, ha ..." Albert, covered in blood, dragged the tail of a giant monster and slowly walked back to the camp: "How, how meow-like, old thing! You owe me a diploma!"
Castro looked at Albert, who was covered in wounds, and then looked at the huge dragon beast with a lot of traps and poisonous arrows behind him.
He blinked: "Why not. You can graduate. Congratulations on your official becoming a Warcraft Hunter, dude."
"Congratulations, I don't have to see you again, old man!" Said Albert, too, and he was exhausted and fell to the ground.
Looking at Albert, who was lying on the ground dying, Castro shook his head slightly: "... it looks like you at all, but stubborn character is exactly like you, Lily."
He thought that Albert had passed out and hadn't heard him talking to himself. (To be continued)