Chapter 694: Death fight in silver (1)

Chapter 694 Deathmatch to Silver
the next morning.
Albert climbed up and found that there was one less person in the cabin - Bedieville didn't know where to go.
The young World of Warcraft hunter was shocked and thought he was betrayed. But he immediately heard the sound of a knife outside the house.
What a sharp and crisp knife. Judging from Albert's years of experience in using weapons, it is definitely a good knife. I did not expect that the savage people living in the deep mountains and mountains of Bediville actually harbor such a rare treasure!
The curious tiger climbed up and picked up a blanket and ran it outside. Just pushing the door open, the sight in front of him made him stunned.
Among the blizzards of the North, a young wolf man is practicing martial arts.
Bedyville seems to have no intersection with this piece of ice and snow, wearing only a pair of shorts, exercising in the cold wind of minus tens of degrees.
He was covered with a steel-like upper body and his fists were constantly drawn. Until then, Albert understood that the so-called "rare treasure knife" did not exist.
It sounds like a sharp blade in the air, the sound of the hobo, completely from the wolf youth's fist!
Every punch that the werewolf played was powerful and lightning-fast. It is such a fist, piercing the air, tearing time and space, and making an unimaginable crisp sound!
Albert made his dynamic vision to the extreme, and barely saw the trajectory of the young wolves. The tiger's dynamic vision is ten times better than that of humans, but it still looks very hard!
That fist, I am afraid it has surpassed the speed of sound!
"My God!" The tiger youth could not help but exclaim.
"Hey, are you awake?" Bedieville stopped the punch. "Sorry, my morning exercise woke you up?"
"How come you are your fist is not scientific!" The tiger was a bit incoherent because of surprise.
"Don't ask me." The Werewolf youth shrugged: "Being practicing and practicing, it becomes this look."
"When you punch at that fast speed, your hands won't hurt?!"
"It hurts initially. But gradually I get used to it, it doesn't hurt." Bettiville shrugged and touched his elbow.
"Is this exercise so that you can use the magic trick?" The young hunter couldn't help but ask.
"Magic?" The werewolf's face stunned for a while. After thinking for a while, he suddenly realized and replied: "Oh, what you said is [moonlight wave]! - No, it is not magic. Although it looks very magical. similar."
He raised his left arm.
The left arm, which looks like the normal arm, gradually receded from the disguise and showed its true colors.
In the sunshine of the North, it exudes dazzling silvery luster - Bediville's left arm is actually a metal prosthetic.
It is ingeniously crafted, not like the production of this era, as if from a distant future, the product of a certain super technology.
"I only show it once. Look at it." The werewolf smiled mysteriously.
His left fingernails began to shine. Pure white light. The metal arm seems to be able to absorb photons from the air and condense on the nails - this is a mechanical arm, as long as the photon mirror is installed, this little thing can of course be done easily.
The werewolf youth stepped back and swiftly swung.
Plan and draw! ! Four vacuum light waves were shot. Like the shape of the crescent, these four terrible light waves fly out dozens of yards away, cutting the wind and snow all the way.
"Yes, it's this magic" once again saw this strange light wave, and Albert still felt incredible.
"This is not magic." Bedyville explained with annoyance, "I just wave my paws at a speed that transcends the speed of sound. When the motion of an object transcends the speed of sound, it naturally produces a lot of incredible physical phenomena. Photon ejection is also one of them."
"Unbelievable. Such a subtle attack can only be done with a high-speed punch."
"Yes, it's just a high-speed punch. This is the secret of [Moonlight Wave]." Beddyville chuckled. "If you punch at the supersonic speed, you might also be able to make a vacuum wave. Do you want to practice it?" "
"No, thank you." Albert refused to say the other. "I still want to keep my arms."
A person wields his arm at supersonic speed, which obviously has surpassed the limits of [biological] and belongs to some great [miracle].
In front of Albert, the werewolf Betdiville, apparently in a state of madness, year after year, day after day, constantly practicing the same moves, only to have the present rumors, to put themselves The body has become the perfect weapon -
What is it that makes you so desperate?
Surprised, Albert only felt a touch of sadness.
Beddyville took a bottle of red potion from his pants and took a few mouthfuls: "Go and prepare. After two hours, we will set off to chase [White Snow God]. I don't want to lose my life. If you are, equip yourself."
"What about you?" Ayr looked at Aldighly, almost naked. "Don't tell me, you are going to fight like this. Do you think that you can win the monster by streaking?"
"You don't understand." Biddyville smiled disapprovingly: "The highest state of the warrior is streaking. Streaking can make your potential burst to the limit and exert beyond imagination."
The tiger youth squinted at Brady's pants: "Please don't count my one, thank you. If you want to die under the claws of [White Snow God], I would rather wear a decent face to die. It’s too shameful."
Bedieville replied with a malicious smile, and did not put Albert's words in mind.
He will not die at all, and he will not be allowed to die.
This is a "Bediville should not exist in the world." This world does not have the fate of his "death". How can he "die" in this world?
Two hours later, Bedieville, and Albert's servant, sat on a light sled and headed for the depths of the plains of Western Siberia. After the snowball, the photon engine shot a blue light, shining and reflecting in this snow and ice.
"Are you sure your tracker is not malfunctioning?" The more he went forward, the more confused Albert said: "Because we continue to go north, we will go to the Arctic Ocean."
Bediville did not take care of the tiger youth. It is actually him who should complain.
In the troubles of Albert, the werewolf youth finally put on clothes - a thin shirt - before going out. He is not streaking at all.
However, this thin piece of clothing made him uncomfortable. Accustomed to not wearing a shirt to act in the wilderness, suddenly wearing such a coat, always feels inconvenient.
No way. In order to "death a little decent". The logic of Warcraft Hunters is really ridiculous. Have you planned to die from the beginning?
While Bedyville was laughing in the heart of the hunter's stupidity, a shadow in the distance attracted his attention.
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That thing is exactly what they are looking for!
"Stop it! Hold me steady!" The Werewolf youth stopped a sled and stopped the sled.
Huge kinetic energy also caused Albert's master and servant to slam forward, and Al Wah's slammed on the back of the werewolf youth.
"What are you doing! Suddenly braking -"
"Hey!" The werewolf jumped off the sled quickly and put the center of gravity on the ground as much as possible: "They are down! The snow is in the front five kilometers!"
"So far?" The young World of Warcraft hunter also fell to the ground like a werewolf. "But it is impossible to see us from this distance-"
"It's very dynamic, and our movements are too big to be discovered. Once the coward is discovered, we will run away and we can't catch up with our current equipment!"
The werewolf squatted on the ground and slowly crawled forward. "All come with me, slowly -"
"Don't be kidding! Want us to climb five kilometers from here?" Albert's little servant first attacked. "The length of time you don't want to mention the flowers is long. It's just five kilometers to crawl this ice sheet. We will freeze to death!"
"Will you?" Beddyville suddenly turned around and looked at the two cats behind him in confusion.
Albert stunned. That's right, with the body of the Werewolf Bediwell, crawling five kilometers on the ground in this snow and ice, there should be no problem. But Bediville certainly hasn't considered it, others don't have this strong physique!
"You know, this is absolutely impossible." Albert immediately gave up the idea of ​​giving up. "This is crazy."
"Well," the werewolf showed a distressed expression. "So, you shouldn't follow it. Don't keep up when you can't keep up, hurry up and go home."
It was an unintentional sarcasm, and the words of Bedieville were introduced into Albert's ears, but they were particularly harsh.
"Okay, okay!" The tiger gambled, "I will catch up with you. Death will die, we will hurry."
"Whering" Werewolf Bedieville suddenly showed an evil smile, so that Albert suddenly felt a bit malicious in the heart of the werewolf: "Very good, you are going to die, just you. I am not familiar with you."
(Not only unfamiliar, but never a friend.)
(You are dead, what does it have to do with me?)
"Ruff, stay here, wait for us to come back." Albert told his cat servant.
"But, master!"
"How much is the amount of warm medicine we bring?"
"This is crazy! Five kilometers yeah! Climb to Yeah!!"
Albert is very stubborn. This guy has been stubborn in some wonderful places since the beginning: "The insulation kit on my body can still be used normally, plus the warming medicine, I will be able to support it."
"Also, there are still twelve bottles." The cats trembled. Years of cooperation have allowed the cat to understand his master. He knows that once Albert becomes this state, no one can persuade.
The tiger people smiled lightly: "Very good. You keep two bottles, you save yourself, how are you? The rest I have to."
The cat boy is anxious: "Please give me more time! Collect the herbs in this snow, you will be able to deploy more warm medicine!"
"The problem is, there is no time at all." Bedyville ruthlessly interrupted the cat's words. "If you come, come, don't come, roll, don't get in the way."
Luf smashed his green cat's eyes into two small seams, watching Bediville hostilely.
"Well, Luf." Albert quickly stopped the quarrel between the two: "You will stay here. I will go with Bedieville, and that's it."
"The owner has at least two bottles of warm medicine -"
"I can't let you die, Luf." Albert stubbornly refused his servant and left two precious potions to the cat: "If you die, no one will report back to me." I didn’t want to die. I didn’t even know how to die. Later, I didn’t even know how I died. They would laugh at me. You don’t want your master to die, but you’re being teased, right, Lu. husband?"
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"Is this the legendary face of death?" Bettiville suddenly inserted a coldly.
"What are you talking about, bastard!!" The cat was furious.
"Shut up!" Ayr once again stopped the werewolf and the cat man from quarreling: "Okay, let's fix it, don't regenerate things. If Luf has a fate (Kama), let's see you."
Even with all the helplessness and disappointment, the young hunter still left with the werewolf youth, leaving only the cat boy to whisper in the snow.
"A good life is not to die." Biddiville crawled forward while scribbling.
"Yes, you can't understand this devil." Albert ignored the sarcasm of the werewolf and replied casually: "When you say [White Snow God], have you ever seen it look like it?"
"Of course I have seen, why do you ask?" The werewolf continued to crawl forward. His movements were both mechanical and scouring, and there was almost no extra energy consumption.
"Even the hunter organization has never had the information of [铠神]." The tiger youth also followed the climb, but his movements were obviously much harder, and the leather on his body also hindered his march and let him It is very difficult to climb.
In order to distract attention and make himself feel so cold and tired, he continued: "No one has ever seen the appearance of God, because all the people who have seen it look like they are dead. You are really lucky. Mr. Bedieville."
"lucky?"
"Oh, God only eats your wife and children, but does not take your life." Albert pointed out the contradiction of things.
The werewolf fell into a silence again. He still crawled mechanically and did not move at all.
"I would rather die than me." Bedieville climbed for about ten yards before whispering: "But I am not dead. I am not allowed to die, not now, not in this world."
"What?"
The wind and snow are getting bigger and bigger, and the dialogue between the two people has gradually covered the past.
"Hey!" The werewolf retired and fell to the side of Albert: "Follow me, don't go away! Lose in this snow, even if you are not attacked by blasphemy, you will die." !"
"I know!" Elbert threw a rope to the werewolf: "It's a climbing rope! Tied up! We both act together and won't lose!"
"But it also restricted my actions, very good!" Bettiville was still awkward, but he had no choice but to tie the rope to his waist: "Are you cold? Do you want to drink the insulation first?"
"No!" Ayre responded with a louder voice to resist the call of the wind and snow, "can still hold on!"
"So, run!" cried Biddeville. "In this snowstorm, you can't see us! You can't see it! - Follow me to do the action, squat down, focus on the heart. Let go, run!"