Chapter 2941: The Never Returning Morning (16)

2941-Nightmare
At the same time (?), An iron ride also gradually approached Melson Stone.
"Where!" Murt found Albert's iron ride parked by the lake from a distance. He also drove the iron ride around and landed there.
"Is this ...?" Gusta came down from the iron ride and looked at the tomb beside the crystal. The crystal tombstone glowed with ice blue shimmer under the night, which was particularly conspicuous in this night with only the light of the stars and moon. The tombstone is crescent-shaped and extends from the middle to the outside. It is composed of ice blue crystals that grow from the ground, as if minerals are extracted from the soil and crystallized.
In front of that tomb, there was a bouquet of flowers lying quietly.
"He came to worship." Mut said: "Would you come to worship at such a time ... would really choose the timing."
"This is the tomb of Mr. Ruf?"
"Well." Murt hummed. "We finally deceived the Leopards of the Glick tribe and took Ruff's body from there and let him be buried here. At that time, Melson's The tower of the guardian has lost its light. In order to prevent the Warcraft from moving the body of Rufu, he uses this method to protect his body in the crystal tomb. "
No one knows whether Rufu's body stored in the crystal will rot. But even if the body was sealed in crystal, it would be better than being gnawed by the Warcraft for thousands of years.
The surroundings are very quiet. At this time, the [Big Hunting Festival] still has a little effect. The Warcraft are attracted to Lviv, and there should be no more Warcraft near Melson Stone at least temporarily.
But it is very likely that in a short time, everything will return to its original shape, and there will be Warcraft wandering in this deserted city.
The cats had already evacuated from here, and the city was empty. No one has no Warcraft, some are lonely and dark.
lb! !
However, in the distant guardian's tower, there was an explosion.
The sound was not very loud, it came from the wall of the strong building, and it can even be said to be vague. But because the surroundings were very quiet, Mut and Gusta could hear that clearly.
"He is fighting ... with whom?" The Catman Juvenile guessed: "Wouldn't it be a copy of that group of g-class hunters?"
"The place where he fought ..." Gusta also looked in the direction of the explosion just now, and naturally set his eyes on the guardian's tower.
The tower is now shrouded in darkness, with only a faint outline in the night. It is quite different from the one that glowed like a lighthouse in the past.
But its outline seemed familiar, as if it had been seen before Gusta was born.
He seemed to remember something soon. Something very important.
That light.
The light he has been pursuing all his life. He has been wandering for countless years, just want to return to that light.
Is that the light of his home ...?
In an instant, he found himself in the desert.
I can't recall anything.
Skinny, dehydrated, and almost dying, he just wanted to take a step forward to pursue the illusory light in front of him.
There is a reason why he must go back. But that reason can't be remembered no matter how you think about it.
So, nothing but pain in nothingness.
"Um ...!" His head started to hurt.
"Mr. Gu, Gusta ...?" Seeing Gusta half-kneeling on the ground in pain, Mut said, "Are you all right?"
"It's okay ... a headache ... it's just a pain ..." However, he had a headache and even said something unfavorable. With the light from the instrument panel of Tieqi, Mute could see bright red flowing from Gusta's tiger nose.
"This is not an ordinary headache. You have nosebleeds." The cat-boy tried to pick up the tiger man: "Here. We can go to the mother's house for a little rest."
"No ... I don't want to delay you ... you go to him ..."
Bang! There was another explosion from the guardian's tower. Then there were several explosions. Albert is estimated to be fierce with whom.
"He will be fine." Mut said: "The battle continues, proving that he is not in danger. Anyway ... come with me."
He carried the tiger man to the side cabin. To be honest, his support is meaningless. Gusta is such a burly, fat and strong man. It is far from being able to move a thin child like a catman. If Gusta really collapses, Mute may even be suppressed and unable to move. Fortunately, Gusta didn't lose his strength because of an excessive headache. He was still able to walk a few steps. He braced himself into the wooden house. Mutt touched the dark and let Gusta lie on a sofa.
"Wait a moment." The cat-boy said to the weak tiger man, turning back to light the lights. There is a lot of fuel left in the oil lamp, enough to give this night a seemingly non-existent lighting.
"Ah ..." Gusta continued humming, and his head should hurt. Mut found a small handkerchief and placed it in front of Gusta's nose, trying to stop the nosebleed first.
auzw.com "Does your head hurt?" Murt asked.
"Eooooooo ... it seems to be cracking." Gusta may be so unbearably painful that he didn't even hide it deliberately, covering his head.
"I'll get some hot water to give you a hot compress." Mut said: "Or is cold compress better?"
"Just ... whatever." Gusta said. The sound of Mutter's speech probably stimulated his nerves, but it was only increasing his headache.
How could it suddenly become like this. Catman teenager wondered. Was it because Gusta had a broken chest before? Does the chest injury affect the head? No way?
lb! The explosion in the distance is still ringing. The battle in the Guardian's Tower has not stopped. The stupid tiger must be fighting hard, against those dangerous enemies of unknown origin.
But now Mute is looking at the dying tiger giant Han Gusta lying on the sofa. It was Mr. Gusta who had come to such a place; it was he who caused him to become like this. He couldn't leave Gusta alone.
A few minutes later, he put a towel soaked in hot water on Gusta's head.
Sure enough, it should still be hot. he thinks. Mr. Gusta ’s headache seems to be some kind of vascular or neuropathic pain, and he should be warmed to relax blood vessels and relieve nerves. Cold compresses will only make everything worse.
"Uh ..." Gusta's symptoms eased when the hot towel was put down, and the tiger's pattern, which was originally deeply wrinkled in a w-shape, gradually relaxed.
But he was still panting, and after experiencing such severe pain, Gusta was in a weak state with a low fever, and the situation was very bad. Mutt tried to find medicine from the tiger's suitcase. He thought that Gusta had this (?) Headache, and he would definitely bring the corresponding treatment drugs, or at least painkillers. But he rummaged through Gusta's luggage, but found nothing.
Then he suddenly remembered that Ruf's mother also had some kind of mental problem, which seemed to be in bad health and often a headache. Maybe there is still some painkillers that Ruf's mother used in this hut. He was clever and rummaged in the restroom of the house. It really made him find a bottle of herbal medicine marked with the painkiller Yunyun with the cat-human characters. Mutt inherited a part of Rufu's memory, not only subconsciously reading the words of the cat-human race, but also knowing its composition from the peculiar smell emitted by the jar of herbs. It was a mixed powder of several internal painkillers that could be found in the Dawning area. He was sure that this medicine would calm the pain.
He boiled some water, boiled the powder, and hurriedly brought it to Gusta: "Mr. Gusta, this is a painkiller, drink it. But warm, drink slowly."
"Um. Um ..." Weak Gusta might have a headache and didn't want to think about it. He nodded and took a careful sip of herbal tea. The medicinal effect is still there, it should have stopped Gusta's headache. The sweaty tiger man lay on the sofa, and his tight muscles were slightly relaxed.
Mute listened to the fighting outside, and the battle over the Guardian's Tower continued.
He was thinking about whether to leave Mr. Gusta to support Albert.
Without the light of the Guardian's Tower, the nearby area is almost equivalent to the wild mountains and wild mountains, and there is a danger of Warcraft. Throwing the dying Gusta here is equivalent to letting him die. The effect of the Great Hunting Festival is not known for how long it can last, maybe the Warcraft will reappear soon.
So tangled, what to do. He thought for a while and thought that he was here to find Albert to help the stupid tiger. If this time does not help, everything will be meaningless.
He has [missed] once and cannot [miss] again.
On Mr. Gusta ’s side, although it ’s a bit bad to leave him behind, should n’t it be okay in the short term? Lock the doors and windows of the house. Will Warcraft easily enter the house to hurt Mr. Gusta?
So he decided to leave.
"Hold on, Mr. Gusta. I'll be back." Mut said when he packed his luggage.
The tiger's hand suddenly moved. In a daze, Gusta grabbed Mut's cat's tail.
"Uh, Mr. Gusta?"
"Don't ... go ... Palf ..." he whispered, his voice barely audible: "Dad ... will not ... give up yours this time ..."
Murt raised his ears, and a strong touch felt spread from his tail to his body. He froze for a long time.
"You ... say it again ?!" Mutt asked, "Who is Palf?"
However, Gusta entered a more severe state of lethargy, and was no longer able to talk back.
"Mr. Gusta ..." The cat-boy turned to look at the sleeping tiger man, tears falling down.
He is not stupid, but he knows roughly what is going on. He has always considered this possibility. However, this kind of thing is more and more disturbing, he deliberately does not delve into it.
But now, when Gusta inadvertently mentioned that name, making Mute had to examine the possibility again, he was shaken.
Sure enough, Mr. Gusta could not be left behind. What if all this is true? What if Gusta is really ... his father?
He has [missed] once and cannot [miss] again.
"Wait here." Mute wiped tears from the corners of his eyes and pulled out the crystalline bayonet: "I ... I will come back ... I will!"
He rushed out of the door and locked the door of the house tightly.
Then he used a crystallized bayonet to make a circle outside. Crystal clusters began to grow on the ground, which grew, extended, and merged with each other, and eventually turned into a crystal circle protecting the house. The outer layer of the fence was very sharp, and Mut was convinced that the Warcraft could not easily cross the fence and hurt Gusta in the house.
He was also convinced that if Mr. Gusta was ill, he could easily break through the fence with a large red steel shield from the inside and escape into life.
Gusta is currently at least safe. Unless there is a very powerful Warcraft, ignore the protection of the crystal fence and rush into the house. But that is almost impossible.
"Take care, Mr. Gusta." Mut said to himself, running towards the guardian's tower.