Chapter 693: Reappear in silver (5)

Chapter 693 is again encountered in silver five
at night.
Albert was the wounded, and Biddeville naturally gave the tiger the only big bed in the house.
However, young hunters can't sleep.
He secretly observed the werewolf youth on the sofa. Bedieville drank too much and slept soundly, screaming loudly.
Although Bedieville looks like a very decadent young man, Albert is heartbroken.
Under the faint light of the fire, the muscles of the werewolf's steel-like scouring are exposed, and each of the muscle fibers faintly radiates power. Bedyville is a refined, fluid muscle structure with no half fat and no excess fat.
He is neither as muscular as a man who likes to show his strength, and he is tired of exercising his body;
Nor does it focus on the upper body like those who prefer to use weapons.
The muscles of his body are well-proportioned and full of streamlined beauty.
That is, the muscles that can be trained in the practice of tens of years and years of continuous training.
That is, in order to hunt, to fight, in order to better complete each movement and special shape.
That is the figure of the strongest hunter.
Like the wild, wild hungry wolf, Bediville became the miracle created by this Siberian wilderness, a perfect hunter.
In contrast, Albert, their Warcraft hunters, is simply not as good as they are -
What makes you so desperate? Really just for revenge?
"Master?" The cat man, Luf, who slept on the floor, lowered his voice and asked, "You haven't slept yet? What are you looking at?"
"No, nothing." Elber turned his face especially: "The guy is too loud."
"I don't like that guy," the cat whispered. "He has a dangerous atmosphere on his body. There has never been a character in the hunter organization. He may be a rebel hunter."
"Well..." Albert whispered in a whisper: "Those things about others, we take care less. After all, he saved my life."
"But, this suspicious guy -"
"Don't say it, go to sleep." Ayr pressed the words of the little servant back.
Bedyville moved his ears and pretended not to hear anything. He still lay on the sofa in a large [big] shape and shouted loudly.
At the same time, the second king was in London, Elsenburg, in the studio of Prime Minister Merlin.
"Merlin." When King Arthur came in, he asked, "Is the information sent to you past, is it analyzed?"
"Oh, what do you mean about the dragon ride?" Merlin is holding the scroll in one hand and the seal on the other, and his eyes are on the display, looking at the one. Video.
The video just played to the red death slashing knife piercing Arthur's Griffin Shield and falling on the Cavalier's arm.
"Stop!" Zai was busy with the video at this moment, and zoomed in, projected on a white wall.
"You want to ask, why does his scythe run through the Griffin shield with absolute defense, right?" Merlin smiled mysteriously.
"Well," King Arthur crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. He had a hunch that Merlin had to swear a lot.
"The principle is actually very simple." Merlin said while he was still busy: "Your gryphon shield can make [photon vacuum area] and deflect all attacks. But its [law] still stays in physics. In the category of learning.
The weapon of the red of death is different. It probably modified the [law] of the world and formed an attack of [causal law change]. So no matter how strong your shield is, it can penetrate it. "
"The law of causality changes?" The Cavaliers heard a fascination.
"Don't think about it, similar weapons you've seen and heard." Merlin's hands crossed: "For example, the legendary [Meteor Gun - 亘Gunnier]."
"What about it? Does it actually exist?"
Merlin looked at Arthur’s scornful smile: "Your memory is really bad. The one we recovered in the control room of the World Wall seven years ago is not [亘古尼尔]?"
"That one?"
Seven years ago, Arthur found the petrochemical Vivian and Paramidis in the control room of the World Wall.
At that time, Arthur only focused on other places, and did not pay special attention to the weapons in the hands of Paramitis.
That ancient rifle is [Meteor Gun - 亘Gunnier].
"I think it seems that there is such a thing now. Later, I also gave the rifle back to the elephants." The Cavalier King asked for his thoughts: "I knew that it was such a valuable treasure, and I managed to keep it."
"And the characteristics of that [亘古尼尔]," Merlin sees Arthur in distraction, and quickly pulls the subject back on track: "It is the distortion of the law of cause and effect, [causal law change attack]. By modifying the world of Karma ( Causal), it can do a special thing: once a long gun is thrown, it will inevitably run through the heart of the target."
The Cavalier took a sigh of relief: "Really? I thought it was just a Nordic legend-"
"You are too young to see the IQ of the ancients, Your Majesty." Merlin smiled disapprovingly: "These weapons that modify the law of cause and effect are very special, but they exist."
When Gunniel attacks an object, the first hit may not directly penetrate the heart of the target, but the subsequent series of events will eventually lead to the result of [through the target heart].
auzw.com From the moment it was first shot, it was determined that something would happen, and the process was used. It was the horrible thing of [causal law change attack]. "
King Arthur shook his head and still couldn't believe it all: "So, when you are stared at by the of death, you will die?"
"In theory," Merlin replied indifferently. "In the moment when the death attacked you, your [death] was established.
That sickle will eventually run through your body and kill you. No matter how you struggle, you can't deny your death. What you can do is just to extend your death. "
Merlin’s statement is almost the same as the original mysterious voice.
This world is destined to perish. No matter how you struggle, it is just a little longer.
The Cavaliers couldn’t help but shudder.
"Oh, I don't need to worry so much." Merlin saw Arthur's serious expression and quickly persuaded: "There must be other ways to save. Give me some time, let me think about it."
"You better hurry," Arthur was worried.
At this time in the studio's repressed atmosphere, a pair of small palms emerged from Merlin's desk.
Arthur looked at the question in confusion. A small face rises from under the table.
That is an orc. To be correct, it is a subspecies of the werewolf, a canine.
His head and ears are all gray-black hair, only a pure white face on his face, looks funny and cute, like a natural clown.
The two watery eyes, the big blue eyes, are screaming everywhere.
The ancient spirit is strange, wild and funny. The face of this kid is vaguely similar to someone's outline. Who is it?
"Who is this Wang?" The child suddenly called.
Arthur also asked: "Merlin, this is-"
"Hey, Xiaoha!" Merlin quickly took care of the files on the desktop: "Don't come over! These files are very important, stay away from the table!"
"But, it seems like a very playful look?" The little guy started to smash around with his dog's paws. He overturned a bottle of ink, and the black ink spread on the table, instantly contaminating several manuscripts!
"No!! - Lian Yin, where are you!? Lian Yin!!" Merlin shouted hysterically, tidying up the manuscript in a hurry, in case more manuscripts were bad.
"Husky!" Merlin's female assistant immediately rushed in. "Are you messing up again? Really naughty!"
"Mummy!" The puppy happily shook his tail, waving the two dog paws blackened by ink, and shouted: "You look black, it's getting dark, so interesting!"
"What is this?" King Arthur looked at the chaotic scene and was helpless.
"Uncle!" The little guy framed Merlin's papers and immediately slammed his ink-stained arms to Arthur: "The uncle has a daddy taste! Uncle knows Xiaoha's daddy?"
"No, I don't know!" Arthur evaded the child, but the studio was full of debris, which was very unfavorable for dodge. Arthur saw that he was going to be thrown by the little one!
"Come on, Husky!" Lian Yin pulled the dog and child in the midst of a thousand miles.
"Call." Arthur breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the child's dirty little hand. He couldn't help but laugh: "Lian Yin, is this your child? Where is the little mischief?"
"Sorry, Your Majesty!" Linyin’s face rose red: "I was originally taken care of by my aunt when I was working. But my aunt was sick today, I was forced to bring him. I will give it to you." Adding so much trouble, I am really sorry - Xiaoha, you apologize, hurry up!"
"Well, sorry Wang?" The little guy didn't know what he was doing wrong, but he was reprimanded by his mother. He had no choice but to admit his mistake: "Small Ha shouldn't ask the uncle's strange question?"
"No, not that." Merlin blew his lungs: "You shouldn't tamper with the things on my desk, and you shouldn't overturn my ink. You destroy the king!"
He raised a manuscript on which the child’s palm print was printed: "Look at what you did!"
"Small ha does not understand Wang. Uncle Merlin clearly holds a chapter on the document. Do you help me?"
"Not good! Not good at all!! My stamp and your palm print are two different things! Who wants your palm - wait, what do you say you did?"
"Small Ha helped Uncle Merlin! You see, covered so many documents!" said the puppy pointing at the documents scattered around the ground. These documents, which should have been reviewed by Merlin, were all covered with Xiaoha’s palm prints. The small, bright red dog paw prints leaped on the paper.
"Hey," Arthur didn't look away and sneak a smile.
"Lian Yin, you left after work today, I have to talk to you." Merlin's face was covered with a haze: "Of course, you have to take this little guy away first."
"I am really sorry, Master Dad." Lian Yin looked awkward.
"I know the home of the lotus sound." Arthur said, "Hey, let me send this kid back."
"How can I trouble King Arthur!"
"It doesn't matter." Arthur leaned in front of the child and carefully looked at the canine boy: "So cute child -"
"Oh--" Xiao Hari laughed, and both palms have been shot. Arthur had no time to escape. The two dog paws of the canine boy had left two black palm prints on the king's face: "Uncles should also stamp!"
Arthur suppressed the anger in his heart: "Yes, stamp. I will send you home, don't disturb the work of the Prime Minister."
"I am really sorry, sire." Lian Yin covered his face and was already self-confident.
"Where." Arthur picked up the canine boy in one hand: "Let's go, Xiaoha. How old are you?"
"Small eight-year-old Wang!" The child waved his small claws in excitement, and more ink splashed on the Cavaliers' armor.
"Well, is it so stubborn at the age of eight?" The Cavaliers revealed an inclusive smile: "The spirited boy."