Light Spirit Epic Chapter 1716: The Hunt for the Shadow (12)

Chapter 1716 The Hunt for the Shadow Twelve

Baggs Albert looked at the Pantherman Deputy Chief with slight horror.

Yo, I saw you coming to someone else's funeral, this person must be very important, so I stopped by the lounge to visit you. Baggs grinned: But what the **** is going on? Someone is not honestly resting in the lounge, but stealing the body? Where are you going to take the body of the deceased?

Uh, Albert has no way to prevaricate it now. After all, this guy Bags is not easy to deceive, and the current situation is clear at a glance, even if he wants to deceive people.

I'll be honest with you. Albert sighed: This deceased is my friend, and I will never just watch you cremate his body like this. I'm going to take him and send his whole body to Myerson Stone for burial.

Really, then what are you waiting for, take him away.

I know you're going to block me, but no matter what you say, it's useless. I, Albert, said halfway to himself, suddenly stunned: Wait, what did you say just now?

I said, take your friend's body with you. You are here to do so many things, isn't that what you are doing? Baggs grinned again.

I thought you were going to stop me. Tiger said tremblingly, expressing disbelief.

Why? Our side is only responsible for the disposal of the remains, and the real responsibility for this matter is the Warcraft Hunter Organization. Baggs shook his head and said, in fact, I am the most opposed to this meaningless funeral ceremony. When a person dies, he is dead. Dig a pit and bury it, and erect a tombstone to commemorate it. But your hunter organization has to deal with so much red tape, cremation and burial. It not only wastes people's money but also wastes resources. It's stupid to die.

President Nitro won't be so happy when he hears this. Albert replied.

That's a sentimental old man who is extraordinarily naive as he gets older. Baggs sneered: Stop talking, are you going? If you don't leave, I'm really going to call the guards over to catch you.

Uh, I'm going, I'm going now. Albert then accelerated the speed of lifting the coffin, placed the coffin on the passenger seat of the iron cavalry, and fixed the coffin firmly with a thick rope to prevent it from flying off during transportation.

Of course, I will report this truthfully to your hunter organization, saying that you stole the body of the deceased while our guards were not paying attention. Baggs added: "Let you handle the internal affairs of your organization." You are ready to be punished.

Ahahahaha Albert grinned awkwardly. He had expected to be severely reprimanded by Vice President Castro in the future.

But now

Let's go. The tiger stroked the transparent top cover of the coffin, looked at Luf, who was lying in the coffin and fell asleep forever, and said in a low voice: Let me take you home.

The roar of an engine is heard in the backyard in the dead of night. By the time the panther guards noticed the problem and rushed over, Albert had already taken off in the black iron cavalry. The iron cavalry is in the air, and the leopards don't have any vehicles that can fly. The tail light of the cavalry's engine dragged a long golden light in the dark night sky, as if to pay tribute to the dead.

The automatic navigation system is on, and the destination is Niaosen Stone. Albert flicked the buttons on the cavalry a few times.

It's Myerson Stone. The cat-man boy sitting behind the tiger-man youth corrected him.

Huhu, the official statement is of course like that, but the cats always have a different sound, and they will call the Myerson Stones the Meow Sen Stones. Albert smiled and said, don't you think it's cute meow?

I don't think so. Mutter said quietly.

What a boring kid. Albert was embarrassed, and was a little speechless: there was still about an hour before arriving at Nyan Senshi. Are you tired meow? Take the opportunity to sleep when you are tired, and we have to bury Luffy, which is physical work.

I don't need you to tell me. Mutter fastened his seat belt to prevent himself from slipping off the cavalry while sleeping: remember to wake me up when you arrive.

Ok, go to sleep. Tiger agreed. Then he felt the cat boy hug his waist from behind, the kitten's claws were soft and warm. Tiger himself also found a comfortable sitting position to lie on the panel of the iron cavalry, because it has been converted into automatic navigation, the iron cavalry can reach the destination automatically without Albert driving, and Albert can also take the opportunity to hit one. nap.

Mutter, asleep meow? Tiger felt a little sleepy, so he asked in a dazed low voice.

No answer. There was a steady and extremely slow breath in response to the tiger man youth. The cat boy had fallen into a deep sleep behind Albert, and he slept soundly.

Good night. Albert also closed his eyes and planned to take a short break.

A certain day of a certain year.

Albert was awakened by a very fragrant smell, and as soon as he got up from the bed, he felt hungry.

What are you doing? The tiger climbed out of the tent and saw the cat boy who was making a fire to cook food: Hey, you kid can still cook meow?

A little bit. The cat boy wagged his tail freely while cooking, looking very relaxed. A very fragrant stew is being boiled in a simple iron pot for travel, and the aromas of various ingredients are skillfully mixed together, which is very harmonious.

The cat boy's ears moved, suddenly remembered something, and stopped stirring the stew: Saying that there should be no problem in cooking here, right? Won't scare our target away?

Depends on what kind of monster you are dealing with. The giant warthog to be hunted this time belongs to the kind that is not afraid of the smell of fireworks. It can even be said that if you cook here, the smell of the food may attract it. Albert said: Are there enough ingredients, meow? Do you want me to get more? Let this aroma float out, maybe we can easily lure the target over, and don't have to go the long way to hunt down the target.

Okay. The cat boy blushed and said with a smile: Go get more meat. There are a lot of vegetables in the ingredients here, but there is a lack of meat.

Very good. The tiger went out with the hunting bow with a happy face.

However, five minutes later, just after picking up a rabbit killed by a bow and arrow from the ground, Albert heard screams in the distance.

Wow ah ah ah ah ah ah! The cat boy screamed and ran in Albert's direction, still holding the pot of stew in his hand.

What are you doing meow? The tiger, who was completely unaware of the situation, also ran after him, catching up with the cat boy.

Yes, yes, yes, monsters! Ruff screamed.

Boom! A gigantic warthog ran out of the jungle, chasing the cat boy with astonishing momentum.

It's trying to make your soup stew, throw that soup away! Albert said while running along. Since he came out to hunt some small creatures to make stew materials, he had no other weapons in his hand except bows and arrows. The weapon was really weak against the large warthog nearly ten feet tall after them. At this time, they had to lure the warthogs away first and go back to the camp to regroup.

Don't! The cat boy boy is extraordinarily stubborn: you can't just waste food!

Are you stupid! While sprinting, Albert found an opportunity to turn around and shoot the warthog with an arrow. However, this arrow was not a particularly sharp arrow. It was not even coated with poison. It was like a scratch on the giant warthog. Itchy, and even the wound was bounced off by the steel-like strong hair of the beast.

Listen! The tiger smacked his lips: If you don't throw away that pot of soup now, the warthog will keep chasing us until we run out of energy! Then we'll be hit by that monster and shattered to pieces! Are you going to waste food, or are you going to waste your life? Choose for yourself!

Wow! The cat-man boy hesitated for a long time, but his physical strength is far inferior to that of the tiger-man youth who hunts outside all year round. At this time, he is indeed out of breath. Running a short distance will probably exhaust his physical strength. Immediately It was overtaken by warthogs and smashed into flesh. If this goes on, he will die. Before his ideal has been achieved, he will be buried in the wilderness. This is definitely not the ending he wants to see.

Don't! Luffy screamed, twisted back as he ran, and smashed the pot of stew in his hand into the giant warthog's face!

Pasha! The boiling hot soup was drenched in the face of the giant beast.

Ouch! The warthog, howling loudly because it was hot, lifted the forehead with its sharp tusks into the air. The cat boy also felt a force pulling him from one side, and he slid away from the side before hitting a big tree in front of him.

Pounds! ! Luffy ducked, but the Warthog didn't. The giant warthog, who was drenched in the hot soup, didn't notice that there was a giant tree in front of him that could not be hugged by five people, and it bumped into it!

After the extremely dull sound of a thud passed, something flew head-on, almost hitting Luffy.

Clap! However, Albert, who had pulled Luff away just now, even reached out his hand and caught the thing that was about to hit the cat boy.

That's a warthog's tusk~IndoMTL.com~ The moment the giant warthog hit the giant tree, the tusk in front of it was broken, and it flew out from both sides. The sharp pig teeth almost poked a big hole in the cat boy's forehead!

However, these thick and hard tusks are also like machetes, and are very powerful weapons. While Albert grabbed the pig's tooth in one hand, he also rushed up, taking advantage of the chance that the giant warthog was still dazed when it hit the tree, and jumped onto the monster's forehead.

Listen, kid. Albert said: This is the first lesson that the hunter of monsters must learn: use all the resources that the environment, and even the enemy, can provide to achieve victory.

After speaking, the tiger raised the huge pig's teeth with both hands and stabbed the giant warthog's head!

Zha! ! The sharp and heavy tusks pierced through the monster's skull with ease, breaking through the monster's skull and stabbing into the giant warthog's brain. The contents inside were instantly mushy under this heavy blow, and sprayed out along with the wound on the monster's skull. Like a volcanic eruption, it splashed all over the tiger.

Mutter, a young cat-man, looked at the scene where the young tiger-man, Albert, killed the giant beast in one blow, with a mysterious blush on his face.

This is the Monster Hunter.