Light Spirit Epic Chapter 1972: Fighting in the morning (7)

Chapter 1972 The battle is tempered in the morning (seven)

Meanwhile, somewhere in Cairo.

Albert opened his eyes and woke up, and found that the dull pain in his body had disappeared without a trace.

"So they really have a way to cure me?" Tiger turned to look at the cat boy sitting next to the hospital bed, and asked by the way.

"You can say that," Mutter replied vaguely.

"Um..." The tiger man then raised his arm to move. The pain is gone, but he is a little dazed, his arm is like not his own arm, from the time the body orders to move the arm, to when it actually moves, there is always a pause of half a second.

"Is this really cured? Or did you just give me painkillers so I don't feel any pain for a while?"

"It doesn't make sense for you to suspect so much." Mutter delivered a cupcake to the tiger: "You should be hungry, too. Eat something first."

"Hopefully I can eat it." Albert took the cupcake suspiciously and took a nibble.

The taste is not bad, the cake has a sweet smell of honey, but it is not too sweet.

The light sweetness stimulated Albert's taste buds, and the pleasure of eating caused him to start nibbling on the cupcakes. He was literally gobbling it down, eating the palm-sized cupcakes down to a sheet of paper in just a few bites.

"Ah, yes. Now I should feel a stomachache too..." Albert began to cover his stomach timidly. In theory, his internal organs have been fragmented, so immediately after eating, there will be a vicious circle, just like what he has experienced before.

But the abdominal pain didn't come. Everything is normal.

"Look? They really cured you." Mutter's expression finally relaxed, and he shrugged at the tiger man youth.

"God knows if it's true." Albert expressed doubt. He shifted his body from the bed, and wanted to get out of bed to play: "It's getting late, should we go get together and prepare for the game?"

"Idiot, we're already on the sand boat, and we're on our way to the arena." Mutter pressed Albert back: "It's only a little past seven-thirty, and it's just that the sand boat is ready to leave early. You're still weak, so just lay here and rest a little longer. Want more cupcakes?"

"Hmm, let's have another one." Albert lay down helplessly again and said. No wonder he felt a slight vibration in the room from just now. It turns out that this is not the interior of the hotel, but the cabin of the moving sand boat.

Mutter got another cake from somewhere. These honey-flavored cupcakes taste as loose as air, but don't provide the slightest sense of fullness. However, Albert didn't feel hungry in the first place, but the taste stimulation made him feel very interesting, so after eating one cake, he wanted to eat the second one.

"Sultan Arrows." Albert took a bite of the cake and suddenly muttered, "What kind of team is that? Since they are the runner-up seeded team that won the Super Bowl last year, they must be It's amazing? Where is it? It's more cheating than any team I've encountered before meow?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Mutter suddenly gave the tiger youth a white look, "The Sultan Arrows are composed of elves, and it is also a rare strong team in the dark American football world that can win by virtue of their strength. Those are real opponents to respect, but don't confuse them with the cheating guys you've encountered before."

"Where's the elves..." Albert snorted thoughtfully. In his impression, the elves were all slender and frail guys.

But elves do have their strengths, not in power, but in skill, and their innate eyesight and hearing.

Especially the dark elves. ------Chanel's face suddenly flashed in Albert's mind, and then he suddenly remembered the things he did with Chanel yesterday, and his face couldn't help but flush.

"What are you blushing for?" Mutter noticed Albert's subtle expression, and couldn't help but ask unhappily, "Could it be something lewd?"

"Nonsense." Albert hurriedly turned his face away to hide it.

"But it's all men who play. You think you can take advantage of the elves, but you think too much." The cat boy added another sentence.

"It makes me sound like I'm a pervert." Albert gave the cat boy a white look.

"Aren't you?" The cat boy replied as a matter of course.

Albert rolled his eyes at the other party and said nothing.

Rumble rumble. After a jolt, the sand boat seemed to stop.

"We're here," Mutter said.

"Arrived in Sudan unexpectedly and without any difficulty..." Remembering that the sand boat was attacked several times on the way to the arena, Albert couldn't help complaining curiously.

"I've already told you that the Sultan Arrows are strong opponents, and they will compete with us on the field. How can they stop us with indiscriminate means."

"Humph------" Albert climbed out of bed without commenting.

"Where are you going? It's still a while before the game starts. Don't you lie in bed and take a good rest?"

"I'm going out to get some fresh air." The tiger man youth said, and then disregarded the objection of the cat man youth and walked out of the cabin.

Meanwhile.

"I'm here again, meow~" Seglade poked his head into the room and called out politely.

In the house with the stove, the ding-dong sound of the hammer stopped.

"It's you again." Father Odin looked at the leopard youth with an unhappy expression: "What's the matter, don't you lack pine resin now? Why are you harassing me again? If it's related to you, go back quickly."

"I'm here to borrow your furnace, Meow." Seglade said, "There's still something to build, but unfortunately there's no better equipment than your furnace in Egypt, Meow. "

"Oh?"

"Of course, I will pay you the cost of borrowing the furnace, Meow." Seglade added: "I brought all the materials, and I will leave immediately after building the equipment, and it will not occupy you. Meow a lot of time."

"...Yes." Father Odin moved his body from the wooden stool, "You are obviously the most important game this afternoon, and you are still busy making equipment. It seems that you have What new idea? Let me see it."

"I've always had the idea, it's just a lack of tools, meow." Seglade took out two small golden hammers from his waist at the same time, "but I found an interesting little thing, which created those ideas for me. Maybe meow."

"Huh?" The old man looked at the two golden hammers in the hands of the young Leopard Man with a little surprise. One of the hammers is the token of the dragon hunter family. It was given to Syglade by Father Odin. Of course, he would not be unfamiliar with it. However, the appearance of another golden hammer really shocked Father Odin!

"You...! Where did you get that thing?!" he hurriedly demanded.

"This meow?" Seglade scratched his head: "To be honest, I don't know meow very well. This meow was a meow that a friend of mine got by the way when he was saving people. Then he gave it to him. Me and my brother meow."

"Show me that thing!" The old man snatched the golden hammer from Seglade without a word. He scrutinized every detail of the golden hammer with wide eyes, then transformed it into various tools, and waved it a few times to test the feel. After checking it all, he stuffed the hammer back to Seglade, snatched another golden hammer from the Leopard youth, and tested it in the same way.

"Impossible!" said the old man, "There can't be two [Thors] in the world."

"What?"

"Look here for yourself." The old man handed the golden hammer to the young Leopard Man, pointed to an almost inconspicuous part of the end of the hammer, and showed the leopard the engraving pattern that was so detailed that the naked eye could hardly see it. Looking at the youth: "Every dragon hunter has this mark on the token, and it is unique and named after the word of the **** in the myth. The token I gave you is originally my son's relic. . Its title is [Thor]."

Father picked up the token he used from his waist: "This is my own token, its title is [Odin], and it is also a token used by the highest-ranking dragon hunters. It will remain in my hands until I die, until I pass it on to the next user."

Daddy took another golden hammer from Seglade's hand: "Look at the coat of arms on this thing. This is [Thor] too."

Seglade's eyesight is not as good as Papa Odin's, but as an orc, he still has good eyesight. He then carefully compared the two golden hammers in his hand. It's really like what Father Odin said, the coat of arms on the two hammers is exactly the same, and there is no even the slightest difference.

"So I still don't understand...? Is this a replica, or a counterfeit?"

Daddy Odin's expression became serious: "The token of the dragon hunter family cannot be copied. It is something that has been passed down from a long time ago. You can understand it as the crystallization of technology left by the ancients. These There are only a fixed number of tokens in the world, and the coat of arms on each token is unique. I can assure you 100% ~IndoMTL.com~Thor] There can be no counterfeit, only one."

"Then...what the **** is going on here, meow?" Seglade was even more confused.

"You asked me? I want to ask you!" Father Odin also looked puzzled: "Let's not mention the [Tor] I gave you. What is the other [Tor]? Where did it come from? What happened to that friend of yours?"

Which of the extra [Thor] is actually left by the mysterious black-robed man. The black-robed man used this token to open the portal to the Hall of Heroes, and led Bedivere to save people—Salar who was buried in rubble and was dying.

However, Bedivere did not explain to anyone that he rescued Solar after that, nor did he mention that the black-robed man used the token to open the Hall of Heroes. The werewolf youth just felt that the golden hammer should be sent to the right user, so he gave this token to the brothers Syfer and Seglade.

"Looks like I'm going to have a good talk with Mr. Bedivere after I go back, meow." Seglade's face became solemn.

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