Chapter 694: Fighting to the death against Bai Yin (1)

The next morning.

Albert got up, only to find that there was one person missing from the cabin. ------Bedivere didn't know where he had gone.

The young Warcraft hunter was shocked, thinking that he had been betrayed. But he immediately heard the sound of slapping a knife outside the house.

What a sharp and crisp knife sound. Judging from Albert's years of experience in using weapons, it is definitely a first-class knife. I didn't expect that a savage like Bediwell who lived in the mountains and wild mountains would actually hide such a knife.

Get the rare treasure!

The curious tiger man got up, picked up a blanket, put it on and ran outside the house. As soon as he opened the door, the sight in front of him shocked him.

In the snow and wind of the North, a young werewolf was practicing martial arts.

Bedivere seemed to have no contact with this land of ice and snow, wearing only a pair of shorts and exercising in the cold wind of dozens of degrees below zero.

He exposed his upper body full of fine steel-like muscles and kept drawing out his fists. Only then did Albert realize that the so-called "rare sword" did not exist at all.

The sound that sounded like sharp blades cutting the air came entirely from the werewolf youth's fists!

Every punch the werewolf punches is strong and powerful, as fast as lightning. It is such a punch that cuts through the air, tears apart time and space, and makes an unimaginable crisp sound!

Albert used his dynamic vision to the extreme and could barely see clearly the trajectory of the werewolf youth's punch. The tiger man's dynamic vision was dozens of times better than that of humans, but it was still very difficult to see!

That fist may have exceeded the speed of sound!

"My God!" the tiger man young man couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Oh, are you awake?" Bediwell stopped punching, "I'm sorry, did my morning exercise wake you up?"

"How did you...your fist...this is unscientific!" The tiger man was a little incoherent due to surprise.

"Don't ask me." The werewolf youth shrugged: "Practice and practice, and you become like this."

"If you punch at that fast speed, your hands won't get hurt?!"

"It will hurt at first. But gradually you get used to it and it doesn't hurt or itch anymore." Bedivere shrugged and played with his elbow.

"Is this the kind of training that allows you to use magic, meow?" the young hunter couldn't help but ask.

"Magic?" There was a confusion on the werewolf's face. After thinking for a while, he suddenly realized and replied: "Oh, you are talking about [Moonlight Wave]! ---No, that is not magic. Although it looks like magic

Very similar."

He raised his left arm.

The left arm, which looked just like a normal arm, gradually lost its disguise and revealed its true face.

In the northern sunshine, it exudes a dazzling silver luster---Bedivere's left arm is actually a metal prosthesis.

It is exquisitely crafted and does not look like something from this era at all. It seems to be some kind of super-technological product from the distant future.

"I will only demonstrate once. Watch carefully." The werewolf smiled mysteriously.

The nails on his left hand began to glow. Pure white light. The metal arm seemed to be able to absorb photons from the air and condense them on the nails - this is a mechanical arm. As long as a photon reflector is installed, this

Of course small things can be done easily.

The werewolf young man took a step back and quickly waved his arms.

Scratch, scratch, scratch!! Four vacuum light waves shot out. Like a crescent moon, these four terrifying light waves flew dozens of yards away, splitting the wind and snow along the way.

"Yes, it's this magic..." Seeing this strange light wave again, Albert still felt incredible.

"This is not magic." Bedivere explained patiently, "I just waved my paws at a speed exceeding the speed of sound. When the movement of an object exceeds the speed of sound, many incredible physical phenomena will naturally occur. Put the paws on

Photon ejection is also one of them."

"It's unbelievable. Such a sophisticated attack can be accomplished by just punching at high speed, nya?"

"Yes, it's just a high-speed punch. This is the secret of [Moonlight Wave]." Bedivere chuckled, "If you punch at supersonic speed, maybe you can also punch a vacuum wave. Do you want to practice and try it?"

"

"No, thank you." Albert rejected the other party, "I still want to keep my arm."

When a person waves his arms at supersonic speed, that has obviously exceeded the limits of [biology] and is some kind of great [miracle].

The werewolf Bediwell in front of Albert was obviously in some kind of crazy state, practicing the same moves year after year, day after day, and finally achieved his current achievements.

The body becomes the perfect weapon.

---What is it that makes you so desperate?

Surprised, Albert only felt a touch of sadness.

Bediwell disapprovingly took out a bottle of red potion from his pants and took a few sips: "Let's go get ready. In two hours, we will set off to pursue [Snow Armor God]. We don't want to lose our lives.

If so, equip yourself."

"What about you?" Al looked at the almost naked Bedivere: "Don't tell me that you plan to fight like this. Do you think you can defeat that kind of monster just by running naked?"

"You don't understand." Bedivere smiled disapprovingly: "The highest state of a warrior is to run naked. Only by running naked can you reach your potential to the limit and develop abilities beyond imagination."

The tiger man looked sideways at Bedi's underwear: "Please don't count me in, thank you. If I have to die under the claws of [Snow Armor God], I would rather die dressed decently. Run naked like you."

It would be so shameful to die..."

Bedivere responded with a malicious smile, not taking Albert's words to heart at all.

He will never die, let alone be allowed to die.

This is a "world where Bedivere should not exist." If this world does not have his destiny of "death", how could he "die" in this world?

Two hours later, Bediwell and Albert's master and servant sat on a light sled and headed deep into the West Siberian Plain. The photon engine behind the sled burst out a blue light, and in this

The land of ice and snow keeps shining and reflecting.

"Are you sure your tracker is not malfunctioning?" The further he walked, the more confused Albert became: "Because, if we continue to go north, we will go to the Arctic Ocean."

Bedivere ignored the young tiger man. He was the one who should be complaining.

Under Albert's various annoyances, the werewolf young man finally put on clothes - a thin shirt - before going out. He finally did not run away naked.

However, this thin piece of clothing made him feel uncomfortable in every possible way. He was used to walking around in the wilderness without a shirt on, and suddenly wearing such a coat always felt awkward.

There is no other way. In order to "die with dignity"? The logic of Warcraft hunters is really ridiculous. Did they plan to die from the beginning?

Just as Bedivere was secretly laughing at the hunters' stupidity, a shadow in the distance attracted his attention.

That thing is exactly what they are looking for!

"It's about to stop! Hold on to me!" The werewolf young man suddenly braked and stopped the sled.

The huge kinetic energy also caused Albert's master and servant to lean forward violently, and Albert pressed on the back of the werewolf youth with a "wow" sound.

"What are you doing, meow! You suddenly braked---"

"Hush!" The werewolf quickly jumped off the sled and leaned his body's center of gravity as close to the ground as possible: "Everyone lie down! The God of Snow Armor is five kilometers ahead!"

"How far away is that?" The young Warcraft hunter also imitated the werewolf and lay on the ground, "But it is impossible for it to see our--" from this distance.

"Its dynamic vision is very strong. If we move too much, we will be discovered. Once that coward discovers us, we will run away. We can't catch up with our current equipment!"

The werewolf crawled on the ground and crawled forward slowly, "Follow me, slowly---"

"Stop joking! Do you want us to climb five kilometers from here?" Albert's little servant was the first to say, "Don't worry about how long it will take. Just crawl five kilometers against this ice sheet.

We will freeze to death!"

"...Do you know how?" Bedivere suddenly turned around and looked at the two cats behind him in confusion.

Albert was stunned. Yes, with the physique of the werewolf Bediwell, crawling close to the ground for five kilometers in this ice and snow should not be a problem. But Bediwell must not have considered it, and others have not done this.

What a strong physique!

"You know meow, this will never work." Albert immediately had the idea of ​​giving up, "This is too crazy."

"Well..." the werewolf showed a troubled expression, "So, you shouldn't follow. If you can't keep up, don't force yourself. Go home quickly."

It was originally an unintentional sarcasm, but Bedivere's words were particularly harsh when they reached Albert's ears.

"Okay, okay!" the tiger man said angrily, "I'm going to fight with you. If you die, you will die. Let's hurry up and get on with it."

"Huh..." Werewolf Bedivere suddenly showed an evil smile, which made Albert suddenly feel a bit of malice in the werewolf's heart: "Very good, you want to die, it's up to you. I'm not familiar with you."

"

(Not only are they unfamiliar, but they have never been friends.)

(If you die, what does it have to do with me?)

"...Ruff, stay here and wait for us to come back." Albert ordered his cat servant.

"But, Master!"

"How much of the warming medicine we brought is left?"

"This is crazy! Five kilometers! Climbing!"

Albert is very stubborn. This guy has been very stubborn in some strange ways since before: "The thermal suit on me can still be used normally, and with the thermal medicine, I will definitely be able to survive."

"...Also, there are twelve bottles." Cat Man said tremblingly. Years of working together made Cat Man understand his master, and he knew that once Albert was in this state, no one could persuade him.
To be continued...