Chapter 431 Laika [Thanks to Hejian_Shouhus leader, additional update]
All this came and went quickly, like a blurred illusion.
As the clouds collapsed, the dazzling sunshine dispelled the cold chill. The enemies from the sea evacuated the coast on the crumbling ice, leaving behind corpses all over the ground.
The magnificent storm also began to move. Its speed seemed very slow, but in the blink of an eye it left the scope of the Morrowind Barrier and moved towards the depths of the sea. A large amount of sea water was sucked up by it and then thrown into the air.
, drenched in icy heavy rain.
The storm was not naturally formed. It contained chaotic and violent ether currents. However, after the clouds collapsed, the intensity of the ether in it also declined. It seemed that the storm would completely dissipate soon.
Bologg looked at the desperate cliff behind him. There were many fortifications erected on the steep cliff. Many figures emerged behind the fortifications. They were wearing clothes similar to Palmer's to show their ancient status.
"Does this count as overtime? Is there overtime pay?"
Aimu stood beside Boluogo, with his hands on his hips.
Since starting work, Aimu has discovered that money is a very important thing in this world, even if he is an alchemy doll.
Boluogo had a serious discussion with her, "We count it as vacation, so there should be no overtime pay."
"ah?"
Aimu's expression collapsed, as if he was sulking, and he raised his foot and crushed a wind-eroded bird that was not dead yet.
"Where's Palmer?"
Boluogo looked around for Palmer, and then saw him on the cliff. Palmer was hanging on the cliff, talking to other people, and it seemed that he had met an acquaintance.
"It's so weird, here..."
Boluogo scanned around and found that in such a short period of time, the storm had receded to the end of the sea level and would disappear before his eyes soon.
"It's very strange, look at these soldiers."
Aimu took off the visors one after another, revealing the same face, "They all look the same."
Seeing this, Boluogo's eyes became serious. He was not worried about the Night Clan's problems. He had to know that he had a blood alliance with a Night Clan lord, and that Night Clan lord was Sere Vilelis.
The king's heir.
With Sere's bloodline, if the Night King dies on the throne of eternal night, Sere is destined to be the next Night King. But judging from Sere's normal life, it is obvious that he does not care about power.
Don't care.
It may be that Sere has pursued power, but in his long life, power has become a boring toy for Sere, not even as happy as dancing on a pole for a moment.
There are not many things that can make Boluogo feel in awe, and the unknown is one of them.
The Night Clan was not an unknown existence to Bologo, so he didn't care. However, the weirdness and mystery of these black-armored soldiers made Bologo extremely vigilant.
Boluogo patrolled the battlefield, trying to find a few survivors. He was looking through the corpses, trying to get more useful information.
The wind gradually picked up, and Palmer landed. He felt a little tired. Staying in the air for a long time was a big drain on Palmer, but returning to a familiar home is always a joy.
On the corpse in this place, Palmer still had a heartless smile on his face. This scene actually has a bit of avant-garde art flavor.
Borlog asked, "What the hell is going on?"
"I only asked about the general situation, and the situation is similar to what Church said..."
Waves of deep and powerful roars interrupted Palmer's story.
Turning around, I saw a lion almost two meters tall running towards the edge of the coast, its gray hair dancing wildly in the wind, and its sharp claws stamping out pits in the ground.
"Is the battle not over yet?"
Burlogo muttered, raising the gravel beneath his feet, the deadly python waiting for orders.
But before Bologe could take action, Palmer actually beat Bologg one step ahead and killed him. This surprised Bologg because when he and Palmer acted together, Palmer almost took everything
I delegated the work to myself.
"You are also a violent maniac anyway, so I will leave my share of enemies to you."
Palmer said solemnly, and gave Burlogo a thumbs up to show his admiration for Burlogo's enthusiasm for work.
"What a hell..."
Boluogo sighed, and then something even more damning happened.
Palmer didn't have any intention of resisting, and collided directly with the lion. Aimu on the side was already panicking. You must know that Palmer is not good at close combat at all, let alone fighting with such a lion.
The bigger lion fought.
The lion pushed Palmer down, and then the two rolled on the beach. Palmer's voice could still be faintly heard... Is this bastard laughing?
"problem occurs!"
Aimu shook Boluogo's arm vigorously. She could no longer understand the development of the incident. It was obviously a trip, why was she involved in the battle? It was okay to be involved in the battle. It was finally over. How could Parr
Mo suddenly became insane and stuffed his head into the lion's mouth.
After experiencing all kinds of incidents, the special operations team has not reduced its strength, but it is going to fall into disgrace here? How can I explain to Lebius this time?
The ideas of young people are always wonderful, not to mention Aimu, who is still underage in theory. She has already imagined Palmer's sad life based on the books she has read.
Aimu had read in a book that a guy like Palmer, who looks happy on the outside, might be very dark inside and be troubled by depression all year round.
Could it be that after seeing this scene, Palmer suffered from depression and felt that dying in his hometown would not be a good thing, so he fulfilled his wish here?
The lion pounced on Palmer, its huge figure pressed on Palmer's body, then opened its bloody mouth... and licked the saliva from Palmer's face.
Palmer felt that his fragile little face was being polished by hundreds of grits of sandpaper. It was extremely painful, but he still laughed out loud and stretched out his hand to rub the lion's chin vigorously.
It seems...it's not that bad.
Palmer stood up, and with a slight push, the lion lay down on its side, exposing its soft belly, allowing Palmer to move his hands up and down, spitting out his tongue and breathing, like a pleased animal.
Dog.
Wait a minute...dog?
Borlog recalled what Palmer told him that night. In Palmer's memories of his childhood, Borlog learned about his bad childhood and the origin of the motorcycle's name.
Boluogo brought Aimu to Palmer's side. Aimu was completely stunned and didn't know what was happening in front of him.
Shouldn't it be Palmer who was killed by a lion? Why did the two of them look like good brothers, what kind of friendship transcended species.
"Palmer, this is..."
Boluogo slowly pointed at the "lion". Seeing that Boluogo still looked excited, it opened its mouth and was about to lick him.
"You and it are already acquainted," Palmer said with joy. "We usually ride it when we go out."
Boluogo guessed it, but still couldn't believe it.
"Lycra?"
Hearing Boluogo call his name, Laika excitedly licked the saliva from Boluogo's face.
…
"Okay, okay, let me sort out the situation."
Burlogo wiped the saliva from his face and tried to keep his thinking in expert mode instead of being led astray by Palmer.
"It is unclear how a group of night tribes broke through the shackles of the "Dawn Oath" and escaped from the Land of Eternal Night..."
Palmer continued what Boluogo said, "But only a small part has escaped from the Land of Eternal Night. The vast majority of the Night Tribe are still trapped in the Land of Eternal Night, so they will repeatedly attack the Land of Morrowind in the near future.
Build a base and try to tear up the Dawn Pledge."
Boluogo said, "Church came to Fengyuan Highlands for this reason. If "The Oath of Dawn" is intact, there should not be any missing Night Clan."
"Almost... let's go. When you meet my dad, he should know the whole story."
Palmer was too lazy to care about such things. He was here for a vacation, not a part-time job.
Aimu stood behind Boluogo. She did not listen to the conversation between the two, but looked at Laika curiously.
In the previous conversation, Palmer repeatedly emphasized that Laika belongs to the phylum Chordata, subphylum Vertebrates, class Mammalia, subclass Eutheria, order Carnivora, suborder Schizopoda, canidae...
Referred to as "dog", commonly known as "dog".
But Boluogo still couldn't believe it. Even if Palmer explained that Laika had been eating all kinds of messy alchemical potions since he was a child, which was why he grew so big, Boluogo still didn't believe it.
Is this really a dog? Covered in a layer of iron armor, it looks like a monster. This is definitely some kind of alchemy biological weapon of the Clax family!
"Don't believe me, why don't you try this?"
Palmer said as he picked up a broken arm from the beach. This was the severed limb of a black-armored soldier. If it was a Night Tribe, it would have been burned clean by now.
Boluogo took the severed limb, waved it in front of Laika's eyes, and then threw it aside with all his strength. The next second, Laika sprang out like the wind, picked up the severed limb in one mouth, ran back staggeringly, and threw it away.
Vomiting in front of Boluogo, the huge tail behind him swung back and forth, whirring like a whip.
"look!"
Palmer spread his hands and his eyes said "This is a dog".
Boluogo gave up arguing with him, stretched out his hand and rubbed the big dog's head, and praised, "Good dog."
