1:404 Departure on the Journey (4)

The Leopard people's patriarchal houses were also made of wood and thatch, and although magnificent, the thatch on the roof could only protect against rain and not cold. In the somewhat dark room, there is a large stove, and the burning charcoal fire in the stove made of stones is all the light source of the big room tonight.

"Are you coming?" said a middle-aged leopard man with brown and yellow hair around the fire, "I'm Argus, the eldest son of the previous patriarch, Hackett. "He deliberately said the word [big] very loudly, as if to be majestic in front of his younger brother.

"Good evening, everybody. Another, younger leopard leaned against the house's giant pillar. The only difference between him and his brother is that the spots on his brown hair are pure black (while his brother's spots are dark brown), "I am the second son of the previous patriarch, Bagus. Silver wolf Bevelf, you said you have something important to report to us, please hurry up. I still have work to do. "Hehe, as if you're the only busy guy here?" Argus sarcastically said.

The second brother glared at his brother and didn't say anything.

The third brother's Kaos had already sat down on the animal skin carpet and leaned against the fire: "Everyone is busy, let's make a long story short, spend less time on bickering, and more time to go back to rest." "Of course. Kaos's two older brothers didn't argue anymore and sat down together.

Bediwell sat down with the group. The wooden house of the Grek clan had a very hard and flat wooden floor, and the carpet made of monster fur did not make the floor softer, and the werewolf boy sat on his buttocks.

He adjusted his body, barely found a comfortable position to sit down, and began to tell the story of what had happened in the past few days. Including the plot of the fox patriarch Renard to conquer Shijie, including the shady scenes of the Egyptian massacre ten years ago.

The three leopard brothers just listened quietly, sometimes nodding and sometimes frowning.

"So," concluded Bedeville, "since it is not all the fault of mankind, is it not strange that we hate it and go to war with it?"

The dry season is finally over, and our lives will definitely improve. Please reconsider the matter of war with humanity once again!Don't let innocent blood flow in vain!" The three patriarch candidates looked at each other noncommittally.

"Uh, guys?" Bediwell was overwhelmed by the cold scene.

"Let's think about it for a while. Boss Agasto said, "There is no way to prove that what you say is true for the time being. And you were on the side of the human race, so maybe you were lying to drive a wedge between us and the Romani (Fox Clan)? "I am Albert, the son of the Fierce Tooth Chief, and I promise that Bediwell is telling the truth. Tigerman boy Al couldn't help but speak.

"The Turkic Pav, also assured. Elephant herbalist Pavor also said on the side.

"Even if you say so—" said the second Bags, "besides, does Chief Robble have a son? I really haven't heard of it—isn't his eldest son, Robert, dead?" said Albert, whose whole body trembled as if he had been stung in pain.

"In short, we three brothers need time to discuss a result. Moreover, the patriarch has not yet been elected, and we cannot make such a big decision as a truce. Kaos stood up and said, "It's late at night, so let's go and rest first." We'll talk about that tomorrow. Bediwell nodded helplessly. What's the matter with the unhurried pace of these leopards? They seem to be just perfunctory to Bedi, not listening to the werewolf boy's pleas at all.

The leopards who run so fast are not necessarily impatient, they are used to putting off the question, and only after careful consideration (and calculation) can they give an answer.

"The faster you run, the worse you fall" – this is one of the most common sayings spoken in the Glick people.

At the same time, Arthur was teleporting back from a tombstone.

"No, this one is empty damn bastard!" Arthur kicked at the stele in frustration.

"Don't vent with the stele. Greenway stood silently, pondering.

It's not just King Oshur who is missing, but now even the Holy Spirits hidden in every tombstone seal in the cemetery are gone. What the hell is going on?

"Now, we have to leave Avalon first. Arthur suppressed his anger and said, "It's useless to stay here, that guy Osser also said, this is a million square kilometers here, and he wants to hide from us with other holy spirits, and we can't find it anywhere." "Your body—" "Good, don't worry!" Arthur lied, "As long as I'm strong-willed, the Holy Spirit can't eat me away." I'm not going to let a few Holy Spirits rob me of my body!" Greenway nodded worriedly.

The two groped their way back, wandering through the apple grove. Arthur made markers along the way, and it was easy to find his way back.

However, in order to avoid being attacked by evil spirits again, the two of them followed closely and moved forward cautiously, paying attention to the movements of their heads and feet at any time.

After walking for almost an hour, they came to the original entrance. The portal, made of two complete tree trunks, appeared before Arthur's eyes.

"Are you sure you can just go back like this?" Greenway reconfirmed.

"Instead of spending time here, let's go back and find something practical to do. Arthur said insistently, as he walked over and groped for the structure of the portal, trying to find the portal switch.

But nothing?!

Nothing. This so-called portal is just two simple branches, and there is no switch at all.

This is different from the portal of Elison's Pure Land. The portal of Eliason Pure Land is not even opened, and it opens automatically when someone approaches.

Arthur thought a little. He was immediately disappointed.

"Greenway, I'm afraid we won't be able to go back for a while. "What, what?!" "Portals take time to recharge. It doesn't have enough energy to send us back. Arthur said disappointedly.

"But- how long will it take?!" I don't know. I'm afraid only King Othur, who is the guide, knows. Arthur pondered. They've only been here for about a week. Dealing with a Holy Spirit almost every day, if it went well, he should have completed the task a long time ago and could have gone back.

However, if it doesn't go well, it will drag on for a longer time. The ancients may have underestimated Arthur's strength, believing that the next [king] to come to this pure land would spend more than a week conquering the Holy Spirits.

Or, the portal can be recharged for more than a week. God knows.

"What then?" asked Greenwiel, confused, "Do you want to go back to the cabin?" in the middle of the night—" "No!" Arthur drew his sword of the Holy King, "Greenway, get ready for battle." We're surrounded. ＂