Diego's injuries were too severe, far beyond Masrae's imagination - it took the Night Elves half a day to deal with those wounds, large and small. When Diego woke up in the afternoon, Masrae was still cleaning his wounds. Even if there were healing spells, these wounds needed to be cleaned so that they wouldn't become inflamed and fester—a possibility, given the heath climate of the Badlands, which wasn't a panacea.

In fact, Diego still regrets that he woke up so early, and the taste of peeling skin and bones is not something that anyone can bear. He lay on his side on a blanket, grinning in pain. He could only maintain this position, because only this side of the rib was not broken, and the back of the body without an inch of good skin obviously could not touch the ground.

Diego twitched in pain, but he managed to open his lightly swollen left eye—the right eye was swollen like a walnut, and he didn't feel it at all, and he wondered if it was blind—and he couldn't believe that next to him, a yellow leopard was lying lazily on its stomach, it didn't look hurt, but it looked a little tired.

"Uh......", Diego stiffened his neck and squeezed out an indescribable ** from his throat, as if only by doing this would he not be squeezed into his chest by the violent eruption of joy, and the drunken dizziness instantly covered his central nervous system, making him dizzy, and he felt that the wound didn't seem to hurt so much.

"Now you know it hurts?" The Night Elf didn't notice the change, and as he tended to the frightening wounds, he mocked, "I don't understand, why do you have to catch this leopard?" You see, although it is very large, it has a broken tooth, which will definitely affect its combat effectiveness. ”

His questioning clearly upset the big cat, and the beast pricked up its round ears, its long tail rhythmically slapping the ground, and its throat letting out a low growl—a sign of its anger.

"If you don't want it to bite you, just keep your mouth shut." Diego warned the Night Elves as he was slightly awake and stretched out his right hand, which was the only part of his body that could move except his chin, and gently stroked the top of the big cat's head. The yellow leopard accepted his reassurance obediently, squinting pleasantly, putting its ears to its head, looking tame and content. Diego felt a warm soul-hued shock from the creature, even though they were two very different beings, and he knew, though he didn't quite know how he knew, that it would stay with him until death took one of them.

"Whatever you want, it's your freedom to catch any pet!" The Night Elf said angrily, pulling a long thorn out of Diego's back with all his might, and his movements were not gentle at all.

Diego let out a miserable sigh. But instead of crying out in pain, he grinned contentedly, looking like a drooling fool.

……

I have to say that Diego's crossing benefits are really rich, and his body is now amazingly good, and in a week, Diego will be able to do some simple activities - but we have to admit that in the middle, the care and treatment of the druids played a bigger role. After two weeks, his body was almost healed. Even the pits in the top of his head had been filled in by Masrae with some sort of plant amber. It was really amazing, Diego felt that the amber was like a part of his body, and when he touched it with his hands, he could even feel the presence of his fingers with the amber on the top of his head, and the scalp around the pit quickly grew over to cover it, and it was impossible to see from the surface of the skin that there was anything buried underneath.

Masrae Bearskin built yì they set out as much as they could, and they had already lost too much time. Two weeks of working day and night to care for the wounded had exhausted the last of the elven boy's patience. Diego listened to his advice, and the two decided to leave the next day.

The night before his departure, Diego sat by the campfire and watched the flames go out of his mind, reflecting on his dream-like experiences over the years, while the yellow leopard crouched next to him with broken teeth. After two weeks of contact, the relationship between one person and one leopard has grown by leaps and bounds, and even the night elves are a little surprised. It may sound a bit incongruous to say this, but it is true, and although he is deeply grateful to the Night Elves for taking good care of him, Diego has really focused on his pet during this time.

"What shall I give you a name? You are a feline, Wangcai, Laifu and the like can't be called, that's the exclusive name of the Wang Xingren......" Diego said to himself as he scratched the soft fur on the big cat's jaw. Across the campfire, Masrae sat far away from him, his face full of "I don't know this guy" expression. In the eyes of the Night Elves, it was clear that this mad human hunter was already an abnormal creature.

"How about calling Tom? But that stupid cat is always a little silly, a little sad,......" Diego babbled, but Broken Tooth didn't seem interested, and he glanced between the big cat's legs, "Wow, it's still a lady, it doesn't seem to be called Garfield, it's a hooligan......"

"Doraemon?" He pondered for a moment, still feeling a little difficult to accept a Japanese name in his heart, and at this moment, he suddenly remembered a name he had seen in a fantasy novel before crossing over: "How about being called Guan Haifa?" ”

The big cat's drooping ears suddenly broke, and it rolled over, cleverly got up from the ground, and barked a few times in a low and gentle voice like a real cat. It rubbed against Diego's knees, its watery eyes looking at the hunter expectantly. At that moment, Diego almost thought that the cute thing was going to pounce on him and hug his thigh.

"You like the name?" He asked in a low voice, wanting confirmation from the big cat. Although the soul bond between him and the big cat is getting stronger, it has only been two weeks, and the two of them still have to communicate through words and movements.

In Azeroth, the real name is considered an important part of a person, with some kind of mystical power. It is different from the name, which is a symbol of recognition given by the laws of the world to certain powerful beings, which are often awakened when the power of its owner is raised to a certain degree. Some spellcasters believe that by mastering a person's real name, they can control him through some kind of magic. In fact, this kind of thing is real, and it has happened more than once, such as the extremely powerful but equally tragic demon Latherek, who was accused by his real name and then was brutally dismembered, and the corpse pieces were thrown everywhere. Legend has it that there is even a book in the Shadow Labyrinth of Oakington, called "The Book of Demons", which records the real name of every demon who has ever stored or is storing a zài, almost an artifact against demons, and it is said that someone once used it to defeat the famous demon Varedis.

For a long time, Diego thought that his real name was nothing more than a legend, and at most it was a deterrent. Like Achilles in Greek mythology, his name is so powerful that even his friends wearing his golden armor and wearing his name can also make the Trojans flee in fear. But judging by the big cat's reaction, it is clear that the meaning of the name in Azeroth is not as simple as it seems, and even if it is not necessarily the real name, the name from another plane is as prestigious as its owner, the legendary black panther.

The big cat nodded—Diego judged that it was nodding as it shook its head up and down.

"Okay, that's what you'll call from now on, Guan Haifa." He said as he stroked the big cat's head. Underneath his palm, the big cat purred pleasantly.

By the light of the fire, Diego took a closer look at Guan Haifa's teeth. But from the outside, he could only see the saber tooth, which was still intact.

The teeth are well maintained, and it seems that the yellow leopard cherishes the only saber tooth that remains. The tooth was fifteen centimeters long and slightly yellowish in color.

"Open your mouth, and I'll look at the broken one." Diego tapped its fangs lightly and said. The big cat is very cooperative to open its mouth.

Diego gently brushed away the wet fluff on the big cat's mouth, and looked at the canine tooth, which was only about five centimeters of stubble, and the broken tooth had no caries spots or cracks, and was quite complete.

"Man, I'll give you a good tooth, I promise," he touched the surface of the broken tooth, probably due to a long bite, the tip of the broken tooth was bald, but it was smooth, "Do you want Mithril, or Sergin?" ”

……

It's hard to say anything about luck, but maybe this is a period of Diego's luck. The day after their departure, on the western edge of the Dust Basin, Diego was overjoyed to encounter a wandering cheetah spirit. Since the souls of most beasts return to Earth after death, only those that are particularly powerful will remain in Azeroth in their soul state after death.

After some preparation, he performed a ritual called guò, in which he invited him to become his guardian spirit, and to be honest, he was very apprehensive at the time, because these beasts were often killed, and their souls usually hated killing their own race, and it was not uncommon for hunters to fail in the ritual. Luckily, Diego succeeded, and the cheetah spirit accepted him and became his guardian beast spirit. It seems that the beast may have died of natural causes, rather than being killed—at least not by humans.

Guan Haifa did not have any resistance when he saw the souls of his own kind, nor did he react too aggressively. On the contrary, when Diego successfully cast his first cheetah guard, the big cat was very interested in Diego's sudden speed, and he raced with him for a while.

However, the Night Elf Druids are quite critical of his behavior of "enslaving" beast spirits, which in his opinion is against the natural ways of the druids, in their opinion, every soul should be free, and Diego's actions are more like a warlock manipulating souls.

But Diego disagreed, and that evening he sat by the campfire while barbecuing lizard skewers - the dry land lizard that had come out in the evening in search of food had the bad luck of running into Guanhaifa and ended up being someone else's dinner - while arguing with the Night Elves: "You see, we didn't kill this lizard for money or anything, we used its flesh to feed our hunger and its fur to keep ......"

With that, he raised his finger and pointed to the cloak behind the Night Elf—the one he had sewn from the skin of the five-foot-long lizard, thanks to his master leather-making skills, the chameleon cloak wasn't flashy, but it was sturdy and durable, and if necessary, it added to the druid's stealth in cheetah form.

“…… There's no waste, make the most of all its value," the druid's brow jumped a few times as he said this, but Diego continued to spray his saliva so that he had no room to interject, "But we don't kill beasts to capture their souls, we're intelligent creatures, yes, but we're part of nature first, and then something else." When necessary, we will demand from nature what we need, not from the evil enslavement of souls, and these demands will not upset the balance of nature......"

Out of curiosity, Diego had read some shamanic and druidic teachings before crossing over, and in general, the relationship between hunters and the wilderness had a lot in common with the two in some way.

"There is no master-slave relationship between the hunter and the guardian spirit, their status is equal, more like a harmonious symbiosis, the hunters ask for them rather than order them, and the guardian spirits improve their abilities at the request of the hunter, but the guardian spirits will never directly participate in the battle or do anything else for the hunters, and enhancing the hunters' abilities is already the limit of what they can do."

"The spirit of the eagle can make the hunter's shooting more accurate and powerful, the spirit of the cheetah can increase the running speed of the hunter by at least thirty percent, the spirit of the viper can increase the hunter's energy and speed, the spirit of the ape can make the hunter more agile and dodge attacks...... different beast spirits can make hunters get different ability improvements, but few hunters can collect all beast spirits, because this is often unavoidable, not all beasts will leave beast souls after death, but few hunters kill lives in order to catch beast spirits, You'll only get a Wraith instead of a Guardian Spirit......"

Through the campfire, Masrae Bearskin listened quietly to Diego's tale, his spell eyes apparently able to see things that humans couldn't. He saw that next to Diego, the cheetah's soul was like Guan Haifa, lazily curled up, looking very comfortable.

"I think you're right, Master!" The druid elves saluted Diego as if they were facing a true druid.

……

Note: Actually, the tooth of the broken tooth is intact in the game, and I have been wondering about this problem for a long time, but in this story, we need it to be broken, who made it a broken tooth......