1:369 Erosion of the Fallen Heaven (3)

The next morning. The territory of the Fangs.

"Give this back to me?" Bediwell looked at Albert incredulously, the tiger boy holding Bedi's left arm prosthetic.

"Yesterday when you saw me turn into that kind of thing, and you still gave me back my left hand, aren't you afraid that I will suddenly attack?" "If you want to attack me, there are countless opportunities before. Albert had a smile on his face, he wasn't afraid at all, "But I know you won't attack us casually." You're here for peace, aren't you. You won't run away until you have achieved your goal, and you won't hurt anyone. "Tigerman boy Albert saw through the naïve Bediwell. Even if he gives Bedi a weapon in hand, the werewolf boy is still a harmless creature.

"Come on, I'll put it on for you. Albert said.

Bediwell took off his shirt suspiciously, watched as the other man took his prosthetic leg and thrust it, twisted it, and clicked it against the interface on his left shoulder.

"Whew. The nerve was connected again, and Bedi suddenly felt a sharp pain in his arm. When the pain had passed, he tried to move his left arm, and the palm of his hand opened and closed a few times, and the reaction was as good as before.

"What a clever machine. The foxes can't even take it apart and study it, hehe. The tigerman looked at the werewolf's silver metal prosthetic. He'd been studying it for days, but he still had a keen interest in it.

"This is what the mage did for me. It seems to be some kind of memory metal. In short, it's better than using it without an arm. Bediwell subconsciously defended his arm, as if he was afraid that Albert would pounce on him and snatch his arm again.

The tiger boy picked up the scones on the side and swallowed them in one gulp, "Come on, we're going hunting." "Hunting Warcraft?" "Yes. I've already eaten what I hunted last time, so I'm going to hunt a big one this time. Albert grinned.

Bediwell's doubts deepened. As a captive, he should not be trusted like this. Is he really that trustworthy?

Ten minutes later, he and Albert, led by five or six tiger hunters, came to the outskirts. When Albert handed the bow and arrow to Bediwell, Bediwell hesitated again: "Do you really believe me, aren't you afraid that I will put a cold arrow in your back?" "Bediwell, didn't you ask me last night, [Are we friends] this question?" Albert said, "I can't answer you directly. All I can tell you is that making friends starts with trusting each other. If I decide to believe in you, then I have to believe you to the end from the beginning.

If you really put a cold arrow in my back, then I'll regret it at that time. "Are you stupid?" said Bedi with a glare, but he still reached for his bow and arrows.

"Perhaps. Albert smiled mysteriously, "But I believe that being a [fool] is happier than being a [smart person]." "This tiger boy sees things differently, he sees deeper, farther and more carefully.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the dark area was far from dawn, and everything was silent in the dark night, which was the time when the monsters came out to forage for food in the darkness before dawn.

A monitor lizard, covered in black skin and almost blending into the night, was crawling on the desolate surface, trying to find a small berry to eat from the sparse bushes.

The amount of food is pitifully small, but this small ten-foot-long monster is adept at maximizing the nutrients of its food, and can sustain its activity throughout the day by eating a small amount.

Just as the monitor lizard ate the berries, the ground where it was located suddenly sank, and the bullfrog, which had been a huge trap, devoured the monitor lizard whole.

The trap bullfrog's mouth is full of sharp needles, and its mouth has a special structure that allows it to use high-speed rotation to crush food instantly. In this way, it crushed the swallowed monitor lizard into minced meat and swallowed it into its stomach.

However, the bullfrog did not finish its breakfast comfortably, and was immediately decapitated by another giant dark mantis. The two sharp arms of the dark mantis cut through the prey with ease, and how many prey died under its knife like this.

However, before the dark mantis could eat its breakfast, it was immediately crushed to the ground by a huge black owl, and its head was pecked off in an instant. The insect's red compound eyes were torn apart by the bird's sharp claws, like stained glass shards scattered all over the ground.

The black owl was about to eat its breakfast when he was shot in the eye by an arrow. Having lost an eye, it was about to fly away when a cold light swept in, splitting off one of the black owl's wings.

It swept with its other wing, intending to drive the surrounding enemies away for some distance first, but it did not expect that the enemies had already thrown heavy chains. One grabbed the black owl's left leg, one grabbed its right, and the other wrapped around the wing it swept out. The three forces pulled together, and the black owl was pulled so that he fell forward involuntarily!

The werewolf boy had already rushed forward and turned into a giant beast, tearing off the hand knife of the dark mantis with one hand, and slamming it up in the direction where the black owl fell! Ten feet long, the sharp blade pierced directly into the black owl's head, resulting in the life of the giant bird!

"Whew, whew, whew. Bedivel took a few steps back and took a breath, the hunt was a success, wasn't it? the meat of the huge black owl (though not very tasty) should have enough to feed the village of the Vicious Tooth for a week.

"Well done, Bedi. Albert said, smiling and walking over and patting the werewolf boy on the shoulder.

"You can't help me, but you don't know how to help!" said Bediwell, feigning annoyance, but he couldn't help but laugh inwardly.

"Hehe, how could I possibly help. Wouldn't it be a loss of life if something happened?" Albert sneered. But his smile instantly stopped.

He looked at Bediwell's right arm, and immediately trembled and took a few steps back, as if he had seen a flood beast.

"Uh, what's wrong with you, Albert?" asked Bediwell, puzzled.

"You, your hand" "Oh, is this one? just a little scrape. Bediwell waved his hand casually, there was a small wound on his hand, which should have been caught by the thorns of some magical beast in the scuffle just now.

Due to the toxicity of the spines, the wound did not seem to have healed, and the blood that flowed out stained a large area of his arm, staining the silver wolf's silver fur bright red.

"Oh, shit—" Albert just glanced at it unconsciously, and immediately fainted.

This sudden change startled Bedwell: "What?!Albert!-"