1:390 Preparing for War in the Dark Night (4)

In the evening, the Elephant Men held a small festival to celebrate Albert's coming of age and welcome the young tigerman, who had just turned sixteen*, to join the Turkic tribe.

(*Note: Orcs are considered adults at the age of sixteen.) Some of the shorter-lived clans will also advance this age of adulthood. Since the patriarch and most of the warriors were absent, the ritual was relatively simple, and after the elephant dance, the elder who presided over the ceremony spoke a few words of the elephant language, which Bediwell did not understand, and began to pick up the paint in his hand and apply it to the tiger's face to complete the painting.

A large blue circle was drawn on Albert's forehead, and his rite of passage was completed.

After that, the crowd began to gather in a circle and feast around the campfire.

A large bowl of meat was placed in front of Bediwell.

"Could this be this" Bedi looked at the bowl of meat, with a sense of foreboding.

"That's right, it's the flesh of the Hydra. Albert looked pleased, sitting beside Bediwell, with a large bowl of meat in one hand and a bottle of liquid in the other, "Eat, as if the people have already treated this to remove the poison." The taste was ok. He grabbed a piece of snake meat and ate it with relish, "It tastes even better with wine." Oh, sorry, forget you're not an adult and can't drink. The tiger grunted and drank with pleasure on his face. Bediwell didn't say anything, just lowered his head and ate the meat of the hydra. The meat was so delicious that it was hard to imagine that it came from the body of a ferocious monster in the swamp.

The meat of Warcraft is delicious. It is probably because they are so powerful that they have almost no natural predators, and what they eat is also creatures that are desperately trying to survive in this harsh natural environment. The flesh of the eater, the eater, and the eaten are refined to a certain extreme height in this harsh nature.

The creatures that are desperately trying to survive in the dark region are actually great and towering.

Bedi looked at the elephant people in the square, and only Pavor was the one he knew. The taciturn elephant man was not easy to talk to. Al was also half-drunk, and began to talk nonsense, and the people were talking nonsense about a whole bunch of languages that Bedi didn't understand.

Boredom, Bediwell looked at the night sky, where there was still a drizzle of rain and dozens of points of light in the air.

Getting closer?

That's not the stars. What is that?

"Ahhhah, Bedi, why are you alone there in a daze? Come on, come on, you drink more!" Albert, who was in a drunken madness, hugged the werewolf boy, no longer remembering that Bedi was not yet an adult, he held Bedi's face, and poured the fruit wine in his hand directly into Bediwell's mouth!

"Stop!hey!-" Bedi tried to resist, but he choked as he spoke, and involuntarily took a sip of wine when he tried to speak.

This is a serious problem. The werewolf boy, who had never drunk alcohol in his life, only felt that the liquor began to explode in his throat, making him spin around.

"Uhhh

When Bediwell woke up again, it was the early hours of the next morning.

He was surprised to find himself in a cage.

The hangover gave him a splitting headache, and he thought he had seen visions.

However, all this is an inescapable truth.

A fox man stood in front of Bediwell, triumphant. Of course Bedi knew this guy, he was the patriarch of the fox people, Renard.

But the werewolf boy didn't have time to take care of the foxman. He looked around, looking for the figure of the tiger boy.

"No need to look for it, the white tiger has already been sent to the research room for surgery. When you escaped, his operation was only half completed, and the other half of the operation will be left to us!" Bediwell's eyes widened and he looked at the fox patriarch with fierce eyes: "What did you do to the people?!What did you do to the El?!" "Where do I dare to attack the people, they are all my most loyal allies!" Patriarch Renard smirked, his fox mouth curling comically as he laughed, "I'm just taking advantage of the fact that they're drunk and drunk to get back [the property] that belongs to me." Nothing remarkable. Bediwell felt a wave of disgust: "Who's your property!damn bastards!we're—" "Hehe!" the fox man unfolded a document. A thin document was printed with a contract that clearly stated:

"It is hereby acknowledged that Albert Robble will be transferred to the Director of the Third Research Institute of the Fox Clan, Patriarch Renard.

Transferor Gilbert Roble. In the lower right corner of the document is Patriarch Roble's signature clearly visible.

Bediwell was speechless. Patriarch Robol did [sell] his son Albert to the foxes. This document has the force of law, and even if people come to find it, it is estimated that it will not be able to resist the cunning Renard.

Bediwell immediately retracted his momentum and asked in a low voice, "What are you going to do to Al ?weishenme must do this to him?" "weishenme?hahaha, don't look at me like this, I'm a great good man! He was originally a useless waste, but after my transformation, he can now become a good warrior!――

You should have seen it, the little kid who couldn't do anything in the first place, after the transformation, can casually launch the beasthood!" The foxes must have buried something in the tiger boy's body and forced him to become a warrior.

"If the experiment is successful, we orcs will be able to have the absolute liliang that crushes everything. Don't be afraid of the human crowd!, you know?" Reynard grinned, his madness worrying Bedeville.

"The only side effect is that these guys are consumables, and they will die of exhaustion after three transformations. Well, three times is enough. There weren't many people who could come back alive from the last three battlefields!" The werewolf boy gasped and was speechless, so he could only watch the fox patriarch leave in a daze.

"Oh, by the way, your disposition will begin soon. You're really an interesting sample, I'm not going to take your body to modify it, that would be too much of a stretch - I'll dissect you anyway, and leave you with only one head to live, and take the rest of the parts to study!hahahahahaha!-" The fox laughed maniacally, left Bediville, and went out on his own.

"Al" Bediwell sighed, he had finally seen that Albert was able to grasp a little happiness, and now he saw that Albert's happiness was about to slip through his fingers.

My heart hurts. The misfortune of a friend is the misfortune of Bediwell, and the sorrow of a friend is the sorrow of Bediwell.

What can he do for his friend?