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Whew-

Regardless, Al finally passed the final test of the circus and was offered a long-term contract. Silent about Paul Di's final test, the next day, Rooney Sr. took Al to familiarize himself with the steps of taming the beast.

Taming beasts is a complete destruction of monsters from body to soul. A haughty, free soul who, after a futile struggle, will eventually succumb to grief, hunger, fatigue, and fear, and become a tool for the circus to earn gold.

It was an experience that Al will never forget.

Rooney pulled the trap, and the ground around the wooden frame where the griffin landed was quickly covered with sharp blades and steel spears, and then asked El to hang large chunks of tender lamb on the rope nets surrounding the alloy fence.

When everything was ready, Rooney opened the cage door, walked to the griffin and sat down cross-legged, and confronted the monster through the sharp knife array.

On the first day, the griffin was dismissive of everything in front of him. From the moment it was restrained by the trap laid down by Rooney, it showed a fierce and ferocious bird of prey temperament. The two powerful talons kept scratching, shaking the enchanted chains that bound it, and there were bursts of grief and desolation from their mouths, and the eyes of the hateful eagle were fixed on the eyes of the beast trainer, hoping to break it into pieces.

And Warcraft's actions were only exchanged for Rooney's disdainful sneer.

The enraged monster pounced on him again and again, but was dragged back by the chain again and again, and fell heavily to the ground. The futile pounced on it, draining its physical strength little by little, and its wings were scarred by the sharp blades around it.

Night falls. It was bitterly cold inside the tent that was lifted from all sides. Rooney lit a fire on the edge of the field. Under the firelight. The beast's eyes were blood-red, and he glared angrily at the ill-intentioned beast tamer. Rooney's cloudy eyes remained the same, calmly confronting the griffin.

The next day, the griffon, who had not slept all night, became even more angry and impatient. When the trainer set up a grill on the fire, and the smell of bubbling lamb rose to his nose, he faintly felt hunger in his belly. The griffin spread its wings and pounced ferociously on the enemy, but was still pulled back by the chains. The strong wind of the bulging wings stirred the flames, setting off an even stronger aroma of meat. The griffin was so hungry that he pecked at the chains with his beak!

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! With the splashing sparks, there is a string of explosions. The vulture's beak was drenched in blood, and the griffin seemed to be unaware of the pain, pecking frantically all the time.

Blood, little by little. Before you know it, another day has passed.

The exhausted griffin crouched on the wooden frame and was about to close his eyes and rest, when Rooney smirked and pulled the mechanism. Squeak - The wooden frame, which had been fixed straight, suddenly swayed violently back and forth, and the griffon crouching on it hurriedly spread its wings to maintain its balance.

The swaying wooden frame gradually subsided. As soon as the relaxed griffin closed its eyes, Rooney shamelessly moved the mechanism.

Two days and two nights passed. Unable to eat, drink, or sleep like this, Rooney wears down its wildness and will little by little in the confrontation with the griffin, so that its awe of the animal trainer continues to accumulate.

Another night came, surrounded by the boundless darkness, the demonic beast's anger dissipated little by little, but Rooney did not dare to relax, he was afraid that the slightest mistake would be wasted.

When the bell was delivered for the third time in the morning, the eagle's beak was covered with black and hard blood scabs, and the blood even blocked the nostrils, the anger gathered in the eyes dissipated, and the weak body seemed to be unable to drag the heavy chains any longer, and the eyes full of golden luster were half-squinted, as if they would fall asleep at any moment.

Rooney still moved the mechanism from time to time, teasing it. Unable to bear it, the griffin's anger condensed again, but it was no longer sharp. The hoarse screams are less confident and deterrent, and more sad and helpless.

A cold wind struck, and the griffon's feathers looked old and disheveled, and it was impossible to find the look of the proud man of the sky in the past.

- Its physical strength and will are on the verge of collapse.

Another cold night has arrived. At Rooney's arrangement, El manipulated Gaulon to pull the cage containing the tamed Earthwalker to the tent. At the request of the beast tamer, Al threw in a piece of fresh meat. The earth dragon began to howl hard. The griffin clutched its feathers and crouched in cringe on the swaying wooden frame, so lonely and helpless.

After eating and drinking, the howl of the dragon beast became more and more fierce. The griffon's body began to tremble visibly. Eyre, who was hiding in the darkness, could clearly see a hint of pity in the griffon's eyes.

Rooney withdrew his sword, chanting the mantra of the trainer, and cautiously approached the griffon, reaching out and gently stroking its head. The griffin stopped struggling to peck, allowing glittering talismans to slide down its head and fly down its slender neck toward its broad back.

The griffon stretched out tamely, its eyes shining with gentleness and obedience. Walking around the griffon, Rooney lifted the tender lamb again, and the griffin slammed into his mouth.

Boom! The rune aperture that had reconverged on top of the griffin's head exploded, and the beast was tamed!

A proud and free soul vanished, and Al couldn't help but sigh as he witnessed the whole process.

Rooney's physical strength was also on the verge of exhaustion, so he briefly explained a few words to Al and fell asleep.

This sleep was three days and three nights.

These three days were a rare good day for Al. The little goblin not only removed the scabs on Gao Lun's body for the first time, but also didn't have to eat the smelly griffin eggs again. He also took the time to meet with Pique and gave the freaks in the garbage valley a lube for a while.

The little freak gave him another goody thing - "solder ball".

High-grade Gaolun is an extremely important extension component, and the sealed welding fuse inside can automatically repair the subtle wounds and wear inside and outside the machine, which is a key component to maintain its good condition.

The so-called expansion part refers to the upgrade part that is not the basic configuration of Gaolun. In other words, there are no weld balls in the body of the Gaolun that is generally sold in the workshop store.

Al was tempted to equip his Hill King, but decided to talk about it later, considering that too much of a dense acquisition would make everyone suspicious, so he decided to talk about it later.

As an assistant to the beast trainer, Al's main job is to serve these monster masters. Feeding, bathing, and walking on time have become his daily work.

Feeding and bathing are fine, leading a huge monster around the circus. It's crazy. Think about it. Warcraft, who have eaten and slept all day long, have a chance to let off steam. It's not enough, it's hard to toss. Often out of the cage, it is as if they have been beaten with chicken blood, dragging El Gaolun all the way.

In that scene, I don't know if it was a person walking a dog or a dog walking a person. In the end, the chase turned into a tug-of-war, and the little goblins used their strength to eat milk in order to drag the uncles who had had enough of playing back to the cage.

If you want to say that Al's favorite is still Paul Di. As long as he poured the clams he liked into the fish tank, Paul would eat quietly and never find the slightest trouble.

On the performance and treatment of Emperor Paul. Al also didn't believe that the massage stick card was just a prank by Rooney Sr. Its meaning must not be as boring as you think. It's a pity that Paul the octopus can't speak goblin language, and Al doesn't understand the language of sea monsters, and the questions in his heart have never been solved.

As the days passed, and as Al was busy bathing a huge shield-skinned elephant with his brush in high hands, the Colosseum's show was also staged in anticipation of the gamblers.

At this time, the fierce battle in the arena was in full swing, and the cheers could not be stopped even by the tall walls, and they easily overflowed the arena and floated in all directions.

Unlike the Colosseum, which is full of atmosphere, the streets are sparsely lit with well-dressed goblin merchants sweating profusely. They pinched their pocket watches as they kept glancing at the towering Colosseum. The mouth kept shouting, urging the guy to move the goods piled up in front of the door into the store.

With the last bang. The Colosseum, which had been noisy for a long time, finally quieted down. The faces of the guys changed drastically, and they didn't care about tidying up, so they hurriedly rushed into the store like a whirlwind around the bosses, followed by the sound of the door closing all over the street.

Soon, the chaotic streets suddenly disappeared with a ghost.

Squeak –

No sooner had the heavy door of the arena opened than foul language erupted from the sky with scraps of paper. In addition to tearing up the gambling slip in his hand, gamblers who guess the winner can only vent their anger with cursing.

The stalls that had not had time to clean up became a punching bag for gamblers, and by the time the rioting crowd ran over the streets, there were not even cockroaches left in Fat Gut Alley that could only twitch their legs.

The vendor hiding behind the door patted his chest and let out a sigh, and before he had time to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead, he was full of joy and calculated how much he had earned today.

But after all, they are just some street vendors, and if you want to count the money and count the cramps, it is the one in front of you.

"Whoahahaha—" The fat goblin sitting on the marble throne stared at the accounts handed over by the old accountant, and smiled with yellow teeth.

"Lao Tzu gritted his teeth and lost most of the year, and the poor eye was about to be squeezed out, so what I was waiting for was not today!"

The pet attendant next to him flattered and sent a smile: "Master, good means!" Not only did it return on its original cost once, but it also made ten times the profit. ”

"Haha!" The fat goblin wrapped in a gorgeous robe trembled with the fat on his chin and smiled proudly: "This is the trick of business!" Remember, if you want to be the last one left at the table, you have to learn to lose beautifully! ”

"The old man is wise!" The pet waiter rolled his eyes and asked, "What should I do?" ”

Shaking the jewel ring as large as a dragon's eye between his fingers, and glancing at the green-skinned butcher who was lying in a pool of blood with a painful face, the fat goblin whispered in a voice that only he could hear, "Make a hero, and destroy him with your own hands." ”

The conversation on the high platform continued, and in the unnoticed corner, the four Gao Lun operators were whispering to each other.

"It's over, it's all over! My coming-of-age ceremony is in vain! Gowa wept with a wrinkled face, like a badly dehydrated green-haired turtle.

"I really didn't expect that the 'green-skinned butcher', who had won 99 games in a row, would die like this?" Blue kept smacking his lips. I thought it was an unsurprising victory, but it ended in an upset.

"Phew! I've lost a lot of money, too! Kaba cursed hatefully.

"Doesn't seem like anyone guessed right? In this way...... "Gowa seems to have caught something," and the 'money-losing Bath', who has always been ridiculed, is the final winner. ”

"And it's the only winner." Everyone sighed for a long time, and Gova suddenly turned his head, "Peake, which side are you pressing?" ”

"I didn't press anyone." Peake smugly stroked Moxie's dry hair.

The Govas boss who lost the last one mocked: "What, you didn't bet? Gee! Pique, are you still a goblin? ”

The little goblin shrugged with a smile, "Hey, hey! Don't forget that I have a brother who is a freak. (To be continued.) )