Vincent beckoned to the big cat and motioned for it to follow him back, and the big cat obviously really surrendered, and honestly followed behind Vincent. This made Vincent, who had always been very vigilant, quietly relieved, and Vincent had always been worried that the big cat was cheating, and secretly noticed in his heart that as long as it moved, he would risk transforming. There was no way, he was already exhausted now, and if he hadn't happened to fall on its back just now, he would not be the opponent of this big cat with his bare hands.

The big cat followed Vincent, lying quietly next to the campfire, and the warm feeling in the room made it can't help but take a nap. Amis looked at the big cat in front of her with joy and fear, and wanted to pet it, but her heart was scared. Vincent still didn't know if the big cat was really submissive, so naturally he wouldn't let Amis get too close to it, and after telling her to go to bed early, he went to another room to peel off the fur of the dead big cat.

Vincent had to make two cloaks overnight, not because Vincent's needlework was good, but because the cloak was too easy to make. All you need to do is cut the approximate size, and then a simple cloak is ready for a hat. The natural pattern on the fur is both beautiful and generous, and this big cat is so big that after making a cloak for herself and Amis, there is still a lot of leftovers.

Vincent looked at the pile of leftovers on the ground, and then at the big cat lying there sleeping, and he had an idea to make a saddle out of them. Vincent said he would do it, and it wasn't long before a saddle with a tiger skin pattern appeared in Vincent's hand, and he found two steel bars, bent them into triangles, and made the two stirrups.

Vincent kicked the big cat with his foot, motioned for it to stand up, and then he put the saddle on it, and then fastened it with two straps, and rode it himself, and it was quite good. Vincent smiled with satisfaction, but the big cat was not happy, and whimpered at Vincent with dissatisfaction, as if to blame him for mistreating it.

Looking at the big cat's appearance of trying to resist, Vincent's heart was cold, and the transformation of the Remnant Wing Tyrant was completed in an instant. A sky-high momentum rose from Vincent's body, and a living black evil energy filled the room, especially the pair of wings behind him, leaving several black bands of light behind him as it flapped.

Animals are obviously much more sensitive to coercion than humans, and as soon as Vincent's transformation appeared, the big cat was slumped on all fours in fright, and his eyes looked at the man on his back in horror. Vincent's transformation was instantaneous, and he quickly returned to his original state, but Vincent knew that the way he transformed just now would deeply leave a terrifying shadow on this big cat.

There was no need to worry about the big cat resisting, he sat back by the campfire and looked at the time, there were still about five hours before dawn. Amis slipped back into Vincent's arms the moment he sat down, as if she would feel very insecure if she wasn't in Vincent's arms.

Vincent had nothing to do, and he couldn't sleep anyway, so he took out an atlas from his backpack, which was the specific information of the mutated creatures of the European wilderness that the adventurers who were messing around in the European wilderness had exchanged their lives for. It contains a record of the general strength, work and rest habits, and range of activities of 76 known mutated creatures.

And according to the strength of them from weak to strong, they are divided into 8 strength levels from F, E, D, C, B, A, S, SS. F refers to a mutant creature that does not have any danger, E is a certain danger, D is a mutant creature that has a certain danger and will actively attack humans, C is very dangerous, it is best not to fight it alone, B is very dangerous, you must work as a team to compete with it, and the individual is not an opponent.

A is very dangerous, try to avoid it, S is extremely dangerous, do not enter their range of activities, SS is a symbol of fear, disaster......

Vincent looked through the album boredly, and finally saw the introduction of this big cat on the last page, the SS-class mutant creature, the dreadclaw tiger, is a mutant beast of the Siberian tiger that migrated to the European continent after the disaster, invulnerable, its 20-centimeter-long giant claws can easily tear apart steel plates, hence the name. In one case, a dreadclaw tiger accidentally broke into a settlement controlled by a large group of thieves, and the heavily armed settlement was slaughtered by the dread-clawed tiger, leaving more than 1,000 people in the settlement without survival.

Vincent looked at the big cat lying there in a deep sleep again with a slight surprise, feeling a fear in his heart, obviously when this dreadclaw tiger was dealing with himself just now, because of coincidence, he didn't exert his full strength at all, and he may not even have exerted one-tenth of his strength. No wonder it feels so wronged, and it will feel wronged if it is changed.

You must know that there are only 78 species of mutant beasts found in the entire European wilderness, 5 species of A-class, 3 types of S-class, and only one type of Dreadclaw Tiger of SS-level. I didn't expect my luck to be so good, this almost unmet beast allowed me to meet two in one night.

After a period of cranky thoughts in his head, Vincent fell asleep in a daze, and by the time Vincent woke up again, the sky was already slightly bright. He opened his eyes and felt little Amis snoring in his arms before he looked around reassuringly.

Suddenly, he noticed that the dreadclaw tiger he had subdued yesterday was gone, and the place where it had been lying was empty. Vincent was secretly annoyed, anyway, he had already memorized its smell, and he would go to find it after breakfast later, and repair it at the expense of transforming.

At that moment, Vincent faintly heard a cracking sound from outside the house, and he slowly paced to the door, where he saw the dreadclawed tiger lying on the snow in the doorway, biting an elk that he didn't know when it had caught. According to its size, an elk is a matter of a meal, but fortunately, such a beast is fine after eating a meal for 3 or 5 days without eating anything.

Looking at the cute look of it when it ate, Vincent smiled lightly, it seemed that he had just blamed it.

Perhaps hearing Vincent's laughter, the dreadclaw tiger glanced up at Vincent lightly, and let out a low growl, as if to say good morning to Vincent, after which it continued to bow its head and fight with its breakfast.

Vincent then looked at it for a while, then turned around and entered the house, smiling at Amis, who was still asleep: "Little lazy pig, it's time to get up, after breakfast, we will go to the nearby settlement to replenish the food, and by the way, find out the whereabouts of those mutant zombies." ”