Chapter 2: White Tiger King City
Wang Xiaohu sat in a small golden mecha that was only three meters high, holding a small golden bow in both hands, the arrow flashed with a dark cyan streamer, his mecha was like a walking small golden bump, the connection was seamless and smooth, it was a brand new golden mecha, and the protective glass on the chest was also glowing with a faint blue light, which was absolutely extraordinary and valuable.
There was a mecha standing beside him, covered in silver, six meters high, the protective glass was also light blue, and behind him was a steel giant knife with a cut head of the knife, the body of the knife was engraved with a white tiger totem, and it was by no means ordinary steel from the perspective of material, and the blade was even more shiny and dazzling. This mecha warrior is Wang Xiaohu's elder brother, Wang Dahu.
Wang Xiaohu stared at the target thirty meters away seriously, and shot it confidently, but the arrow missed and shot outside the wall.
Wang Dahu laughed, and the mecha that was working next to him also heard laughter.
Behind them stood a majestic man in the steel pavilion, his personal armor was shining with gold, like a golden armor god of war from the sky, with a thick and neat beard, a straight face, tiger-like eyes, and silver hair fluttering in the wind, which could be seen from the momentum of this person.
He smiled slightly, and turned to a serious voice to the mecha warriors below: "Little Tigers don't care about their laughter, they also failed to shoot when they were eight years old, and they are confident that they will practice diligently." ”
Wang Xiaohu secretly held his breath, it was not so easy for this brain wave to control the mecha through the nerve conduction system, as a novice, Wang Xiaohu felt very difficult. Wang Xiaohu tried to close his eyes and enter a meditative state, the brain waves flowed back and forth in the mecha's induction program, slowly released, if the brain waves were not well controlled, such a high-quality gold mecha would be difficult to control, although it was only a light mecha.
Eight-year-old Wang Xiaohu knows that it is very difficult for mecha recruits to control mechas, as the little master of White Tiger Wangcheng, he has naturally learned a lot since he was a child, and the level of contact is higher, and the gold mecha can only be owned by the princes, nobles and even the guards of the princes, and the production cost is quite high and expensive, so he cherishes this set of gold mecha treasured in the family, which is the god of his father's youth and used by his brother, but this mecha is only suitable for petite races or children between seven and ten years old because the cockpit is very small.
Wang Xiaohu held his breath and tried his best to relax, according to what the master taught, Wang Xiaohu felt as if he had captured a trace of feeling, his fingers moved slightly, shot out, and secretly prayed, this time he must have shot, it was already the fifteenth arrow.
"Haha......" Wang Xiaohu's eyes didn't open before he heard Wang Dahu's laughter, "Brother, I don't think you have any talent for archery, so let's learn knife from me."
"I want to learn!" Wang Xiaohu, nicknamed Xiaohu, Xiaohu muttered. Wang Dahu's nickname is Dahu. The big tiger is very handsome, while the little tiger is very cute, and he must be a handsome guy in the future.
"Boom!" suddenly heard the sound of a mecha falling to the ground outside.
Wang Taishan turned around sharply, and saw a mecha soldier hurrying behind him, and the soldier hurriedly reported: "Domain master, the patrol team is back, it's just ......"
"Speak quickly!"
"It's just, come back alone!"
"Ah!" Wang Taishan, the wind under his feet, like thunder and lightning, came to the north gate, and saw that Bai Yan was lying on the ground dying, and the conventional medium-sized iron mecha was pierced with a big hole.
"White-eyed, what's going on?"
"Zero...... Mecha Zero ......"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Wang Taishan shook his head, "What attacked you?"
"It's Mecha Zero......"
"Isn't it a bearman? a bearman can also tear mechs. ”
While he was talking, the big tiger, the little tiger and other cadres all ran over, and saw Bai Yan lying on the ground dying, all with serious expressions on their faces.
"Zero, Zero!" Seeing everyone running over, Bai Yan tilted his head and swallowed his last breath unwillingly.
"Zero?" Madame Wang looked at Wang Taishan in surprise.
Wang Taishan shook his head helplessly, expressed disbelief, turned to everyone and said, "Bury the white eyes first!"
Mrs. Wang said, "What kind of funeral is held?"
Wang Taishan glanced at Mrs. Wang and said firmly: "The funeral of the deserter!"
"Why?"
Wang Taishan said coldly: "Because, the zero mecha has disappeared for more than eight hundred years, and he is an excuse to give up his companions." ”
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The funeral took place on a mound in a stone forest outside the city, and a pile of firewood was lit and a raging fire burned.
Wang Tai raised the steel giant sword in his hand and pondered, and there were words in his mouth: "I am the White Tiger King, the Northern Domain Lord, guarding the ancient battlefield and the entire north. According to the laws of the Iron Dynasty I, I judged that the white eyes betrayed their companions and were simply cremated. ”
After the funeral, everyone stepped on their battle mecha and returned to the White Tiger King City, Bai Yan was an ordinary mecha soldier, as for the middle-aged soldier and the squad leader, I am afraid that they have been buried under the bear man's knife.
As soon as Xiaohu returned to the cockpit, the ten-meter-tall heavy silver mecha patted his golden mecha on the shoulder, and asked in a deep voice, "Do you know why the most resistant cremation was carried out?"
"Big Tiger said he was a traitor. ”
"Do you know what I'm reading?"
"A ritual, of course. ”
"Father, does Mecha Zero really exist?"
Wang Taishan hesitated for a moment and replied: "Of course not, that was eight hundred years ago, impossible." How can a fugitive tell the truth?"
"Father, but we didn't investigate and confirm it!"
"There is no need to confirm such a thing, they just died under the sword of the bear man!"
Wang Xiaohu nodded thoughtfully, in Wang Xiaohu's little heart, perhaps the last frightened expression in the white eyes did not seem like a lie, a child's intuition.
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It was a long way to return to the White Tiger King City from the mound, and when he stepped through an ancient wooden jungle, the mecha soldiers who were walking in front stopped, and everyone saw a behemoth beside the ditch where he stopped, it was a dead giant elephant, the giant elephant was ten meters high, and the huge fangs were broken, and it was covered in dried blood.
And not far from the giant elephant there is a giant white tiger corpse, the white tiger is ten meters long, much smaller than the giant elephant, look at the tusks on the corner of the corpse's mouth, it is two giant beasts have a desperate fight. And beside the white tiger crawled two little tigers, one black and one white, and the wails of confusion echoed around. The tiger cub is only the size of two adult cats, and can barely crawl.
Dahu said: "Since they have lost their mother, they will not live long in this cruel wilderness, so it is better to give them a good time." ”
"No, no!" stopped Xiaohu.
Wang Taishan looked at his two sons through the baffle and said: "The white tiger is the symbol of our family, it can't be killed, you two have one by one, train them to become your guardian beasts, but once they die, you have to bury them with your own hands, they are the symbol of the Wang family, and they are the sacred beasts of the north." ”
Xiaohu picked up the white tiger, stared at the white tiger's big crystal eyes and liked it very much, hugged in the arms of the golden mecha, and said that it was magical, the white tiger was honestly held by him, as if he had found a new home. The little black tiger in the big tiger silver mecha was also well-behaved, licking the silver arm of the big tiger mecha, with a well-behaved face......