Chapter 155 Milk? Cow milk?
Charlemagne and Emeril looked at each other and asked, "How is it, do you want to go in and have a look?"
Emeril bowed his head and pondered for a few seconds, then nodded and said, "Go, if there are any descendants left in Dakar, we are obliged to preserve them. After all, these cubs are innocent."
Charlemagne didn't refute, but just nodded slightly, and while maintaining the light technique with his left hand, he drew out the black dagger at his waist with his right hand to defend himself.
Although Dakar is dead, if there are really its cubs inside, God knows if there will be his spouse in the depths of the cave... Speaking of it, it was impossible to judge from Dakar's shattered lower body just now. Is this a male or a female.
Because Charlemagne wanted to maintain the lighting spell, Emmoreel, who was holding the moon blade, walked in front at this time. As for the eagle claw, she was still behind her back. After all, Emeril was not born with a long weapon.
Following the meow of a small cat, they walked into the cave. The two did not find the Dakar spouse here, but found three cubs who hadn't opened their eyes in a specially piled straw pile.
These poor little guys may be hungry, they instinctively opened their mouths and let out immature screams. The three little creatures are still arching around in the straw pile, probably looking for their mother.
From this scene, it is basically certain that Dakar is a female. If it is a male, there should be a leopard mother nearby to provide breast milk for these little guys, but... ahem, the father of the little guys is not there at this time In this cave, I don't know where I went.
But the three barking little leopards made it a bit difficult for the two of them. They originally planned to leave here the way they came, but if they took these three little guys with them, they would obviously not be able to maintain stealth.
After a long time of consideration, Emeril made a suggestion, "How about I go outside and summon Xue Yu, and let him report to Vastedan?"
"Can it work? This kind of dense fog is very bad for birds, right?"
And with the movement of the giant eagles flying, as long as Cohen lands with the three giant eagles, it will inevitably arouse the vigilance of the surrounding Kovaldir, which means that the three of them must take off and leave here again in the shortest time, otherwise the massive The Hulk could drown them all with a single spit.
Fortunately, the mission has been completed and ready to evacuate. If it landed directly in Mingkou Qianwan when it came, it would be pure death.
Although this method has some risks, Charlemagne couldn't bear to look at the three poor little leopards in front of him, and finally agreed to Emmoreel's proposal.
When Immorel went out to invite Xueyu to deliver the letter, Charlemagne took out his spare casual clothes from the magic backpack, carefully packed the three little guys in and wrapped them up.
"Be patient for a while, and I will take you to your new home later."
It's a pity that the little guys are still screaming because of hunger. Charlemagne still can't solve this problem, and there is no milk on his body.
Although the tauren with thick eyebrows and big eyes couldn't help being excited when he saw the eagle claws on Immerel's back, facing the hulks swarming around him, this guy could only restrain his inner impulse and signal The two immediately boarded the bird and evacuated.
Charlemagne and Immorel were also unambiguous, and jumped onto their respective mounts at the fastest speed, and quickly lifted into the air under the flapping of the powerful wings of the three giant eagles. What greeted them was the fish projected by the hulks below. Forks, fishing nets, and unintelligible shouts.
"Hahaha! These idiots haven't reacted fast enough. It's not so easy to catch the giant eagle that has already taken off!"
Amidst Cohen's mocking sound, the giant eagle under him flew away the fishing net covering it with just a wave of its wings, and the three of them quickly broke through the thick fog and flew towards the distance amidst the shouts of the Hulks jumping angrily.
Originally, Charlemagne planned to go back to Vasdidan to find some yak milk to feed the three little leopards, but in this situation, if they landed directly in this Vrykul village, it might bring some food to the local residents. trouble.
The three of them flew directly in the direction of the Thunder Totem, but they wronged the three hungry little leopards. Fortunately, it didn't take long to fly to the Thunder Totem at the speed of a giant eagle.
In order to avoid the impact of the strong wind in the sky on the little leopard, Charlemagne simply took off his leather armor and put the little ones into his arms.
The little leopards still didn't get breast milk after screaming for a while, maybe they were tired from screaming, so they fell asleep again in Charlemagne's warm arms.
Along the way, Cohen was uncharacteristically honest and calm. Against the strong wind at high altitude, he asked the two of them about the situation of Eagle Claw and the battle process in a loud voice with excitement.
But the two of them who had just experienced a big battle were very tired. After pushing back and explaining slowly, it was hard for the chattering tauren to shut up.
Since arriving at the Marksman's camp in the morning, Charlemagne has gone through a series of incidents throughout the day and has already been exhausted. If he was not afraid of falling from the giant eagle to die without a place to die, he might be able to sleep in mid-air with.
Thanks to his longing for Alleria and the stimulation of the icy cold wind, he managed to survive the time on the giant eagle, and the three of them landed on the ground of the Thunder Totem before dawn the next morning. Upper platform.
To Charlemagne's surprise, he originally thought that the four chiefs had already gone to rest at this time, but he didn't expect that when the three of them landed, they found that the chiefs were still waiting for their return on the upper platform.
As soon as the three got off the giant eagle, the most impatient Naig ran over immediately. Although the three chiefs behind him were a step behind him, the expressions on the faces of the four were almost the same. The eagle's claw that was taken down by Emeril and held in both hands.
Ulan, who was usually very stable, was encouraged by the three chiefs at this time, and with trembling hands, he took the spear, an artifact passed down from generation to generation by the Gaoling tribe, from Immeril.
In addition to Cohen, Charlemagne and Emeril felt a little helpless when the five burly tauren gathered in a group. They were very tired after staying up all night, regardless of these excited chiefs. Under the leadership of the two, they walked to the rooms assigned to them respectively.
Before going to bed, Charlemagne still hadn't forgotten the three little guys in his arms, and asked the cow to find some milk for the little leopards so that they wouldn't starve to death. Seeing the cow nodding respectfully and taking the little leopards, she fell down on the bed.
Charlemagne, who was gradually falling into a deep sleep under the warm quilt, finally had a strange question in his mind, ‘I don’t know what the milk produced by these cows is called...milk? '
(end of this chapter)