Chapter 431 Leica [Thanks to the Leader Hejian Suohu for the Extra Update]

Chapter 431 Laika [Thanks to Hejian_Shouhu’s leader, additional update]

All this came and went quickly, like a blurred illusion.

As the clouds collapsed, the dazzling sunshine dispelled the cold chill. The enemies from the sea stepped on the crumbling ice and evacuated the coast, leaving behind corpses all over the ground.

The majestic storm also began to move. Its speed seemed very slow, but in the blink of an eye it left the scope of the Morrowind Barrier and moved towards the depths of the sea. A large amount of sea water was sucked up by it and thrown into the air. , drenched in icy heavy rain.

The storm was not naturally formed. It contained chaotic and violent ether currents. However, after the clouds collapsed, the intensity of the ether in it also declined. It seemed that the storm would completely dissipate soon.

Boluogo looked at the desperate cliff behind him. There were many fortifications erected on the steep cliff. Many figures appeared behind the fortifications. They were wearing clothes similar to Palmer's to show their ancient status.

"Does this count as overtime? Is there overtime pay?"

Aimu stood beside Boluogo, with his hands on his hips.

After working, Aimu discovered that money is a very important thing in this world, even if he is an alchemy doll.

Boluogo had a serious discussion with her, "We count it as vacation, so there should be no overtime pay."

"ah?"

Aimu's expression collapsed, as if he was sulking, and he raised his foot and crushed a wind-eroded bird that was not dead yet.

"Where's Palmer?"

Boluogo looked around for Palmer, and then saw him on the cliff. Palmer was hanging on the cliff, talking to other people, and it seemed that he had met an acquaintance.

"It's so weird, here..."

Boluogo scanned around and found that in such a short period of time, the storm had retreated to the end of the sea level and would disappear before his eyes soon.

"It's weird, look at these soldiers."

Aimu took off the visors one after another, revealing the same face, "They all look the same."

Seeing this, Boluogo's eyes became serious. He was not worried about the Night Clan's problems. He must know that he had a blood alliance with a Night Clan lord, and that Night Clan lord was Sere Vilelis. The king's heir.

With Sere's bloodline, if the Night King dies on the throne of eternal night, Sere is destined to be the next Night King. However, judging from Sere's normal life, it is obvious that he does not care about power. Don't care.

Maybe Sere has pursued power, but in his long life, power has become a boring toy for Sere, not even as happy as dancing on a pole for a moment.

There are not many things that can make Boluogo feel in awe, and the unknown is one of them.

The Night Clan was not an unknown existence to Boluoge, so he didn't care. However, the weirdness and mystery of these black-armored soldiers made Boluoge extremely vigilant.

Boluogo patrolled the battlefield, trying to find a few survivors. He was looking through the corpses, trying to get more useful information.

The wind gradually picked up, and Palmer landed. He felt a little tired. Staying in the air for a long time was a big drain on Palmer, but returning to a familiar home was always a joy.

On the corpses here, Palmer still had a heartless smile on his face. This scene actually had a bit of avant-garde art flavor.

Borlog asked, "What the hell is going on?"

"I only asked about the general situation. The situation is similar to what Church said..."

Waves of deep and powerful roars interrupted Palmer's narration.

Turning his head, he saw a lion almost two meters tall running towards the edge of the coast, its gray hair dancing wildly in the wind, and its sharp claws stamping pits in the ground.

"Is the battle not over yet?"

Berrogo muttered, raising the gravel beneath his feet, the deadly python awaiting command.

But before Bologe could take action, Palmer actually beat Bologg one step ahead and killed him. This surprised Bologg because when he and Palmer acted together, Palmer took almost everything Delegate the job to yourself.

"You are a violent maniac anyway, so I will leave my share of enemies to you."

Palmer said solemnly, and gave Burlogo a thumbs up to admire Burlogo's enthusiasm for work.

"What a hell..."

Bologo sighed, and then something even more damning happened.

Palmer didn't have any intention of resisting and collided directly with the lion. Aimu on the side was already panicking. You must know that Palmer is not good at close combat at all, let alone fighting with such a lion. The bigger lion fought.

The lion pushed Palmer down, and then the two rolled on the beach. Palmer's voice could still be faintly heard... Is this bastard laughing?

"problem occurs!"

Aimu shook Boluogo's arm vigorously. She could no longer understand the development of the incident. It was obviously a trip, why was she involved in the battle? It was okay to be involved in the battle. It was finally over. How could Parr Mo suddenly went crazy and stuffed his head into the lion's mouth.

After experiencing various incidents, the special operations team has not reduced its personnel, but is it going to fall into disrepair? How can I explain to Lebius this time?

The ideas of young people are always wonderful, not to mention Aimu, who is still underage in theory. She has already imagined Palmer's sad life based on the books she has read.

Aimee had read in a book that a guy like Palmer who looked happy on the outside might be very dark inside and troubled by depression for many years.

Could it be that Palmer witnessed this scene and had a depression attack, thinking that dying in his hometown might not be a good thing, so he fulfilled his wish here?

The lion pounced on Palmer, and its huge figure pressed on Palmer, then opened its bloody mouth... and licked Palmer's face.

Palmer felt that his fragile little face was being polished by sandpaper with hundreds of meshes, which was very painful, but he still laughed out loud and reached out to rub the lion's chin vigorously.

It seemed... the situation was not that bad.

Palmer stood up, and with a gentle push, the lion lay on its side, exposing its soft belly, allowing Palmer to do it all over, sticking out his tongue and breathing, like a pleased dog.

Wait a minute... dog?

Blogo recalled what Palmer had told him that night. In Palmer's childhood memories, Blogo learned about his miserable childhood and the origin of the motorcycle's name.

Blogo brought Amy to Palmer's side. Amy was stunned and didn't know what was happening in front of him.

Shouldn't Palmer be buried in the lion's mouth? Why do the two of them look like good brothers, what kind of friendship across species.

"Palmer, this is..."

Blogo slowly pointed to the "lion". Seeing that Blogo was still excited, it opened its mouth to lick him.

"You and it are also acquainted," Palmer said with a beaming face, "We usually ride it a lot when we go out."

Blogo guessed it, but still couldn't believe it.

"Leica?"

Hearing Blogo calling her name, Leica excitedly licked Blogo's face.

...

"Okay, okay, let me sort out the situation."

Berogo wiped the saliva from his face and tried to keep his mind in expert mode instead of being led astray by Palmer.

"A group of night tribes broke through the shackles of the Dawn Oath in unknown ways and escaped from the Land of Eternal Night..."

Palmer continued what Berogo said, "But only a small part of them escaped from the Land of Eternal Night. Most of the night tribes are still trapped in the Land of Eternal Night, so they have repeatedly attacked the Morning Wind Fortress recently and tried to tear up the Dawn Oath."

Berogo said, "Churchi came to the Wind Source Highlands for this. If the Dawn Oath is intact, there should be no missing night tribes."

"Almost... Let's go, see my dad, he should know the whole picture of the matter."

Palmer was too lazy to care about this kind of thing. He came here for a vacation, not to work.

Aime stood behind Berogo. She didn't listen to the conversation between the two, but looked at Leka with curiosity.

In the previous conversation, Palmer repeatedly emphasized that Laika belongs to the phylum Chordata, subphylum Vertebrata, class Mammalia, subclass Eutheria, order Carnivora, suborder Schizopoda, family Canidae...

Abbreviated as "canine", commonly known as "dog".

But Bologo still couldn't believe it. Even if Palmer explained that Laika had eaten all kinds of messy alchemical potions since she was a child, so she grew so big, Bologo still didn't believe it.

Is this really a dog? Wearing a layer of iron armor, it is simply a monster. This is definitely some kind of alchemical biological weapon of the Clerks family!

"If you don't believe it, try this?"

Palmer said as he picked up a broken arm from the beach. This is the broken limb of a black-armored soldier. If it was the Night Clan, it would have been burned clean by now.

Blogo took the broken limb, shook it in front of Laika, and then threw it aside with all his strength. The next second, Laika rushed out like the wind, picked up the broken limb, ran back and spit it in front of Blogo. The huge tail behind him swung back and forth, whizzing like a whip.

"Look!"

Palmer spread his hands, his eyes full of the words "this is a dog".

Blogo gave up arguing with him, reached out and rubbed the big dog's head, and praised, "Good dog."