Chapter 567: The Desperate Pork Chop
The Pork Chop rushed in front of the King of the Qimian Clan and started grabbing wildly.
This move is somewhat similar to the flurry of two swords. It looks random, but in fact it is very organized. The king of the Qimian clan, who only has a heavy saw blade, is in a hurry, barely holding on, and soon he is unable to parry. , several blood marks were scratched on the chest.
“Gah!” the King of the Strange Face Tribe roared angrily.
Stepping on countless corpses of its own kind, it stood out because of its arrogant and violent temper. It couldn't bear this situation of being suppressed, so it simply gave up its defense, wielding a saw blade and started attacking the pig chop.
The steel claws clawed at the chest and abdomen of the King of the Strange Face Clan, and its saw blade also struck at the top of the pig's head.
“Meow!”
Pork Chop lowered his head slightly and used the hardest part of his helmet to meet the saw blade full of blood stains and rust.
It is not sure whether it can withstand the attack of the King of Strange Face Tribes by doing so, but it has no better choice as its ghost-human transformation is about to end.
The steel claws wrapped in fighting spirit tore open the chest and abdomen of the King of the Qimian Tribe. Through the wounds of flesh and blood, the wriggling internal organs could even be faintly seen.
The saw blade also cut into Cat Armor's helmet, and blood flowed down Pork Chop's cheek, blinding one of its eyes.
The cat armor made of materials from the Overlord Thunder Wolf Dragon showed its gold content. Pig Chop couldn’t confirm the extent of his injuries for a while, but at least he knew that his head had not been chopped open. .
The King of the Strange Face Tribe has been seriously injured. Even if he does not fall down immediately, he will no longer be his opponent.
"Meow--" Pig Chop, whose face was covered in blood and whose red light had not yet dissipated, glared viciously at the strange-faced tribe.
The Qimian clan, who were still hesitating whether to charge forward, were frightened and took a few steps back timidly.
At this moment, Evelin and Agaxi finally passed through the passage and rushed in one after the other.
“Pork chop?!” Evelin exclaimed.
The two of them were frightened by the shape of the pork chop at this time. A thick-edged saw blade about half a meter long was stuck on the pig chop's forehead, and the cracks in the damaged helmet were still leaking out. Blood.
Evelin ran over quickly, while Agaxi set up his insect stick and stared warily at the seriously injured and half-kneeling King of the Strange Faces. As for the ordinary Strange Faces running around, No time to care.
Evelin hurriedly took out the ancient secret medicine, broke off a small piece and stuffed it into the pig's mouth. Looking at the knife on the latter's forehead, she felt that it was neither right nor wrong to pull it out.
Pork Chop endured the severe pain, carefully touched the handle of the knife, shook his head slightly, and muttered: "You can pull it out, it probably didn't hurt the skull much, it just feels like it will leave a scar."< br>
“Is it really okay?”
Evelin couldn’t hide her worry. The look of Pork Chop with a knife stuck in his forehead was really scary. If something happened again, she would be afraid I don't know how to explain it to Gordon.
“Pull it out, meow!”
Pig Chop held the helmet, slowly turned his head, and pointed the handle of the knife towards Evelin, “After a while, the wound began to heal, and it became even worse when it stuck. Sorry, meow.”
Looking at the bloody knife handle, Evelin swallowed secretly.
I just feel that I have lived for more than thirty years, and this incident can be ranked among the top in terms of horror.
She first took out a portion of the life dust used to stop bleeding from the tool bag, and then grabbed the handle of the knife.
“Meow!” Pig Chop screamed.
“What’s wrong?!”
"It's okay, meow, it just hurts a bit. If you continue to meow, it's best to pull it out in one go."
".Okay."
The alert Agaxi looked strange, if there is She had that kind of video camera at hand, and she really wanted to take this scene.
"Stand still, hold on to your helmet, hold it in."
"I'm ready, meow!"
Evelin stabilized her emotions, found a good angle, and lifted the handle of the knife in one breath. This process was easier than she thought. The blade was not stuck very tightly, and it seemed that it did not go too deep.
“Meow meow meow meow meow!!!”
Pig Chop screamed and blood came out again. Evelin quickly sprinkled the life dust, took out the bandage, and bandaged it urgently. Click.
"It hurts so much, meow!" Pig Chop pulled out his beard.
Seeing that Pork Chop was still full of energy, and although there was blood seeping out of the bandage, it was not completely unstoppable, Evelin breathed a sigh of relief.
She looked back at the King of the Strange Face Clan who was lying on the ground due to excessive blood loss and could no longer maintain a half-kneeling posture. "What happened? This is not an ordinary Strange Face Clan, right? The King of the Strange Face Clan? < br>
Why did you come here at this time?”
“It’s probably me who took advantage of the chaos to grab the explosive bomb,” Zhupa explained simply.
"It's very powerful. Little Pig Chop can challenge the King of the Strange Face Clan in a single fight." Agaxi smiled and turned the insect stick, aiming the tip of the blade at the chest of the unable to move the King of the Strange Face Clan. "Give it a good time, so as not to cause us any more trouble."
Feeling the cold gaze from behind the bone armor mask, Pig Chop hesitated, and finally shook his head.
Ajiaxi raised his eyebrows, but did not move the insect stick away.
She was waiting for Pig Chops to give a reason.
Maintaining ecological balance is one thing, but hunters generally will not be lenient to monsters that actively invade human territory.
“My father and I have said that the Qimian Clan have a very strong revenge mentality. Those Qimian Clan just now have run away. If we kill their king here, it may There will be more trouble, meow.”
“If we let it go, won’t it bring its own kind to cause trouble again?”
"They shouldn't be able to meow. My father said that although the Strange Face Tribe are fierce and violent, they are still very loyal cats. I have not formed a mortal enemy with them."
Pig Chop has a habit of wanting to scratch his ears, but he doesn't. Finding that his ears were covered with bandages, he had no choice but to put down his paws, "Besides, its injury should be treated before the end of the defensive battle." It’s time to make trouble, meow.”
“Okay, it’s your prey, you have the final say.”
Agaxi put away the insect stick and walked to the warehouse. "What kind of bombs are you going to move? I'll move them out first."
"The biggest kind of meow!"
"Understood." Agaxi waved his hand.
Evelin helped Pig Chop adjust the bandage so that its ears popped out from the gap, and then also walked to the warehouse, "If you want to do anything, hurry up, it won't be long, Lao Shanlong We are about to pass the land bridge.”
Pigpa nodded his head and came to the King of the Strange Face Clan.
The Qimian tribe living in the wild cannot understand human language, so it does not know what Zhupa said to the two humans.
It was too seriously injured and lost too much blood. It was unable to move and could only stare at the former.
Pig Chop thought for a while, took out a bottle of recovery medicine, opened the cap and took a sip of it himself, then placed the medicine bottle next to the King of the Qimian Clan.
After doing this, it caught up with the two female hunters who were holding giant bomb barrels and trotting away from the warehouse.
Just after running a few steps, Pig Pork remembered something again.
It turned around and bared its teeth. It didn’t care whether the King of the Strange Face Clan understood or not, and said viciously: “Don’t steal anything again, meow! If you do it next time, I’ll scratch you to death, meow!”
The King of the Strange Face Clan, lying in a pool of blood, was obviously still a little bit unconscious.
It looked at Pig Chop's retreating figure, and then at the medicine bottle at hand.
Although it doesn’t know what it is, its intuition tells it that this thing can save its life.
Supported by a strong desire to survive, the King of the Strange Face Tribe slowly got up and reached for the bottle of recovery medicine. (End of this chapter)