Chapter 450: Sudden Extra: Saving Mortarion (3K Version) (Two Chapters in One, 4K 7 Words) (1)
Because I prepared the relevant extra outline very early but never had time to write it, suddenly today I really wanted to write a scene so I wrote it (Hey), it’s two chapters in one. If the response is good, I will finish it sooner.
The following is the text (and these two lines are not included in the charge, don’t worry)
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The black and white border collie raised his fur The tips of his ears trembled slightly, listening carefully to the movements in the bedroom.
The mortal under the quilt had just chosen to go back to sleep because of the headache caused by being woken up continuously in the early morning. At this time, he should have fallen asleep and was unconscious.
He listened carefully again to make sure that the mortal was already asleep and would not be awakened by the noise he made.
Then the shepherd dog put away its neatly clipped paws that still made a clicking sound on the floor, carefully tiptoed out of the bedroom using only its flesh pads, and walked to the door of the house.
——Luckily, today his owner, whose online name is Lamizane Carosini, although I don’t know his actual name, still inserted his key out of convenience. It was left on the door in the keyhole, and this would save him a lot of troublesome steps.
The door should be locked as usual, in order to prevent the sheepdog Perturabo from opening the door by himself and running out and losing himself when the human is sleeping in his cage.
Of course, this hand lock is completely sufficient to prevent ordinary border collies.
But now, Perturabo is no longer the sheepdog Perturabo used to be.
He stood up carefully, raised one ear toward the bedroom, turned it left and right, carefully inserted the handle of the key into the center of his thick paw pads, and then relaxed his hind legs and waist. Using his muscles, he allowed his weight to turn the key downward half a turn, and finally took advantage of the remaining kinetic energy of the fall to instantly move his paw in the other direction——
The crushed pencil was secretly wiped in advance The graphite core powder lock core made the sound of gears meshing and turning, and the door opened.
Before running out, Perturabo stood on the floor mat and paused for a moment, tilting his head and swinging his ears back and forth to make sure again that the people in the bedroom were still sleeping unconsciously.
The hum of the air conditioner compressor, the slight current noise of household appliances, the gentle and even sound of breathing, the chirping of birds outside the window, the sound of wind -
It's good, I didn't wake up.
The dog hurriedly walked out of the door, lifted the foot pad in front of the door with his nose, hid the key, then walked behind the door, pushed it with his muzzle, and quietly closed the door.
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The yellow and white Corgi is carrying his small backpack, squatting at the entrance of his home, waiting patiently.
There was a small scratching sound of the tips of claws scraping the ground outside the door. He tilted his head and pricked up his ears.
The sound of the water meter box cover being opened and closed came from the corridor.
Then there was a long sound of claws slipping on the metal door panel, and the tip of the key sliding back and forth trying to poke into the keyhole.
Finally, after a click of the lock sliding into the correct slot, the visitor outside opened the door for him.
"Uh-huh. (Good morning, brother. Thanks for your help.)"
The black and white border collie who opened the door narrowed his eyes, "Uh-huh-huh-huh. (Really! You have to trouble me every time to pick you up. Fortunately, you are still a Terran guard, haha, when can you Open the door yourself? )"
"Uh-huh. (You and I both know that the physical condition of my legs is not allowed now, brother.)" Corgi said calmly because he was obviously always ready to find a reason to provoke. They walked past the black and white brothers on the stand, preparing to set off towards their destination.
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu It’s for your convenience, Perturabo, I know you don’t like to use your nose to dig through other mortals’ floor mats)”
“…” The black and white shepherd dog paused for a moment and put away its ears. His face wrinkled into a ball, "Ouch?! Noooooooo! (I'm going to vomit. What kind of pretentious and considerate brotherhood is this? Rogal Dorn, you make me feel sick.)"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu””””” You're a smelly, hard rock that only deserves to be here...)"
"Uh-huh-huh (stop scolding, someone is coming, pay attention.)"
Perturabo. He immediately closed his mouth, and the two dogs faced each other, skillfully hiding in the blind spot above the stairs and peering down from the gap.
There is one last obstacle for them to leave the building - the high-position combination lock at the main door, and while entering the password, they must use something heavy or large enough to hold the heavy door. Run out - in short, the door is made for large creatures like humans that walk upright and have two dexterous hands. It is a very simple but reasonable and low-cost design that can effectively prevent most people who want to actively open the door to go out or Animals that come in are not smart enough or agile enough.
Therefore, according to Perturabo's observations and experiments, the optimal solution to opening this door is not to enter the password yourself, but to rush out as soon as a human who is about to walk in opens the door for them - which is very counter-intuitive for most People will not close the door with their backhand, but will grab the door handle and scream sideways to make way for the two rushing dogs, just like a pedestrian subconsciously avoids a galloping horse.
Now, there is an ordinary passing human who has no idea and does not know what will happen next. He is pressing the password. With an electronic sound of "didi" and a metallic echo, the door is opened. Now, the visitor is about to step into the corridor -
"Ouch! (Now! Let's go!)"
A black and white figure and a yellow and white figure come up the stairs like an arrow. Jumping towards the door, the frightened humans screamed, raised one leg and jumped away. Instinct put his body against the door to make way for them. Just before the other party could realize what happened, Perturabo The figure of Roger Dorn had already run away from one building.
"Ah! Someone's dog ran out!" The frightened voice of the human being was far behind them.
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“Ouch? (Where should we meet them next? When I met Leon last time, I was only told that you would come to pick me up.)” They stepped forward. Afterwards, they used parked vehicles to avoid human sight, and ran out of the place where they lived along the lawns, parking lots and paths, as well as a small iron gate in disrepair that could only allow cats and dogs to pass through. residential area.
“Awww. (After all, if we two come out, I must be the leader. So I just know.)” When saying this, the black and white border collie raised his head and raised his tail and ears. . "Hey!" (Let's walk along the river bank, then walk to the bridge, and then go to the intersection to gather deep in the riverside garden. Leon asked Clarks to send me a temporary message in the morning, saying that he would take it with him As many other brothers as possible are waiting for us there.)"
"Ugh. , due to Corgi's genetic problem with his natural legs, there are many things he must rely on Perturabo, who is his neighbor and has long legs, to complete many things, and Perturabo is indeed more convenient than him to open the cage or open the cage. Room door, go to the window or balcony to receive the message. Therefore, Donne spent most of his time patiently facing the sudden neurotic reflexes and sensitivities that his brother still sometimes has in this era. After all, when you think back to the past, people like Donne will always reflect first. What he had done and what he had said to his brother.
But in that distant, dark universe with only war and no ideals, even if he had a short moment of private time, he could take a breath and divert his mind from the affairs and dark emotions that were weighing him down. Purely recalling or thinking for a moment, but in the end what can be expressed is at best a deep wrinkle between the eyebrows or a sigh. Now he has such a ridiculous but real opportunity to practice his reflection, and he is happy to do so as much as possible.
Then the two dogs then crawled down from the bushes on the edge of the residential area. Because Perturabo was obviously taller, he walked ahead without hesitation, leading Dorn through the dark beast paths formed by dense and overgrown reeds, grass and waterside plants, and arrived at——
< br>In front of the crosswalk at the intersection, sit down and wait for the traffic light.
Then the two Primarch Sheepdogs and Primarch Cattle Dogs, who didn't see anything wrong with their behavior at all, walked briskly across the crosswalk with elegant steps as pedestrians on both sides watched in amazement. Then we walked into the depths of the public garden by the river.
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The shape of the Riverside Public Garden is long and narrow, but it is a dead end in the depth. Therefore, few people want to go to the deepest part of the garden - most people stop outside the dark forest that blocks the sky and the sun. The ruggedness and undergrowth also deterred many foul-smelling bad intentions from happening.
But the environment of the dense forest is a favorite place for a certain king who was born in Caliban. He will handle his own affairs and mediate the discord among his cats in this royal court majestically, usually like this.
But at this moment, he was blowing up his tail like a giant golden feather duster to face the uninvited guests who broke into the dense forest.
"Meowoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo (Who gave you the courage to come to our party without permission!! Bastard!!!)"
Orange-Golden Big Cat Station Hair sprouted all over his body on the wrought iron and wooden garden chair that was his favorite spot, and he jumped angrily towards the person who had intruded into his territory and clearly recognized him and his brothers. Just as he was about to explain, his eyes became horrified and he punched him in the head at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye like lightning——!
Flying head meow punch! Let me fly!
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A moment later.
"Wow, wow, wow, wow. (Ha, our eldest brother thought he was the lion of Caliban?)"
The one who smiled sinisterly was Pettu. Rabo, who seemed to be in a very good mood, squatted and looked around haughtily on a comfortable and thick ice cushion that had been brought to him by his heir, for among the Primarchs present he was the only one who was currently extremely lucky. His mortal descendant met, recognized, remembered, and loyally acknowledged him, so it was understandable that he could be so arrogant at the brothers' gathering.
Flix, who looked like a middle-aged Eastern European man with a strong body and good facial features, calmly stepped aside. The familiar aura on his body that usually made people feel completely faded with the appearance of the person he came to pay homage to. What remained were the indelible features brought to him by the past memories. Although his body was a mortal, he stood there naturally. The aura he exuded made the primarchs feel like they had seen a trace of the descendants they were familiar with, the Astartes.
"Meow--! (Shut up, Perturabo, don't make me scratch your arrogant face!)"
"No, no, no, no, no! (Haha, but Felix is my heir, not yours. Do you think you can blow his head off with your punch now? Oh, we all saw it just now, Leon punched. Got it! Leon hit it! But he's a cat so nothing happened!" What?! This is against the rules!)"
"Wang Aoao. (You don't think we can rescue Mortarion safely from that prison with just our claws and wings. )"
"Meow wow. (Then why don't you just ask Flix to find the man to buy Mortarion or think of other more convenient ways?)
"Woof woof! (Do you think I haven’t tried it!)"
"Miwu? ! (What's the result?!)"
"...Wangwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu. (I still have some issues communicating with Flix on more complex matters. He has also become a mortal, but we can already have some daily conversations!! Last time I had him bring alphabet cards to tell him to come here , Mainly because our contact time is not long enough, we rarely have the opportunity to meet, and the time we can meet each time is too short)"
At this point, Perturabo's tail turned against his will. Hang Xia, obviously, the language barrier is a big problem. Although they can communicate with each other, this cross-racial language ability is only between them, and it is more like a communication that can only be understood but not expressed. < br>
But only he now has an heir! Flix not only met him by chance but also remembered him! Perturabo's tail was raised proudly again.
Flix raised his eyes and stared at the black and white border collie sitting proudly among his brothers, feeling a sense of satisfaction and happiness that came from nowhere in his heart.
"Meow, meow, meow~meow! Meow, meow, meow! Meow, meow, meow - Mimi! (Okay! Stop flirting with your son! It makes my paws itch... We are having a party today at Here, just because we can't sit back and watch like this anymore! Now that our search results have revealed that Mortarion is imprisoned nearby and often abused by his owners, I can't stand our brothers suffering like this! Treat! )”
The huge golden Maine Coon cat with gorgeous fur raised a paw and pointed majestically at the rough topographic map he had just drawn on the wet sandy ground with the tip of his paw, while being very subconscious but completely controlled. He kept pushing the small stones representing each character around with his front paws.
“嘤嘤woooooooo-嘤嘤——! (Honestly, it’s a bit troublesome. And our relationship is not that great, but for practical reasons I will say that I agree with you. This proposal. )"
The black and white border collie has a frown and a gloomy face, but its tail is still curled up honestly.
"Ouch? Ouch? Ouch? (Practical? Didn't you see it last time and frown and angrily tell me that we should go and do it...)"
This is The neighbor of the black and white border collie is a yellow and white corgi with blue eyes. His tail is not docked, so his tail is also curled up, but he is obviously shorter when sitting next to the collie.
"Uh-oh! (Shut up!)"
"Uh-huh-uh-huh. (Okay, but you should still change your temper, my brother.) ”
"It seems that you two chatted quite a lot when we were away. Isn't your relationship as bad as many of us think?"
Spoken in the local Aboriginal dialect. , from a black starling sitting on a tall loquat tree.
What, why don’t you say it’s a raven? The shape and size of a raven has no prospect of getting a free lunch in this city.
And if you are a smooth starling, you can go to the nearby old man who goes out for an early morning walk in the morning to get a very good breakfast of bugs and grains, and then come to visit you in the afternoon. The brothers were given a supper.
A red-bellied squirrel with fluffy fur was sitting on a tree branch next to the myna. While listening to their speech, he took out various nuts and melon seeds from his cheek pouches to eat.
Because the pronunciation of the squirrel's vocal cords...it's not that it can't be said, but compared to his original voice, hmm. So Luojia rarely spoke and spent most of the time listening.
As he often did.
(End of this chapter)