Endless Debt.

Chapter 431 Laika [Thanks to Hejian_Slender Tiger's leader plus more]

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

Accompanied by the collapse of the cloud, the glare of the sun dispelled the chill. The enemies who came from the sea stepped on the crumbling ice and evacuated from the coast, leaving corpses all over the place.

The majestic storm also began to move, its speed seemed to be very slow, but in the blink of an eye, it left the range of Morrowind, moving towards the depths of the sea, a large amount of sea water was sucked up by it, and then thrown into the air , pouring icy rain.

The storm was not formed naturally, and contained a messy and violent ether flow, but after the cloud collapsed, the strength of the ether also declined, and it seemed that the storm would completely dissipate soon.

Bologo looked at the impenetrable cliff behind him. There were many fortifications erected on the steep cliffs, and many figures emerged after the fortifications. They wore clothes similar to Palmer's to show their ancient identities.

"Is this considered overtime? Is there overtime pay?"

Amy stood beside Burrog, hands on hips.

After working, Amy found that money is a very important thing in this world, even if he is an alchemy puppet.

Bologo and she had a serious discussion, "We count as vacation, so there should be no overtime pay."

"what?"

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

"Where's Palmer?"

Burrog looked for Palmer's figure everywhere, and then saw him on the cliff. Palmer was hanging on the cliff, talking with other people, and he seemed to have met an acquaintance.

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

Bologo swept around. In such a short period of time, the storm has receded to the end of the sea level, and it will disappear before long.

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

Amyu took off one mask after another, revealing the same face, "They all look alike."

Seeing this, Bologo's eyes also became serious. He was not worried about the problems of the Night Clan. He had to know that he had a blood alliance with a Night Clan lord, and that Night Clan lord was Théré Villeris. King's heir.

With Thurley's bloodline, if the Night King dies on the throne of Eternal Night, then Thurley is destined to be the next Night King, but judging from Thurley's usual living conditions, it's obvious that he doesn't care much about power. don't care.

It is also possible that Threy has pursued power, but in his long life, power has also become a boring plaything for Threy, not even as happy as dancing on a pole for a while.

The unknown is one of the few things that can awe Burrog.

The night tribe is not an unknown existence to Bologo, so he doesn't care, but these black-armored soldiers, their strangeness and mystery make Bologo extremely vigilant.

Burrog was patrolling the battlefield, trying to find a few survivors, and he was rummaging through the corpses, trying to get more useful information.

The wind gradually picked up, and Palmer landed. He felt a little tired. It was a lot of consumption for Palmer to stay in the air for a long time, but it was always a joy to return to the familiar homeland.

On the corpses in this place, Palmer still had a heartless smile on his face. This scene actually had such a taste of avant-garde art.

"What the hell is going on here?" asked Burlogo.

"I only asked about it, and the situation is similar to what Church said..."

A burst of thick and powerful roars sounded, interrupting Palmer's narration.

Turning his head, he saw a two-meter-tall lion rushing towards the edge of the coast, its gray hair dancing wildly in the wind, and its sharp claws stamping out hollows on the ground.

"Is the battle over yet?"

Burrog grumbled, stirring the gravel beneath his feet, and the deadly python waited for the command.

But before Burlogo could make a move, Palmer actually took a step ahead of Burlogo and killed him. Pushed the work to himself.

"Anyway, you are also a violent maniac, so I will give you my share of enemies."

Palmer said solemnly, and gave Burlogo a thumbs up in admiration of Burlogo's enthusiasm for work.

"What the hell..."

Burrog sighed, and then something even more damning happened.

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

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

"problem occurs!"

Amyu shook Borrog'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's fine to get involved in the battle. It's finally over. How come Parr Mo suddenly went crazy and stuffed his head into the lion's mouth.

After going through all kinds of incidents, the special operations team has not reduced its staff, and it turns out that one person is going to die here?How can I explain to Lebius this time!

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

Amy had read in the book that a guy like Palmer, who looks happy on the outside, might have a dark heart and be plagued by gloom all year round.

Could it be that Palmer witnessed this situation, suffered from depression, and felt that it would be a good thing to die in his hometown, so he made his wish here?

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

Palmer felt that his fragile little face was being polished by hundreds of grit sandpaper, and it hurt so much, but he still laughed out loud, and stretched out his hand to rub the lion's chin vigorously.

Seems like...it's not that bad.

Palmer stood up, and with a slight push, the lion lay down on its side, exposing its soft belly, allowing Palmer to move his hands up and down, sticking out his tongue and breathing, like a pleased lion dog.

Wait a minute... dog?
Burlogo remembered what Palmer told himself that night. In Palmer's memories of childhood, Burlogo knew about his bad childhood and the origin of the name of the motorcycle.

Burlogo brought Aimu to Palmer's side. Aimu was already stunned, not knowing what happened 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..."

Bologo slowly pointed at the "lion". Seeing that Burlogo was still looking excited, he opened his mouth to lick him.

"You and it are also acquaintances," Palmer said happily, "We usually ride it when we go out."

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

"Laika?"

Hearing Bologo calling his name, Laika excitedly licked the saliva on Burlogo's face.

……

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

Burrogo wiped the drool off his face, trying to keep his mind in expert mode rather than being led astray by Palmer.

"A group of night people don't know how to break through the shackles of the "Dawn Oath" and escape from the Land of Eternal Night..."

Palmer continued what Bologo said, "But only a small part has escaped from the Land of Eternal Night, and most of the Night Race are still trapped in the Land of Eternal Night, so they will repeatedly attack Morrowind in the near future. Base, try to tear up the "Dawn Oath."

Bologo said, "Church came to Fengyuan Heights for this reason. If the "Dawn Oath" is intact, there shouldn't be any missing Night Clan."

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

Palmer didn't bother to care about such things. He was here for vacation, not for work.

Amy stood behind Burlogo, she did not listen to the conversation between the two, but looked at Laika curiously.

In previous conversations, Palmer repeatedly emphasized that Laika belongs to the chordate phylum, vertebrate subphylum, mammalia, true beast subclass, carnivora, split foot suborder, canids...

Referred to as "dog", commonly known as "dog".

But Bologo still couldn't believe it, even if Palmer explained that Laika had eaten all kinds of messy alchemy potions since he was a child, that's why he grew up so big, Bologo still didn't believe it.

Is this really a dog?Putting on a layer of iron armor, it is simply a monster. This is definitely some kind of alchemy biological weapon of the Krex family!
"Try this if you don't believe me?"

Palmer said, picking up a broken arm from the sand.This is the severed limb of a black-armored soldier. If it was from the Night Clan, it would have been burnt clean by now.

Bologo took the severed limb, shook it in front of Laika's eyes, and then threw it aside with all his strength. In the next second, Laika rushed out like the wind, picked up the severed limb in one mouthful, and ran back wobbly, throwing it away. Spit in front of Burrog, the huge tail dangling behind him, whistling like a whip.

"look!"

Palmer spread out his hands, and the words "this is a dog" were written in his eyes.

Burrog gave up arguing with him, stretched out his hand and rubbed the big dog's head, and praised, "Good dog."

(End of this chapter)