Chapter 288: It’s Been Years Since I Last Beat Dogs
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Anselm frowned. “Are you sure?” he asked, his bow in hand.
The moon was up. A full moon. The other hunters were all gazing at Blacky, excited.
“I’m sure,” Blacky said, his eyes blood-red. “I’ve been after them for decades. The scent is strong. They are definitely in that restaurant.”
“We don’t have much ti. We can’t let them slip away this ti,” Anselm said with a cruel smile. He had already notched an arrow to his longbow. “Ti to hunt.”
The other hunters grabbed the longbows on their horses, smiling cruelly. The moon seed to have painted the clouds red.
The air around them was thick with bloody fog. Black hairs sprouted from their arms, claws and fangs protruded, and their eyes were blood-red. They fanned out and moved quietly towards the restaurant.
Not far from Mamy Restaurant, Monkey was leaning against a tree, yawning. He took a look at them, and suddenly beca wide awake. Sh*t! I don’t think they’re going there to have so dinner!
Monkey had been following them from noon, but all they had done was eat and drink in every restaurant like hillbillies who had co to the city for the first ti. Brandli had ordered Monkey to follow them and report if anything bad happened.
Money felt they were looking for soone, and now it seed they had found their target in Mamy Restaurant.
Both Brandli and Barzel had ordered him to make sure nothing happened to Mamy Restaurant. He had to call for backup imdiately.
A shrill whistle pierced the silence of the night.
Barzel’s face darkened; he looked in the direction of Mamy Restaurant.
“What’s wrong, Boss?” Bob asked.
“I was right. They were looking for soone, and have just found their target. Ride back and report! A 7th-tier threat!” Barzel said, and ran to the restaurant with his sword in hand. He was grateful to Mag for his help the other day, so he wanted to protect his restaurant.
“Yes, Boss!” Bob ran to the horse with a grave face. He understood the severity of this incident—even Lord Brandli was just a 7th-tier magic caster, and Barzel was only a 5th-tier knight.
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Five lava demons were walking beside Sargeras—Monde, Kil, and three strange faces. They were all looking adoringly at their leader.
“Burning Legion! That’s such a badass na, Boss! And you’ve beco even stronger than before!”
“For the Burning Legion! I like the sound of it.”
“By the way, where are we eating tonight, Boss? I could really use a drink.”
“I can’t take credit for the na. Also, our catch phrase isn’t ‘for the Burning Legion’,” said Sargeras. Now his Burning Legion had six mbers, and more were on the way here.
“Then who ca up with this na?” asked Cossus, who was clad in red armor. One of his ears was missing.
“And what’s our catch phrase?” asked Markza, who had a cross-shaped scar on his forehead.
“What are we going to eat?” Calzac grinned.
“We’re going to eat the food made by a talented cook that will change our fate: roujiamo,” said Sargeras. “It is the sa cook that ca up with our na. As for our catch phrase, it is: for roujiamo!”
“For roujiamo!” echoed Kil and Monde.
The pedestrians nearby cast them a confused look.
Cossus, Markza, and Calzac didn’t understand. “You wanted us to co here because of this roujiamo, Boss?” Cossus asked.
Sargeras nodded. “Yes. You’ll understand after you eat it. I want you to always keep in mind that that restaurant is basically our holy land. The future of lava demons is riding on it. We have to keep the owner and his daughter safe no matter what, and we must always follow the rules there.”
“Why don’t we just take the cook by force, Boss?” Calzac asked. “We can make him cook roujiamo for us every day.”
Sargeras laughed. “By force? You’ll have to go through two 10th-tier magic casters first. Can you do that?”
“I can’t,” Calzac said, and stroked his bald head, grinning like a fool. They walked on; other pedestrians kept their distance from them in fright.
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Urien was making magic potions in his shop. “Werewolves?” He took a sniff and looked out his door, surprised. “It’s been years since I last beat dogs...”
“Dogs! Six! Six dogs!” Black Coal cried excitedly in his cage.
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Lulu and Xixi had just seated themselves. Xixi was enjoying her braised chicken and rice, while Lulu took a bite of roujiamo and smiled happily.
Abruptly, Xixi raised her head and looked to the door. “They’re here!” she cried.
No sooner had she spoken than a black arrow pierced the door and flew towards Lulu’s back.
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