Pocket World of Warcraft

In order to temporarily avoid Caselli, the owner of the caravan, Charles, handed over all the remaining tasks to his subordinates once the problem of the monster attack was resolved, and then went back to rest by himself.

It's a pity that tonight is destined to be uneventful.

Assel was called by Quan to find someone. Naturally, he couldn't see Charles himself at such a time.

"Little brother, you are not allowed to trespass here." Charles' attendant stopped him.

Assel was about to explain his purpose when a familiar voice stopped him.

"Athel, I finally found you." Carter ran over with the crowd, "Is Quan not with you?"

The rest of the adventure team encountered a monster attack during the night watch, so they naturally wanted to join the battle with others, but compared to others, their strength is relatively low, and it is naturally impossible for the Backblade to let them charge into battle , but assisted from the side, so after the battle, they were lucky that none of them were injured.

But when they went back to the carriage and did not find Assel and Quan, everyone was in a bad mood.

"During the monster attack, Quan and I took refuge in a safe place, and found that a griffin in a carriage seemed to be having a difficult delivery. Quan was watching over there, and I came to find the owner of the carriage." Athel was simple and quick He explained what happened, "So this gentleman, please inform the owner of the carriage quickly that his griffin is about to die."

Because of the urgency of the matter, Asel's tone was a little rushed. After all, he was young and passionate. When he saw the scarred appearance of the griffin beast, he was afraid and sympathetic. Just by looking at that appearance, he knew that the capture process must not be very good. Peace, especially when it was a female griffin about to give birth, the thought of two dead bodies would naturally make her feel bad.

Upon hearing this news, the attendant's face changed, and he didn't dare to delay any longer, and hurriedly went to find his master.

When Athol returned to the carriage, not only the adventure team, Charles and his men came with him, but also Backblade.

Just like those profiteers, the owner of this caravan, Charles, is a fat man with a bald head. Along the way, Charles scolded the coachman who was originally in charge of the guard.

"What's the matter with you, didn't I tell you to keep an eye on the carriage? You didn't notify me of such a serious incident!"

The scolded coachman who couldn't lift his head dared not say that he was not by the carriage because he was looking for a place to rest. Later, when a monster attacked, he dared not leave a safe place.

As a result, this kind of thing happened, and he was also panicked. If something happened to the Griffon beast, even if he sold him, he wouldn't be able to pay for it.

When a large group of people rushed to the carriage, Quan had already fed the griffin with fruit.

But before he could carefully check the effect of the fruit, Charles had already asked his men to remove the covering cloth, so Quan and Xanadu were driven aside.

"How's the situation?" Arthur approached Quan and asked in a low voice.

Quan shook his head: "Although it's better than before, I'm afraid it's still..."

His unfinished words were lost in the removed veil.

Without the opaque covering cloth, the light of the torch allowed everyone to see the situation in the cage clearly, and the wound on the Griffon beast also looked more hideous.

The scars on the wings are too deep. Anyone can tell that the wings of this griffin are probably useless. Its stomach is beating, and blood is gushing out from its lower body, which has already stained the whole body. bottom of the cage.

Everyone can see that its condition is not good. Only Quan knows that it is much better than before. At first, this griffin hardly even had the strength to moan, but now, the griffin I already have the strength to support my body, and my spirit looks much better.

Quan is also very relieved, it can be seen that those tree fruits are starting to work.

Charles' complexion was not good, and he ordered loudly to the doctor brought by him: "Hurry up and treat it, no matter what, we must ensure that the cub of the griffin can be born safely."

Several doctors looked at each other, "Mr. Charles, we are just ordinary 'human' doctors. We have never treated monsters, let alone know how to deliver them." They specifically named "humans".

"Also, this griffin is like this, we can't get close to it at all."

Charles: "Then give it anesthesia and immobilize it."

"No!" Quan stopped, "Before it was given anesthesia by you, it became what it is now. If you give it anesthesia again, I'm afraid it will really die."

Only then did Charles notice him: "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. If you keep dragging on like this, this griffin will really be hopeless."

"As long as I can get its cubs, this griffin can't be saved." Charles didn't care about this problem at all. He would pay a high price to buy this badly injured griffin beast for the sake of the baby that was about to be born. The cubs, just didn't expect that the griffin beast, which was originally expected to be born after arriving in Butrans, would be born ahead of schedule.

"Roar!!!" The griffin in the cage obviously understood his words. With the only strength in his body, he slammed into the place where Charles was, and stretched out his claws to tear up this hateful human being. Unfortunately, Its claws were still blocked by the iron bars, leaving only a spark.

Charles was taken aback. He almost made a fool of himself in front of everyone, and he became even more annoyed, "What are you waiting for, give it an anesthetic, and since it can't give birth, just cut open its stomach and take out the cub!"

"What?" Hearing this, everyone felt inconceivable.

Athel roared, "Do you still have humanity?"

Everyone else looked at Charles with disapproval.

Many of the people present were mercenaries who had dealt with monsters for many years, and they had killed many monsters, but this was the first time they had heard of such a cruel thing like caesarean section.

Charles didn't care: "This is my monster. I can do whatever I like. Hurry up and do it."

Charles's men naturally listened to him. Someone had already brought the anesthetic and was smearing it on the weapon—since there was no need to estimate the life of the griffin, it was enough to pierce the anesthetic-applied weapon through its skin. .

Quan's hands shrunk in the cloak were tightly clenched into fists, wishing to punch that fat face.

But this is not allowed, Quan can only try to calm himself down: "If I were you, I wouldn't do this."

Charles waved his hand impatiently: "Little brat, it's none of your business here, get out of here quickly."

Quan continued without retreating half a step: "The cubs born at not full-term are inherently weak, and I heard that monsters will kill them when they can't protect their children? Do you believe it? into its body, and before the anesthesia takes effect, it can let its own cubs die with it."

This is indeed possible, no, it should be said that it will definitely be possible, and it is precisely because of this that Warcraft cubs have always been so rare in the human world.

Charles hesitated, he signaled his subordinates to stop first, and then looked at Quan, a cunning light flashed in those almost invisible eyes: "Little devil, it seems that there is no way to save it from the way you look." Bar."

"I didn't." Quan shook his head, then pointed at Xanadu before Charles changed his face, "but this master can."

Quan had already decided to take care of this matter when Charles said he was going to have a caesarean section. Although the monsters here are not elves, in Quan's view, every life needs to be respected, so let him see it that way Seeing the death of the griffin beast, his conscience couldn't justify it.

But he also knew that even if he said he had a way, he might not be able to make him believe in himself, so he launched Xanadu.

Shanaido, who cooperated tacitly with Quan, naturally put on a haughty look when Quan pointed at him, nodded slightly, but did not make any sound.

"This Master Xanadu is a very good Warcraft doctor. As long as he is willing to take action, he will definitely let the Griffon beast give birth to its cubs safely."

"Can he really do it?" Charles looked at Xanadu suspiciously, "The Griffin is a fifth-tier monster."

Quan also put on a haughty look: "I'm sorry, this is a sixth-level monster doctor."

Because he was very curious about monsters, Quan asked Carter and others about a lot of related things, so he already knew the profession of a monster doctor.

Warcraft doctor is a very rare profession that revolves around warcraft, because warcraft medicine doctor has to deal with warcraft, and one who is not paying attention may be injured or die, so to become an excellent warcraft medicine doctor, one needs to have enough strength .

Generally speaking, what level of monsters to treat needs to have the same level of power, and because of this, although there are not a few low-level and middle-level monster doctors, there are almost no high-level ones——have that kind of strength The strong man in this world will not be a Warcraft doctor.

Hearing Quan's words, the expressions of everyone who didn't know Xanadu changed suddenly.

The author has something to say: Xanadu (chest raised): From today onwards, I am also a person with status!