The villain also has spring

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In any case, Al finally passed the final test of the circus and got a long-term contract as he wished.He kept silent about Emperor Paul's final test, and the next day, Old Rooney took Al to familiarize himself with the steps of animal taming.

Beast taming is a complete killing of Warcraft from body to soul.A proud and free soul, after a futile struggle, will finally succumb to grief, hunger, thirst, fatigue, and fear, and become a tool for the circus to earn gold coins.

It was an experience Al will never forget.

Rooney pulled the mechanism, and the ground around the wooden frame where the griffin landed was quickly covered with sharp knives and steel spears, and then asked Al to hang large pieces of fresh lamb on the rope net surrounding the alloy fence.

When everything was ready, Rooney opened the cage door, walked to sit cross-legged opposite the Griffin, and confronted the Warcraft through the sharp knives.

On the first day, the griffin dismissed everything in front of him.From the moment it was restrained by the mechanism under Looney's cloth, it showed a violent and wild raptor temperament.The two powerful eagle claws kept scratching, shaking the enchanted chains that restrained it, and there were bursts of mournful and desolate screams from the mouth, and the eagle eyes of hatred fixed on the eyes of the beast trainer. , I wish I could tear it into pieces.

But what Warcraft did only got Rooney a disdainful sneer.

The enraged monsters pounced on him again and again, but were dragged back by the iron chains again and again, and fell heavily to the ground.In the futile pounce, the Griffon's physical strength was exhausted little by little, and its wings were scarred by the sharp blades around it.

As night fell, it was bitingly cold inside the tents that were raised on all sides.Rooney lit a fire by the side of the field. Under the light of the fire, the monster's eyes were bloodshot, glaring at the malicious beast trainer.But Rooney's cloudy eyes remained the same, calmly confronting the griffin.

The next day, the griffin, who had not slept all night, became even more angry and irritable.When the animal trainer set up a grill on the fire, and the sizzling lamb gave off a tangy aroma, it faintly felt the hunger in its belly.The griffin spread its wings and rushed at the enemy fiercely, but was still pulled back by the chain.The strong wind from the wings blows the flames and creates a more intense smell of meat. The griffin is so hungry that it pecks at the iron chain with its beak!

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Accompanied by splashing sparks, there was a series of explosive noises.The vulture's beak was dripping with blood, and the griffon seemed to know no pain, pecking frantically non-stop.

Blood dripped down little by little.Before I knew it, another day passed.

The exhausted griffin crouched on the wooden frame and just wanted to close its eyes for a rest, but Rooney pulled the mechanism with a sly smile.Creak——The originally straight and fixed wooden frame suddenly swung violently back and forth, and the griffin squatting on it hurriedly spread its wings to maintain its balance.

The swaying wooden frame gradually calmed down, and just as the relaxed Griffin closed his eyes, Rooney shamelessly moved the mechanism again.

Two days and two nights passed, just like this without eating, drinking or sleeping, Rooney in the confrontation with the griffin gradually obliterated its wildness and will, so that its awe of the animal trainer continued to accumulate.

Another night fell, surrounded by the boundless night, the hostility of the monster dissipated little by little, but Rooney did not dare to relax, he was afraid that if he was not careful, his previous efforts would be wasted.

When the big clock that announced the time came morning for the third time, the eagle's beak was covered with black and hard blood scabs, and the blood even clogged the nostrils. The anger gathered in the eyes dissipated, and the weak body seemed to be unable to drag the heavy chains anymore. Eyes full of golden luster were half-closed, as if they would fall asleep at any moment.

Rooney still moved the mechanism from time to time and kept teasing it.Unbearable, the griffin's anger gathered again, but it no longer had the previous vigor.The hoarse cry lacked confidence and deterrence, but more sadness and helplessness.

A gust of cold wind hits, and the feathers of the Griffon look old, disheveled and dull, and they can no longer find the expression of the former proud son of the sky.

——Its physical strength and will were on the verge of collapse.

Another cold night fell.Under Rooney's arrangement, Al manipulated Gao Lun to pull the cage containing the tamed ground dragon to the side of the tent.According to the request of the animal trainer, Al threw in a piece of fresh meat.The earth dragon began to howl vigorously.The griffin gathered its feathers tightly and crouched coweringly on the swaying wooden frame, so lonely and helpless.

After eating and drinking enough, the roar of the dragon beast became more and more fierce.The griffin began to tremble visibly.Ayer, who was hiding in the darkness, could clearly see that there was a hint of pity in Griffin's eyes.

Rooney withdrew the sword array, chanted the spell passed down by the animal trainer, carefully approached the griffin, and reached out to gently stroke its head.The griffin stopped struggling and pecking, and let the shining magic talismans slide down from the top of its head, flying along the slender neck to the broad back.

The griffin stretched out its body docilely, with gentle and obedient light in its eyes.Walking around the griffin, Rooney picked up the tender mutton again, and the griffin slammed it into his mouth.

Boom!The halo of runes reunited on the top of the griffin's head suddenly exploded, and the animal taming was successful!

An arrogant and free soul disappeared, and Al, who witnessed the whole process, couldn't help sighing.

Rooney's physical strength was also on the verge of exhaustion, so he simply explained a few words to Al and fell asleep.

This sleep is three days and three nights.

These three days are rare good days for Al.Not only did the little goblin remove the hard scabs all over Gao Lun's body in the first place, but he no longer had to eat the smelly griffin eggs.He also took the time to meet with Peake and give lube to the freaks in the garbage valley.

The little freak gave him another good thing - "solder ball".

An extremely important extension part of the high-grade golem, the welding fuse sealed inside can automatically repair the slight wounds and wear inside and outside the body, and is a key part to maintain its good condition.

The so-called expansion parts refer to the upgrade parts that are not the basic configuration of Gaolun.That is to say, there are no solder balls in the body of the golem generally sold in the workshop store.

Al really wanted to equip his King of the Hill, but considering that too intensive acquisition would make everyone suspicious, just to be on the safe side, he decided to wait a few days.

As a beast trainer assistant, Al's main job is to take care of these Warcraft masters.Feeding, bathing, and walking on time have become his daily work.

Feeding and bathing are okay, but walking around the circus with huge monsters is crazy.Think about it, the monsters who ate and slept all day, and slept and ate, finally had a chance to let the wind go, and they didn't have enough energy to toss desperately.Often when they come out of the cage, they all seem to have been beaten with chicken blood, dragging Al's Gao Lun all the way.

At that scene, I don’t know whether it was a person walking a dog or a dog walking a person.In the end, the chase turned into a tug-of-war, and the little goblin had to use all his strength to drag the old men who had had enough of playing back to the cage.

To say that Al's favorite is Paul Emperor.As long as he pours his favorite clams into the fish tank, Emperor Paul will eat quietly without any trouble.

Just because of Paul Emperor's performance and treatment, Al didn't believe that the massage stick card was just a prank by old Rooney.Its meaning must not be as boring as one thinks.It's a pity that Paul the octopus can't speak the goblin language, and Al doesn't understand the language of the sea monster, so the questions in his heart can't be solved.

Day by day, just as Al was busy bathing a huge shield elephant with a brush held high, the performance in the Colosseum was also staged in the expectation of gamblers.

At this time, the fierce battle in the arena was in full swing, and the cheers could not be stopped even by the tall walls.

Unlike the Colosseum, which is full of atmosphere, there are some well-dressed and sweaty goblin merchants standing sparsely on the rarely quiet street.While pinching their pocket watches, they kept glancing at the majestic Colosseum from the corner of their eyes, yelling constantly, urging the waiters to move the goods piled up in front of the door into the store.

Accompanied by the final bang, the Colosseum, which had been noisy for a long time, finally gradually quieted down.The faces of the guys changed drastically, and they couldn't care less about cleaning up. They hurriedly surrounded the bosses and rushed into the shop like a whirlwind, followed by the sound of closing doors all over the street.

Soon, there was no ghost in the chaotic street.

creak-

As soon as the heavy gate of the arena opened a crack, obscene words and scraps of paper spewed out all over the sky.The gamblers who guessed wrong could only use cursing to vent their anger besides tearing up the betting slips in their hands.

The stalls that were too late to clean up became a punching bag for gamblers. When the rioting crowd ran over the street, there were not even cockroaches left with twitching legs in Fat Chang Lane.

The trader hiding behind the door patted his chest and let out a sigh of relief. Before he had time to wipe off the sweat from his forehead, he happily counted how much he had earned today.

But after all, they are just some low-level peddlers on the street. If you want to say that the one in front of you has cramp in counting money, it is the one in front of you.

"Wahhahaha——" The fat goblin sitting on the marble throne stared at the accounts handed over by the old accountant, and smiled with yellow teeth.

"I gritted my teeth and paid for it for half a year, and my poor eyeballs are almost squeezed out. Today is what I've been waiting for!"

The pet servant beside him smiled obsequiously: "Master, what a means! Not only did he get back his capital once, but he also got ten times the profit."

"Haha!" The fat goblin wrapped in a gorgeous robe smiled proudly, shaking the fat on his jaw: "This is the trick of the business! Remember, if you want to be the last one left at the poker table, you must first learn to lose beautiful!"

"Master is wise!" Pet waiter rolled his eyes, and asked again: "What should I do specifically?"

Shaking the gemstone ring that was as big as a dragon's eye between his fingers, he glanced at the green-skinned butcher lying in a pool of blood with pain on his face, and the fat goblin whispered in a volume that only he could hear: "Create a hero, and then make a hero." Destroy him with your own hands."

The conversation on the high platform was still going on, and in the corner where no one was paying attention, the four Gaolun operators were communicating in a low voice.

"It's over, it's over! My coming-of-age ceremony is ruined!" Gowa cried with a wrinkled face, like a severely dehydrated green fur turtle.

"I really didn't expect that the 'Green Butcher' who won 99 games in a row died like this?" Bruce kept smacking his lips.I thought it was an unsurprising victory, but it ended in an upset.

"Bah! I lost everything too!" Kabbah cursed bitterly.

"It seems that no one has guessed it right? So..." Gova seemed to have grasped something, "The 'losing money Bass' who has been ridiculed all the time is the final winner."

"And it's the only winner." Everyone sighed, and Gowa suddenly turned around, "Pike, which side are you on?"

"I didn't press anyone." Pique proudly stroked Moxi's dry hair.

Boss Gova, who lost all his last dice, taunted: "What, you didn't bet? Tsk tsk! Pique, are you still a goblin?"

The little goblin smiled and shrugged, "Hey! Don't forget that I have a brother who is a freak."