Druid in Marvel

Al doesn't want to stay on the island anymore. The new owner here doesn't welcome him, and he has other things to do. .That sexy chick Erica is still waiting for me to save her life!

But Al still remembers the cigars that General Gezi promised to give him just now. He has been extremely kind to this man. As a cigar lover, giving him a box of cigars is not too much!

Barney and Christmas packed some weapons on the battlefield, and they decided to stay here and wait for their men to arrive. Al just called Ivan. His place was very lively, and a group of people were already at sea.

Al glanced at Barney, who was looking around at the surrendering soldiers with a tired face. Al chuckled and shook his head. This man had done his best for the angel.

Where are you waiting for your comrades? This is to stay here to save the life of that angel lady! By the way, he would protect the property that General Gezi left in the manor for her, although she didn't necessarily want it!

Al ignored Barney, who was becoming too old and confused. After all, he was doing good things. There were too few angels like this. It didn't affect him anyway. How nice to keep her alive!

General Gezi's study is easy to find. You can pick up a surrendered soldier and find out the location. The most conspicuous large terrace in the manor is General Gezi's study.

Al walked into the core building of the manor with his arm around Fox's waist.

Al was amazed by the luxurious decoration in the house. The word "splendid" seemed a bit insulting to use to describe this house. These drug lords really do define what it means to have money and nowhere to spend it.

In the study room on the second floor, Al easily found the box of cigars from General Gezi's desk.

Next to the cigar was a strangely shaped ashtray, which seemed to be made from the palm of a primate.

Al glanced at the disgusting ashtray with disgust and threw it into the trash can next to the desk. Then he took out a cigar, put it under his nose, smelled it, and toasted it carefully. Then he lit it with a long-handled match and took a deep puff.

Al blew out a puff of white smoke, glanced at Fox, who was looking at him with a smile, shrugged his shoulders, and said with a chuckle: "To be honest, I don't find this high-end cigar to be much different from the cigars I usually smoke. "

Fox smiled, walked to the bookcase, opened a black thermostatic box, took out a beautifully shaped box from it, threw it to Al, and said with a chuckle: "There is really no difference, because this is the top Cuban cigar."

Al narrowed his eyes and glared at Fox, pointed her with his finger, and said, "It's not a good girl's behavior to watch her boyfriend make a fool of herself. Bad girls will be punished!"

Fox pursed his sexy lips, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, walked to Al's side, traced his fingers along Al's cheek to his chest, and drew circles there, "Like, what kind of 'punishment'?"

Al took Fox into his arms forcefully, slapped her butt hard, and said, "You will know! Principal Al's punishment is very terrible!"

While Al and Fox were flirting, there was a tapping sound from behind the bookshelf. It was also accompanied by several faint calls of "yeah, yea", like the screams of a newborn animal.

Al and Fox looked at each other and walked to the bookshelf together to search. Aren’t there always secret rooms hidden behind bookshelves in movies? You only need to find a mechanism to open it. Usually the mechanism is something like a book or decoration.

While Al was rummaging through the tomes on the bookshelf, Fox patted his head and walked between the two bookshelves. There was an obvious button on the side of the bookshelf, like a light switch.

Fox felt funny about the actions of himself and Al. It seemed that he had been with Al for a long time, and he was infected with some inexplicable stupidity. Who would lock a living thing in a secret room?

There are living things closed behind the bookshelf, so it must not be a secret room.

The two large bookshelves separated under Al's surprised eyes, revealing a large collection room inside.

Al walked in and took a look, but he didn't expect that General Gezi was also a hunting enthusiast. There are specimens of more than twenty kinds of beasts stored here, including lions, tigers, crocodiles,... and there is even a fucking hippopotamus.

Although Al is a druid, he is not a fanatical animal protector.

But he still doesn't quite understand. Why are you hunting if you don't eat it? To experience the fun of defeating beasts? Want to add them to your collection?

If you really want to have sex, go and have a try with them naked! If you use a rifle to look through the scope and knock them down dozens of meters away, what sense of achievement can you get?

Finally, what’s the point of making the carcasses of these animals into extremely sinister shapes? What is there to be proud of when a three-year-old can pull a trigger?

Al simply believes that, excluding survival and food, all other killings of animals are of little significance.

He even felt that hunting for money was more meaningful than hunting purely for collection and decoration.

After all, poachers are in it for money, and although such people deserve to die, money has meaning.

Collecting is often done for vanity. What’s the point of vanity? Would it be more noble to put the skin of a Tibetan antelope on one's shoulders or hang the body of a fox around one's neck?

When will these rich men and their women restrain their vanity, and the number of senseless killings in the world will decrease a lot!

After all, there is no buying or selling and no killing!

When Al was sighing, Fox touched his shoulder and pointed to the location of a tall gorilla specimen.

Al looked there and found a little orangutan who was all white and seemed to have albinism. He stared at a pair of watery blue eyes and looked at him timidly.

There are two exquisite iron cages in the corner to the left of the little orangutan, one of which was opened. Looks like this little guy is really smart!

Al somewhat understood that the sound he heard before should have been made by this little guy.

Taking two steps forward, Al squatted down and waved to this weak little thing.

The little gorilla looked at Al in confusion. He held the right leg of the gorilla specimen in one hand, took a handful of the air with the other hand, put it under his nose and smelled it carefully. It always feels that Al has an aura that attracts it.

Al waited patiently, and the little thing was frightened. The gorilla specimen he was holding was probably his relative.

What disgusted Al the most was that the two palms of this gorilla specimen were cut off and replaced with two terrifying iron hooks in a very "creative" way. Thinking of the weird-shaped ashtray on the desk, Al simply didn’t know what to say about the cruelty of this group of people?

Faced with the call of a druid, the little orangutan finally let down his guard a little and tentatively walked in front of Al. Staring with a pair of beautiful blue eyes, he tilted his head and said "Yeah, yeah" in his mouth.

Al is a druid, but he is not very professional. He definitely cannot understand what the little orangutan is saying. He can only vaguely feel the little orangutan's emotions. There's fear, there's goodness, and there's a little bit of prayer.

Al squatted on the ground and spread his palms, patiently waiting for the little gorilla's choice. He decided that if the little guy trusted him, he would take it back.

The little white thing is quite cute. It is said that this kind of orangutan should only live in a mountain range in Africa called Vihaga, but its color is destined to not live long there.

Fox watched with a smile as Al interacted lovingly with the little orangutan. She didn't know if it was her imagination, but Al always seemed to be particularly warm at such times. It seemed difficult for me to resist this kind of warmth, and I was accidentally overwhelmed by this refreshing warmth.

The little orangutan tentatively placed his direct palm on Al's hand, and then quickly took it back, shouting "yaaaaah" happily, and jumped twice on the ground on all fours.

Then he turned around and rushed to another cage. While trying hard to fiddle with the latch of the cage, he yelled "yaaaaah", as if to say to the things inside, wake up, we are saved!

Al was extremely satisfied with the little gorilla's intelligence. Even after he was rescued, Al still didn't forget his fellow inmates. Who wouldn't like such a loving little thing?

Seeing the little orangutan getting more and more anxious and unable to open the cage, Al stood up and walked over, picked it up with a smile, and put it into Fox's arms.

Fox took over the little gorilla nervously, and looked at Al in amusement as he opened the little gorilla's legs and took a look.

Discovering that it was a male, Al was very unhappy and took the little gorilla's hand away from Fox's chest and put it on Fox's neck, and gave the little gorilla a warning look.

The little orangutan was a little frightened and hugged Fox's neck tightly. He buried his little head in Fox's neck and made a frightened cry of "ya ya ya", as if to say, I'm convinced, the girl is yours, I see. Look, don’t touch!

Fox touched the smooth back of the little gorilla, patted Al on the body with a smile, pointed to the cage, and signaled Al to go and rescue the little gorilla's cellmate. The little thing is still thinking about his cellmates at this time. It seems that they must be very good friends.

Al laughed, turned and walked to the cage, pulled the latch and fished out a small gray-black puppy.

He picked up the naughty puppy by the back of its neck and brought it to his eyes for a look. Al sighed, this is not a dog, this is a wolf! There are five of them living in my home, and there is absolutely no way that I can admit my mistake!

The little wolf looked at Al with innocent eyes, swung his two front paws in the air, and let out a delicate cry of "Woo".

Fox looked at Al and Little Wolf staring at each other in amusement, then burst out laughing and said, "Let's get out of here quickly! It seems like you don't just want to take away a box of cigars from here!"

Al held the wolf in the air and swayed it for a while, then roughly clamped the wolf under his ribs, strangling it until its tongue lolled out, and said with a smile: "We are hostages now, we were hijacked by two ferocious beasts. For the sake of our lives, we have to take these two kidnapper bosses out."

As he spoke, Al pointed to the little orangutan in Fortes's arms and said, "These two are ruthless characters, and the one who kidnapped you is 'Caesar'."

He lowered his head and glanced at the little wolf under his ribs, "This is Meximos, the name sounds very powerful, we have to be more honest.

This is for our lives, I believe that damn General Gezi will not mind! "

Fox listened to Al's nonsense, smiled, raised "Caesar" in front of him, and looked at it carefully.

The little thing stared with big eyes, hugged Fox's arm, raised his lips and cried out stupidly "Yeah".

Fox raised an eyebrow, glanced at Al, and said with a smile: "It's indeed quite fierce. We'd better be careful! Haha!"

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